We're knee-deep in the snow. You'd think that we'd be cold but you'd be wrong. The heat radiating from his body is enough. The feel of his breath on my neck. His firm embrace around my middle. I remember the first time I felt like this, the first time he clutched me tightly so that I couldn't be pulled away from him. It was cold that day as well. Just two winters ago when Draco Malfoy first claimed me as his own...

...It was my sixth year. I had stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas that year. I had just finished breakfast and was walking down the hall to my dormitory when I heard Him call my name.
"Potter!" Draco hollered.
I froze. I used to hate Draco; I used to despise him. I don't know what switched inside me but something definitely did. This past year I had become obsessed with him. I would watch where he went on the Mauraders Map, gawk at him during meal times, stay up thinking about his perfect face. Perfect jawline, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect lips. By the time I snapped out of my haze, Draco was already almost at my side. I slowly turned to face him.
"Malfoy." I said, mustering up what courage I had.
The hall was completely empty except for them. All was silent. All was still. Draco quickly glanced around.
"What are you looking for, Malfoy?"
"Oh, just making sure no one's around."
"And why would yo—mph"
Draco pressed his body to mine and kissed me. He pinned me to the wall and kissed me. Holy crap he KISSED ME! I grasped his waist and kissed him back. All I wanted to do was kiss him, feel him. I was consumed by this burning desire, I wanted him, all of him. After a moment, he pulled back. I quickly opened my eyes to see what was wrong but realize that he was smiling.
"What was that?" I asked out of breath.
"Was it ok?" He asked, his face going from pleasure to worry very suddenly.
"Yes! One hundred percent." I replied. I wanted him to keep going. "Was that too eager?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Not at all" His face relaxed and he let out a short laugh. "Want to do it again?"
"Please," I responded, almost whispering.
He leaned in.
"Wait," I stopped him and his face went back to that worrying state. "How about we take this back to my dormitory. My bunkmates all went home for Christmas."
Draco smiled. We walked towards the dormitory with his hand around my waist.
"PASSWORD!!" the Fat Lady roared.
"Gobbledygook"
"Who is that?" she questioned.
"Don't think too much of it," I answered. We left without another word and climbed through the passage into the dorms. We ran up the set of stairs and entered my dorm room. Almost simultaneous to the door closing, Draco had pulled me to one of the empty four-posters and flung me down onto the bed. He quickly stripped himself of his shirt and I caught the memo. He layed on top of me. We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever. He pushes me deeper into the bed. All I want is Draco. The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just … him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine. I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face smooth against mine. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer, closer, closer. He stops for a moment, gasping for air. I can feel the warmth of his body on my chest, I feel the repetition of his methodic breathing, our eyes forever entangled in the others.

...That was the first time I felt this feeling. When I'm alone with him, our bodies pressed together, I can't even describe it. Just, him.