Requested by @demogorgeous_
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You flop down onto your green-silk bed with a creak, glad for school to finally be over for winter break. It had been another long day of difficult schoolwork-and somehow unintentionally getting on Professor Snape's nerves. Again.
At least your dorm was peaceful.
Actually, it was too peaceful. A glance over at Pansy's bunk proves she's not in fact where she usually is. That's when you notice a piece of crumpled parchment on your pillow. You flatten it.
'Hey Y/N,
Meet us down at the Three Broomsticks when you're off Snape's back-to celebrate the end of classes of course. Vincent and Gregory will be there too.
Lots of love, Pansy and Draco xx'
Those two sure are getting close, you think. You always tried not to let it bother you, but you'd had a crush on Draco for months now. It hurt, because you always think he'd only see you as a good friend; nothing else. Despite this, you were still eager to go and meet your friends.
After changing into your favourite black, ripped jeans and oversized white hoodie, you throw on your jacket and lace-up boots and trudge down to Hogsmeade through the almost blizzard-like snow.
As soon as you enter the Three Broomsticks bar, Pansy beckons you over enthusiastically. The only seat left in their booth is next to Draco. He shuffles over a little and you sit down awkwardly.
"Hey guys," you say to the gathering. "Sorry I couldn't make it any earlier. Snape held me in again."
"It's alright," Draco says, stretching back in his seat. "You haven't missed much, anyway."
Pansy, Gregory and Vincent stare at you two, smirking smugly
"What?" Draco and you exclaim in unison.
Pansy ignores you both and takes a sip of her butterbeer instead. The glass makes a startling clunk as she sets it down.
"Hmm..." she says, swishing her tongue around in her mouth. "My butterbeer tastes strange. Drakey, can I try some of yours?"
Without even waiting for Draco to answer, she makes a grab for his glass across the table, but, incredibly, misses-successfully knocking its entire freezing contents onto your jacket. You gasp in fright.
"Oh, my god!" she squeals, hands covering her mouth. "How clumsy of me! I'm so sorry."
Do you detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone?
You scowl at her with the darkest glare you can muster while your jacket is slowly absorbing butterbeer.
Obviously the look made her wake up, because she scurries over and begins to attempt to mop it up with rouge napkins strewn across the table.
"I'm fine!" you growl, and Pansy retreats back to her seat as if she's been shot. "I'm just gonna go..." you mutter. Oh, Pansy Parkinson, you are in for it tonight.
"No!" Draco says, startling everyone. "I mean...you can borrow my coat."
Pansy subtly winks at you. You give her the cold shoulder.
"Come on, Draco," you say. "That's ridiculous. It's freezing outside."
"Do it!" both Gregory and Vincent mouth at you. Their in on this weird, extremely possibly planned scene too?
"Please let me lend it to you. I'll live, but I want to be sure you'll be fine too." His grey eyes lock with yours, earnest and caring. You're so close to him you can smell the sickly sweet butterbeer entwining on his breath.
You sigh, peeling off your sticky jacket. "If you're so sure." He hands you his.
You immediately regret this decision, though, as you realise he is still only in his Hogwarts uniform. But you can also see there's no persuading him to take his coat back.
"Ready to go?" Pansy asks, getting to her feet as if the disaster before had, in fact, never happened.
"Whatever," you mumble, pulling Draco's coat on. The sleeves hang down much too far over your hands. He smirks at you.
"What's so funny?" you ask as the five of you exit the Three Broomsticks.
"Noth-" he doesn't get to finish as an icy wind rips through his too-thin jumper, causing him to choke up.
The other three take of ahead of you, no doubt discussing the success of their outrageous plan.
"Bit colder than you thought eh, 'tough guy'," you say, turning around to look at him, shivering like a trapped duckling.
"Only a...only a lit...little," he stutters through chattering teeth.
"Come on," you say, taking off the coat and holding it out to him. "I can wear my own one. It's honestly not even wet." By not even, you mean a sticky, soaking mess.
He dismisses it with a wave of his shaking hand. "No. I gave...gave you that...that coat. You have to wear...wear it."
You sigh at his stubbornness. "Well, I guess we'll have to share."
Wrapping one half of the coat around your left shoulder, you hold the other half open to Draco. He takes it gratefully. It's tight, but even warmer with the extra body heat. Every time you bump hips or shoulders or arms you can't seem to stop your cheeks from burning crimson.
You glance up at him and giggle at the fact that snowflakes are sprinkling his bleach-blonde hair. He blushes, which only makes you laugh harder.
"You're so cute," he says, shaking his head.
Taken aback, you say: "Cute? Cute!? Excuse me, Draco Malfoy, I'll show you cute-"
You slide out from under his coat. "Thanks for lending me your coat," you grin, and hesitate, but then plant a quick kiss on his pink cheek.
Then, before he can say more, you sprint-well, it is through a foot of snow, so more like fast moon-walk-in the direction of the castle entrance, a few metres ahead.
Whether she almost got you a boyfriend of not, you were still going to kill Pansy as soon as you got back.
