I feel his arms wrap around me.
I still don't know how it happened.
He hated me.
All those years of pure torture by his sharp words.
Punching him in the face was the best.
Not that I would do that now.
The snow drifts by my face as I lean closer into him. His soft green scarf tickles my face.
"Is it too cold?" He asks.
I laugh. "Always concerned about my well-being."
He laughs too, and pulls me closer. "You're beautiful, you know."
"I thought I was an insufferable know-it-all."
"Note the past tense."
He strokes my hair and I sigh, glad that someone thinks I'm likeable. Wonderful, even. It's nice to know someone loves you. That someone cares.
I look up into his pale face, his blond hair covered in snow. His teeth are chattering.
"Let's go home," I say.
"I thought you wanted to enjoy the snow."
"I am. But you're freezing."
"Well, yes..."
I laugh again. I'd never laughed so much before I fell in love with Draco Malfoy. Neither did he.
I bet he wonders how this ended up happening, too.
But neither of us know.
I take his hand, and we head home. Both of us are smiling.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you, too."