PotterXMalfoy

CHAPTER 5: COLD & CHAPTER 6: SWITCHING SWEATERS

(They were both really short so I thought I'd put them together)

Chapter 5
The autumn air flies over my face, tossing my bangs into my eyes. Harry's sitting next to me; the wind having exactly zero effect on his already messy hair. His hair makes me crazy sometimes, especially when I run my hands through it.
We're outside on the grounds; it's early in the morning, so nobody else is around. That's good news for us.

As we watch the clouds drift slowly across the sky, I notice Harry's shivering. It's near the end of November at 6:45 in the morning, so I can't judge.
I scooch closer and wrap my arms around his waist. Moving my knees on either side of his hips and pressing against his back.

"What are you doing." Harry asks, not in annoyance, just curiosity.

"You looked cold." I murmur into his shoulder, cuddling him close to me. He doesn't say anything, he just sighs and rests his head on mine. If I'm being honest, I couldn't be happier.

Chapter 6
"Harry, why are you wearing Slytherin colours?" Hermione questions me after I climb through the portrait hole, pink cheeked and shivering.

"Hmm?" I look down at my chest. "Oh yeah, Draco and I took a walk around the grounds this morning and he sort of,,, lent me his sweater?"
I fidget with the sleeve of the green and grey sweatshirt. Draco is bigger than me, so it hangs off of me in comfy folds and bunches of fabric.

"Ooh~ so you're at that stage in the relationship where you wear each other's clothes?" Ron says and wiggles his eyebrows at me. "Tell us, what else were you doing with Malfoy this morning, Harry?"
I throw a pillow across the room and hit him square in the face. Hermione laughs and sighs.
"Oh God, you two are so mature."

I excuse myself from the common room, telling them I needed to go take a shower. When in reality, I close the door of my room and just sit there on my bed, savouring the smell of Draco on his clothes.