Those Cold Nights (1/13)
Title: Those Cold Nights
Author: purple_Lights
Word Count: 465
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the book/characters
Summary: Draco slacks off from Prefect patrol.
Author Notes: This is for hd_seasons for day 1 {forbidden forest, shiver}. "8th" year fic, both Draco and Harry are prefects. I've decided it's going to be a series.
Draco sighed and watched as his breathe puffed when it met the cold, autumn night by the Forbidden Forest. He was beginning to rethink his decision to do his Prefect rounds patrolling the forest; although it was certainly easier than walking around in hallways, how would come out to the Forbidden Forest at night anyway?
Draco slid down the base of a tree as he shivered again and hastily fired off a warming charm and upbraided himself for not doing so earlier. He relaxed, his eyes were closed and was considering napping, when a bright light was suddenly in front of his face.
"Malfoy?" A voice asked and Draco nearly groaned in frustration at being interrupted.
Draco opened his eyes and didn't try to hide his groan when he saw who it was crouched down next to him. "Potter. Shouldn't you be patrolling?"
Potter snorted. "I should be the one asking you that, you great prat. Sleeping on the job, you should be lucky that I don't report you."
"Oh, yes, Potter, you're the pinnacle of academic achievement," Draco said sarcastically. "Because you certainly didn't copy off of Granger's Potions essay." He smirked at Potter's guilty blush, which he didn't think of as cute or adorable.
A howl suddenly issued from the forest and Draco knew it was time to go. He got up without warning and left Potter to return to the castle.
"Oy, Malfoy! Wait up, will you?" Potter yelled, however, Draco ignored the request and continued on towards the castle.
Draco heard rapid footsteps before he saw Potter at his side and raised an eyebrow in curiosity when he saw Potter was staring at him.
"Do you have lycanthrophobia, Malfoy?" Draco wondered what his face must have looked like, because Potter blushed in what could be embarrassment and stammered over his words. "It's, um, okay if-if you, er, do have it."
"Thanks for you concern, Potter, but I simply don't want to be outside any longer. It's bloody cold." And for an added effect, Draco shivered again and unexpectantly sneezed.
"Bless you." Potter laughed and Draco glared at him sullenly.
Draco shivered again and was about to cast another warming charm, when an arm went around his shoulder and he was tugged onto a warm shoulder. "What...?" He blinked, surprised; even though he and Potter had made peace after the war, they weren't exactly best mates.
"I'm a Gryffindor, humor me."
Draco nodded and inhaled a musty, warm scent that was Potter cologne -- it smelt good. They had a awkward, but comfortable silence back to the Hogwarts gate. "I'll see you later, Potter." He said and hurriedly left the hallway to get into the safety of The Dungeons wondering why his face was flush when he was out of the cold.
Part Two
Author: purple_Lights
Word Count: 465
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the book/characters
Summary: Draco slacks off from Prefect patrol.
Author Notes: This is for hd_seasons for day 1 {forbidden forest, shiver}. "8th" year fic, both Draco and Harry are prefects. I've decided it's going to be a series.
Draco sighed and watched as his breathe puffed when it met the cold, autumn night by the Forbidden Forest. He was beginning to rethink his decision to do his Prefect rounds patrolling the forest; although it was certainly easier than walking around in hallways, how would come out to the Forbidden Forest at night anyway?
Draco slid down the base of a tree as he shivered again and hastily fired off a warming charm and upbraided himself for not doing so earlier. He relaxed, his eyes were closed and was considering napping, when a bright light was suddenly in front of his face.
"Malfoy?" A voice asked and Draco nearly groaned in frustration at being interrupted.
Draco opened his eyes and didn't try to hide his groan when he saw who it was crouched down next to him. "Potter. Shouldn't you be patrolling?"
Potter snorted. "I should be the one asking you that, you great prat. Sleeping on the job, you should be lucky that I don't report you."
"Oh, yes, Potter, you're the pinnacle of academic achievement," Draco said sarcastically. "Because you certainly didn't copy off of Granger's Potions essay." He smirked at Potter's guilty blush, which he didn't think of as cute or adorable.
A howl suddenly issued from the forest and Draco knew it was time to go. He got up without warning and left Potter to return to the castle.
"Oy, Malfoy! Wait up, will you?" Potter yelled, however, Draco ignored the request and continued on towards the castle.
Draco heard rapid footsteps before he saw Potter at his side and raised an eyebrow in curiosity when he saw Potter was staring at him.
"Do you have lycanthrophobia, Malfoy?" Draco wondered what his face must have looked like, because Potter blushed in what could be embarrassment and stammered over his words. "It's, um, okay if-if you, er, do have it."
"Thanks for you concern, Potter, but I simply don't want to be outside any longer. It's bloody cold." And for an added effect, Draco shivered again and unexpectantly sneezed.
"Bless you." Potter laughed and Draco glared at him sullenly.
Draco shivered again and was about to cast another warming charm, when an arm went around his shoulder and he was tugged onto a warm shoulder. "What...?" He blinked, surprised; even though he and Potter had made peace after the war, they weren't exactly best mates.
"I'm a Gryffindor, humor me."
Draco nodded and inhaled a musty, warm scent that was Potter cologne -- it smelt good. They had a awkward, but comfortable silence back to the Hogwarts gate. "I'll see you later, Potter." He said and hurriedly left the hallway to get into the safety of The Dungeons wondering why his face was flush when he was out of the cold.
Part Two