Draco cast a warming charm on the blanket, laying it over Hermione's shivering form. Her hand reached out for him, icy fingers wrapping around his arm. "Don't you dare leave me..." she whispered.
"Granger, you aren't getting rid of me that easy," he joked. A half-hearted attempt at humor that failed to stick. "I'm just...going to grab the blankets off the bed."
She nodded, hunkering down beneath the blanket.
He was soaked to the skin from pulling her from that frozen lake. He cast a drying charm on both of them before they made it back to the cabin, but it seemed like the chill had settled into Hermione's very soul. She couldn't stop shaking.
He stripped off his jumper and trousers, grabbing the blanket and trotting back out to the den. He sat down beside her, wrapping her up in this blanket too. This time, joining her and rubbing her hands and feet.
"Thank you, Draco..." she murmured, her lips finally warming up enough to pass from blueish purple to a rosy red.
"You say that as if it was ever a possibility that I'd let you freeze."
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