Icicle Fingers (Drarry)

Chapter 18

There'll be a lot of time-skips and perspective changes this chapter, I'll try making it clear. Also I switched up the plot a bit because I'm lazy :P
I'll be going with a mix of the book and movie plot

•Harry•

Frigid air began to settle over the grounds, and the grass became crisp with frost. Even though the Dementors hadn't dared leave their posts since the Gryffindor v. Hufflepuff Quidditch match.

They stood completely still, like large scarecrows at every exit, for now. Who knew if they'd attend the next match as well. Harry couldn't help but worry despite his upcoming anti-dementor lessons with Lupin.

The cold wind felt sharp in his throat as he flew over the pitch on a borrowed, old Shooting Star. A few single flakes of snow stuck to his glasses, reminding him that December had made its entrance.

Oliver Wood had regained his spirit, now training the team half to death.

Unfortunately, the weather decided to worsen after only an hour of practice.

"OLIVER, CAN WE PLEASE GIVE UP FOR TODAY?!" Katie Bell yelled over the roaring wind, snow hitting her in droves. The vsame could have been said for the rest of the team.

"OUR NEXT MATCH IS OUR LAST CHANCE TO WIN THE QUIDDITCH CUP! WE CAN'T QUIT ALREADY!" Wood bellowed from the goalposts, his red quidditch uniform slowly turning white.

"YEAH, BUT WE'LL PLAY MUCH WORSE IF WE ALL LOSE OUR HANDS AND FEET TO FROSTBITE!" either Fred or George shouted back at him. Harry could barely see anyone at all as his vision was covered by little white flecks, let alone see which twin was which.

The Keeper seemed to think for a minute, before blowing his whistle and pointing to the ground, much to everyone's relief.

After a very soft landing, the gryffindor team was left buried in snow to their knees. Wood sighed before clearing his throat to speak again.

"All right everyone, guess we'll have to cut our last practice short. If you get less snow in your area during the break, please do try and practice. We've got to win this year, alright?"

***

Inside the castle, icicles adorned the walls like they did the pine trees out on the grounds. Many of these pine trees had made their way inside, a feat of Hagrid's no doubt, and now stood decorated in the corner of every other room. A golden star that seemed to shine like it were real on the top of each one.

Entering the Great hall for dinner, Harry was filled by the unrelenting buzz of Christmas, and his ears were filled with thr many conversations of holiday plans.

Everyone else seemed excited to go home during the break, he couldn't be any happier to be staying at Hogwarts. Especially since Ron and Hermione had both decided to stay there with him.

The only thing left to spoil his perfect good mood was the Hogsmeade visit on the last weekend of term.

"We're sorry to leave you for Hogsmeade, but I've got plenty of Christmas shopping planned!" Hermione said from his right, holding a fork in one hand and a complicated-looking schoolbook in the other. "I'm thinking of getting my parents those Toothflossing Stringmints from Honeydukes, because they're, y'know, dentists."

Ron looked puzzled as usual, not having fully grasped what a dentist was. Still, he nodded along with the conversation.

"It's fine, don't hold back on fun because of me." Harry replied, helping himself to the dessert that had just appeared, somewhat forcing the smile on his face.

•Draco•

Metaphorical sand was pouring through his metaphorical hourglass so fast you would think something was chasing it.