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Snowed In at Hogwarts

It had been a normal day at Hogwarts-at least, as normal as it got for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in their eighth year. The castle had been rebuilt, the students had returned, and Harry had spent the last few months settling into a strange sort of routine. Things with Malfoy, surprisingly, had been relatively calm since their forced truce after the war. They were no longer enemies, but they weren't exactly friends, either.

That all changed the night they got snowed in together.

The storm had hit unexpectedly. One minute, Harry had been sitting in the library, poring over his Charms essay, and the next, the sky had darkened, and thick, heavy snowflakes began to fall outside the window. It was beautiful, at first-until the snow piled up higher and higher, and students were forced to retreat indoors.

Harry had stayed late in the library, hoping to finish his work in peace. He'd barely noticed the time until Madam Pince came by, her stern voice cutting through the quiet. "The storm is getting worse, Potter. I suggest you return to your dormitory."

Harry had nodded, gathering his things and heading for the door. But when he opened it, he was greeted by a wall of white. The corridors were already filled with snow, the storm howling outside as wind whipped through the cracks of the castle.

"Great," Harry muttered, pulling his cloak tighter around himself.

He was halfway down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him, crunching through the snow. He turned to find none other than Draco Malfoy, bundled up in his own cloak, scowling at the state of the castle.

"Of course," Draco said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'd be stuck here with you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Believe me, Malfoy, this wasn't my plan either."

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other as the wind howled through the windows. Snow was seeping in from every crack, and it was clear they weren't getting anywhere anytime soon.

"Looks like we're snowed in," Harry said, stating the obvious.

Draco sighed, glancing around the empty corridor. "Fantastic."

The two of them ended up retreating to an old, unused classroom that was mercifully free of snow. It was cold, though, and the flickering candles on the walls did little to ward off the chill. Harry waved his wand, lighting a fire in the hearth, and they both huddled by it, sitting on opposite sides of the room.

The silence between them stretched on for what felt like hours. Harry could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken history between them hanging like a heavy cloud. But as the fire crackled and the storm raged outside, something in Harry shifted.

This was ridiculous. They weren't enemies anymore. They'd fought on the same side, survived the war, and here they were, stuck together in the middle of a snowstorm, acting like they still hated each other.

Harry sighed, leaning back against the wall. "You know, we could actually try to be civil for once."

Draco glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Civil? With you?"

Harry shrugged. "We're stuck here anyway. Might as well make the best of it."

Draco stared at him for a moment, then sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Fine. But don't expect me to be chatty."

Harry chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The fire crackled softly as the minutes ticked by. Draco had pulled a book from his bag and was flipping through it, the soft sound of turning pages the only noise in the room. Harry, meanwhile, was watching the snow pile up outside the window, his thoughts drifting.