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Eight

     "This is your idea of a date?"
"It's the Three bloody Broomsticks! Would you rather go to Madame Puttifoot's?"
You shivered. "No... no, I'm good."
     Sirius shot you a sidelong glance.
     "You cold?" He asked, his tone softer. Your tone, however, didn't soften at all.
     "It's nine bloody degrees out! Of course I'm cold!"
Sirius stopped. You turned to look at him, and saw him unwinding his maroon and gold Gryffindor scarf from his neck. He came in front of you and wrapped it around your neck. It was still warm.
"Better?" A small smirk curled the corners of his lips.
You refused to let him win, so you turned your head the other way.
"Let's keep going. I'm waiting for that Butterbeer."
As you strode ahead, you saw him grin foolishly out of the corner of your eye.
As hard as you had tried, he had won.