Scarves and Secrets- Phan AU

Chapter Ten-Scarves

Phil's eyes open sleepily. Clouded sunshine leaks through the Hufflepuff dormitory window, and tiny shadows pass behind the curtains. He rolls down his quilt and a rush of cool air hits his bare feet. He shivers, and pads quickly over to the window. He rips away the curtain and sucks in his breath. Snowflakes fall from the sky in a light flurry; a thin blanket of snow barely violated with footprints covers the Hogwarts grounds. Phil whips around and jumps on PJ's bed.

"PJ! PJ! WAKE UP!!!"

PJ rubs his eyes and sits up. "What? What is it?"

"Can you keep it down?" Troye grumbles. "Some of us actually want some sleep."

Phil rolls his eyes and slides off of PJ's bed. "Guys! It's the first snow of the school year!"

PJ darts out of bed and rushes over to the window.   His breath fogs up the glass. Troye runs over to join him. Phil giggles at the two of them when he suddenly remembers what day it is. He throws on a pair of skinny jeans and one of his many colorful t-shirts.

"Hey? What's the rush?" PJ asks, noticing Phil.

Phil slides on a coat and runs his fingers through his ebony hair. "Well, isn't today the trip to Hogsmeade?"

Troye's eyes widen. "Oh, yeah! Didn't you say that you and Chris were going today, PJ?"

PJ shakes his head. "No, we're going next week." He turns to Phil: "I assume you and Dan are going together?"

Phil nods and rubs his eyes, still trying to wake up. "Yeah. I'm gonna go meet him in the Slytherin dorms as a surprise."

Troye nods. "Okay...we won't interrupt you then." He nudges Phil's shoulder with his elbow.

Phil's face turns a bright red and he struggles with his words. PJ laughs. "Christ, Phil. Just go have fun."

Phil gives them a weak smile and places his hands carelessly in his coat pockets. He feels something brush against his left hand and feels around for what it is. He grabs a small wallet, and fishes it out of his coat. He opens it and sees  50 galleons, all in a jumble at the bottom of the small purse. He raises his eyebrows and quickly stuffs it back in his jacket. He can always spend it on Honeydukes candy or visit Zonko's Joke Shop.

Maybe Dan and I could even go on a date to Madame Puddifoot's, Phil thinks to himself. No, too pompous and frilly. We could always go to the Three Broomsticks, though...

Phil didn't realize he was at the Slytherin dormitory door until it was two inches in front of his face. He clears his throat. "Boggart." The gray brick wall slides away, and he treks through the silky common room to the entrance to the boy's dormitory. He knocks on the solid oak door.

"Dan?" he half-shouts. He hears a crash and bang from the other side of the door and rolls his eyes. It's so like Dan to be getting ready at the last minute.  

"Coming!" he calls. He swings open the door and practically falls out of the room. Phil laughs.

"I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one."

Dan smirks at him. "You are."

"Well, come on then, we'll be late for the train."

Dan fumbles with tying his scarf around his neck. Phil sighs and grabs the ends. He wraps it a few times around Dan slowly, tucking the end of it in his coat.

"I can do it myself y'know," Dan mumbles, a hint of red showing in his cheeks.

"I know," Phil pats him on the shoulder.