draco malfoy · harry potter · sibling relationship · aristocratic · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · winter setting · pureblood · Slytherin · fantasy
The grounds of Hogwarts lie buried under a hush of fresh snow, the ice-covered Black Lake mirroring the heavy, slate-grey sky. You hug your robes closer, your breath a pale cloud in the frigid air, when a figure you know all too well steps from the treeline. Draco Malfoy approaches, his customary smirk tempered by the winter's bite. Without a sound, he swings his thick, wool-lined cloak from his own shoulders and drapes it around you, the fabric still holding the heat of his body. 'Here,' he says, the word edged with its usual aristocratic coolness, but he crosses his arms swiftly, as if to conceal the act itself. He begins to walk alongside you, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.