Take My Scarf
(Imported from Fanfiction.net)
Draco should've gotten out of class quicker, otherwise he would have walked home with Pansy.
Huge mistake indeed. He ended up at the school's doorway, freezing to death. He had given his scarf to Pansy, being a gentlemen and all, so she wouldn't be cold today. However, he was taking his time to pack that he didn't think about the snow that was coming today. Well, you can imagine the results.
Draco exhaled, revealing white puffs coming out due to the cold. His ears were probably red, and his face felt numb. It was terrible!
"I'll visit you soon!" Ginny Weasley, along with her brothers Ron Weasley and Bill Weasley (who Draco assumed was probably picking them up) waved at Harry before heading into a black car that looked old but somewhat stylish too. Somewhat.
"Bye," Harry waved back at them before sighing.
Draco peered behind the wall to get a closer look at him. Harry himself was going through his locker, probably getting everything he needed in his bookbag.
Draco let out a sharp breath before walking back to the doorway, where the snow only seemed to be getting worst.
'I guess it's better to go now before waiting until it ends,' Draco thought. 'Otherwise, I'll be climbing six feet of snow.'
Shivering at the cold, he held tightly to his bookbag like it will fly away from the strong wind.
He started to depart when something warm wrapped around his neck. A scarf of red and gold was wrapped around his neck, with the ends being held by a certain black-haired boy. "P-Po-Potter?"
Harry nodded before giving him a warm smile. "C'mon, no need to call me Potter. We're friends, right?"
Having no words, Draco blushed and nodded.
"I saw that you were cold," Harry stated," so I thought that maybe this would help. Take my scarf, 'kay?" He gestures towards the scarf he was holding before correctly wrapping it around Draco's neck and letting go. Draco felt heat invading his cheeks, making them look pinched.
He gives Harry a small smile, which he returned. This made Draco's heart skip a beat and dance around in his chest. He observed the emerald-eyed boy that unnoticingly began to walk away.
'Stupid Potter,' Draco thinks softly in his mind. 'Now he's going to be cold.'
Draco nuzzled half of his face into the warm scarf. It wasn't silk like his emerald and silver one, but it was warm and comfortable too.
"Agh! I forgot to say thank you!" Turning around to face where Harry was standing, Draco was surprised to see that Harry wasn't there. In fact, he didn't seem to be anywhere. "P-Potter?" he speaks loudly.
'I guess he left,' Draco thoughts, a bit sad about the Golden Boy's departure.
"Too bad. He was really nice," Draco whispers, walking home in the snow that fell down to the world.