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On Ice

We call everything on ice Love.

Dedicated to the bright memory of Denis Ten.

This fic was born after I visited the exhibition in the name of a national hero and Olympic medalist Denis Ten. And, of course, when I had no tears left to cry over the romance of Yuri on Ice.

Words: 700

Rating: PG-13

I love the ice. I love the feeling of the wind running through my hair when I skate in the space on a high speed with banners on borders becoming one whole colorful stream. I also love the cold to which you can never get used to until it becomes a part of you, so that it can no longer be felt.

When I skate I am devoured by the feeling of freedom. I feel that I am free from my own name and the burden inevitably carried with it. The moment the black lasing of my elegant black skates is finished, is the moment when I am no longer Draco Malfoy, the only heir of the clan. I am just a part of the ice - its beginning and continuation. Even when my blades don’t touch the silver surface of the rink I still feel the freezing attraction from beneath.

I remember the day that I first tried to skate. The lake in a forest neighboring the Manor has been frozen once in several decades in my eleventh winter. Mother has presented me a pair of skates for Christmas teaching me after that. Despite the fierce cold of that season I still keep those memories full of her warm tenderness towards me when her hands in soft black leather gloves held my own.

Nobody knew I was waiting for the winter break more than anything in the world because only at that time I was able to skate freely without a fear to be blamed. My father did not consider figure skating as a respectable hobby for a Malfoy heir, so I tried my best in quidditch and kept my grades perfect all just to earn his approval.

As long as I can remember, the skin on my hands was always dry and red in winter, knees and elbows damaged, my whole body covered with dark mars. But damn it, I wouldn’t have exchanged skating for anything in this life. I have got an addiction the second I felt the energy flow running through my limbs and flesh when I performed my first triple Lutz.

My father passed away soon after the war and was followed by my mother in several months. I was alone and couldn’t live in a place where everything reminded me of her and the happiness she gave me. But I never felt less happy living in a flat in London and going out every evening just to grab my skates and head forward to the nearest rink. I was waiting for the beginning of the competition season in October like a crazy. I trained till I had no more strength to stand just to make my path through the world of the big sport. The program which brought me the first gold medal was sanctified to Narcissa Malfoy.

I met him during one of my competitions. He was seating in the first raw and his face held an open and beautiful emotion I never knew he was able to express. I never have asked neither how he found me, nor why he came that day. Though I have won only the silver, he has descended to greet me smiling warmly. And had never missed a single performance of mine since then. He follows me all over the world, curing my bruises and helping me to stand up after defeats again and again.

I love the ice, because I know than when I will finally slow down to steady my breath he will be there holding a pack of tissues and my jacket. He will stand there with blue lips, sweaty glasses and adorable curls of black hair breaking out of the knitted hat, not leaving the rink even for a second. I will push off the ice sliding forward till my blades hit the board and covering his lips with mine. I can barely control my body because of the cold and that gold ring of his is the only thing I feel when our fingers interlace. And I know that here on the ice I have found my love and my life.

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