⛔important note before fic⛔
first of all, i just wanted to say that i don't tolerate any kink-shaming
if i write smut which contains something you never thought someone would actually like, it's because i want y'all to be aware that there are people with bizarre kinks out there and shouldn't be discriminated against, you saying that it's "disgusting" or "ew" or "omg someone actually likes that?" and stuff just shows how much you're kink-shaming them, if your vanilla ass don't wanna read them, then don't read
imagine the shame and embarrassment of other people who likes that kind of stuff, thinking that something is wrong with them because they liked it, you should be aware that if your comments will offend other people, don't even bother commenting, anyways, enjoy the fic!
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In was a few days before Christmas when the six of them were heading to Hogsmeade for some butterbeer. Ron and Blaise were walking hand in hand, talking and giggling to each other. Hermione and Pansy were also in their world, talking and laughing. Seeing that this relationship was still new to them, Harry and Draco were walking behind them, looking around silently, hands in their pocket.
Suddenly, Ron shivered because of the cold air. "I'm cold," he said and almost immediately Blaise let go of his hand to take off his jacket and placed them on his shoulders. "Here, have my jacket, love," he said. Beaming, Ron pecked his cheek sweetly. "Thank you, love."
Harry watched the two with curiosity. Would Draco be that sweet to me like Blaise? he wondered. Decided to put this into a test, the black-haired Gryffindor rubbed his mittens together. "I'm cold too," he said softly. Hearing the words, Draco turned towards him with a surprised look. "What?!" he glared, taking off his warm jacket and wore them on Harry. Guilty, he was about to wave it off nonchalantly but Draco continued:
"I fucking told you to bring more fucking layers, Potter, but of course, you didn't fucking listen! Huh, what did I expect? When did you ever listen to me anyway?" He ranted while wrapping his Slytherin scarf around Harry's neck. "And now I fucking have to make sure you don't fucking freeze to death!" He looked at his fuzzy mittens and groaned. "Of course you're fucking allergic to this material! Again, what did I fucking expect?!" He swiftly took Ron's beanie, ignoring the indignant cry he made and placed them on Harry's head. "And how long have you been cold, sweetheart? You should've said something sooner," Draco frowned.
"Aren't you cold too, Draco?" Harry asked instead of answering, looking guilty but he also felt warm on the inside, knowing that Draco did care despite his cold exterior. He noticed the grey eyes he fell in love with softened. "I have you to warm me up if it gets too cold, darling. Besides, I'm used to it."
Blushing, he unwrapped his Gryffindor scarf and wrapped them around Draco. "I wasn't that cold," he admitted with honesty, smiling as he placed his hands on the blond's chest. "I was just trying to see if you would do the same thing Blaise did." He leaned up to kiss Draco's cheek lightly. "Thank you."
Draco stared at him in disbelief, silent. "Idiot," he finally said, looking away in embarrassment. "Of course I'd care," he said. "Now if you're not cold, give me back my jacket," he glared. Harry giggled and wrapped the jacket around him tighter. "Nope. I like wearing something of yours. Your jacket is warmer."
Draco hummed, pecking his forehead and his lips passionately. "You do look better in that jacket."
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Draco was lounging in the Common Room calmly, flipping through his magazine when Harry passed by to enter the dorm. "Baby, don't go in that room."
Halting, the green-eyed male turned towards him with a confused look. "Huh? Why not? What's wrong?"
