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Snowed In at Hogwarts (Part 2)

The cold winter morning at Hogwarts was crisp, and the fresh layer of snow glittered under the pale sunlight. The storm had passed, but the traces of the night before-of quiet conversations and hesitant confessions-lingered in the air as Harry and Draco trudged through the snow-covered courtyard.

They hadn't spoken much since leaving the classroom. Not because there was tension, but because both of them were lost in their thoughts, replaying the strange night over and over again. It was surreal-how a shared moment of vulnerability had melted away the frost between them, leaving something new and unspoken in its place.

Harry found himself stealing glances at Draco as they walked toward the Great Hall for breakfast. He'd never really looked at him like this before, but now, in the soft morning light, Draco seemed different. He looked... lighter, somehow. Less guarded.

Draco caught him staring, raising a brow. "What?"

Harry quickly looked away, feeling heat creep up his neck. "Nothing," he mumbled.

Draco's lips twitched in a faint smirk, but he didn't push. Instead, they walked in companionable silence until they reached the Great Hall, where the smell of fresh bread and bacon wafted through the air.

As soon as they entered, the chatter of the other students filled the room. Hermione waved from the Gryffindor table, and Harry gave her a nod, though he didn't immediately make his way over. He paused, glancing at Draco, unsure of what to say. Were they just going to go back to normal now? Go back to their separate tables, their separate lives, as if nothing had happened?

But then Draco surprised him. "Potter," he said, his voice lower, almost hesitant, "about last night..."

Harry's heart stuttered in his chest. "Yeah?"

Draco looked away, his fingers fidgeting slightly with the hem of his sleeve. "It... it doesn't change anything, alright?"

Harry frowned, unsure of what he meant. "What do you mean?"

Draco sighed, his grey eyes flicking to the Slytherin table where a few students were already watching them with curiosity. "Just... don't go around making a big deal about it."

Harry blinked, his chest tightening slightly. Was Draco asking him to pretend that their conversation, their moment, hadn't meant anything?

Before Harry could respond, Draco gave him a curt nod, then turned and walked away, heading for the Slytherin table without another word.

Harry stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot. He wasn't sure what he had expected-maybe some kind of acknowledgment that things had shifted between them. But Draco, as usual, had built his walls back up, retreating behind that familiar mask of indifference.

With a sigh, Harry made his way over to the Gryffindor table, sliding into the seat across from Hermione and Ron.

"What took you so long?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowing in concern. "We've been waiting for you."

Harry shrugged, poking at his plate. "Got caught in the snowstorm last night."

"Snowed in?" Ron repeated, looking amused. "Where?"

Harry hesitated, glancing over at the Slytherin table where Draco was sitting, his back straight, his expression carefully neutral. "In one of the old classrooms. With Malfoy."

Ron raised an eyebrow, but Hermione gave Harry a sharp look. "With Malfoy?" she repeated, her tone somewhere between curiosity and concern. "Did something happen?"

Harry shrugged, not sure how to explain. "Not really. We were just... stuck there."

He could feel Hermione studying him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're acting strange," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper so Ron couldn't hear. "Are you sure nothing happened?"