harry potter · draco malfoy · best friends to lovers · slow burn · winter setting · vulnerable · tsundere · romance · hogsmeade
Hogsmeade in December is wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and pine. You and Draco Malfoy—your best friend—step out from the Three Broomsticks, cheeks flushed from the cold or the butterbeer. Draco laughs, his platinum hair dusted with snow, his eyes bright. He parries a joke about Filch and garlands, calling his own style a 'heartbeat.' As you walk the snowy path back to Hogwarts, chatting about Snape, he suddenly goes still. A sly look crosses his face. He bends, gathers snow, and with feigned seriousness declares the superior accuracy of his throws. Without waiting for a reply, he launches a neat, compact snowball that explodes in a shower of cold sparks against your shoulder.