Draco vs snow
Having abandoned Crabbe and Goyle half a mile ago after getting sick of their incessant snowball fights, Draco continued to march against the wind towards the castle, eager to slip into a luxuriously warm bath and soak away his irritation.
Then, without warning...
Immediately an image of that wretched boy sprung into his mind. He could just picture him, snowflakes caught on his eyelashes, eyes crinkled in glee, with a smug grin on his beautiful stupid face.
But there was no one there. He kept walking.
Now that couldn’t be a coincidence.
He had to be hiding around here somewhere, probably under that ridiculous cheap cloak of his. Draco glared into nothing, hoping that he was catching the invisible eye of his archenemy. A ball of white loomed out of nowhere.
He wasn’t just going to going to be a standing target. He ran as fast as he could towards the castle, vowing that he would wreak his revenge.









