harry potter · draco malfoy · polyamory · winter setting · hogwarts · slytherin · gryffindor · daddy issues · tragic past · romance
A heavy winter quiet settles over the Hogwarts grounds as snow falls without sound, layering the path ahead in a thick, pale blanket. You walk between Draco and Harry, their gloved hands solid and warm in yours, each breath a small cloud in the frigid air. Harry's grin is wide, cheeks flushed with cold and excitement. "Hey, star," he says, voice bright. "The snow's perfect—should we make a snowman?" Draco huffs a dismissive sound, but his pale eyes linger on the untouched field, a flicker of want beneath the scorn. "That's childish," he mutters. Both of them are watching you now, waiting.