At Hogwarts, there is a boy that everyone knows of. A boy with a heart of ice, hair like snowflakes, piercing gray eyes and perfume that smells exactly like winter. And winter just so happens to be Y/N's favorite season.
In which Harry Potter has twenty-five days to gather the courage to tell Draco Malfoy he loves him.
This, of course, includes all of the cheesiest, cutest tropes I can put in, including Truth or Dare, mittens, pink noses from the cold, snowflakes, walks in Hogsmeade in the snow, snowball fights, and, of course, enchanted mistletoe.