Hi, all! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, so as an apology, here's a story I wrote yesterday.

Harry sat by a window in Gryffindor Tower, looking out at the rain. It sloshed against the glass, too warm to be snow, and so made it seem all the more depressing than rain normally does. Most of Hogwarts was at home for Christmas, and the few still there were crammed into Ravenclaw and Gryffindor houses. There was Harry, Seamus, Neville, some lower year Gryffindors, and Malfoy in Gryffindor, and some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the other. Drifting up the stairs from the common room, Harry could hear voices, and he went down to see what was going on.

"It's the twenty-third; Christmas is the day after tommorrow! We can't have a good holiday without snow. There's spells for altering the weather; now who'll help me find some?" Malfoy was standing in the middle of the common room, yelling at all the students who simply looked at him, then went back to what they were doing. "Com on, we can't have a brown Christmas!" He sighed, and headed for the door. "Fine. I'll do it myself."

Harry walked over to Neville. "What's with him?"

"He's pissed that it isn't snowing. Something about he's never had a Christmas without snow, and he's not about to start now." Neville patted a small potted mushroom on its cap, and it emitted a sort of a coo. "Oh, have you seen my austral mycelia? It's really quite cool."

"Neat, Neville. I'll see you later." Harry made his way towards the portrait. "I have something I've gotta do. Bye!"

Outside the tower, Harry made his way to the library. He could see Malfoy sitting at a table, surrounded by books. Harry walked over and picked a few up, flipping through them for ten minutes without Malfoy even noticing him.

"Are all these books about the weather, Malfoy?" Harry finally broke the silence. Malfoy jumped, and looked up.

"What do you want, Potter?" he asked, turning back to his book.

Harry smiled as he sat down, putting the books on the table. "To help."

Malfoy stared at Harry for a moment, and laid his book on the table. "Why?" Malfoy looked at Harry, obviously confused. "Why wou you want to help me?"

Harry grinned, and propped his head up on his hands. "Well, this is obviously important to you, and I've also never gone without snow on Christmas. Although sometimes I wish I had." Harry rolled his eyes, remembering the year Dudley had made him 'a living snowman!'. "So, where do we start?"

Malfoy pointed to one of the pages in his book, and said, "Well, I found a spell that might work, but it's rather weak."

"Okay," Harry said, flipping through another. "How about this? Says it's a good helping spell. Makes the spell faster, too."

"All right." Malfoy smiled. "Thanks, Potter.

"You said thanks. To me. Are you feeling all right?"

Malfoy glared at Harry. "Shut the fuck up."

Harry gasped, and waggled his finger at Malfoy. "Watch your language, now, Malfoy."

Malfoy laughed. "Me, watch my language? I heard you after the last Potions test. 'Kill Snape, fuck Snape, damn Snape straight to hell'. And it went on from there."

The boys checked out the books, and went to learn the incantation.

There you are; chapter one. I'm hoping to get the other two posted today, too, but...no promises! Review, please, but don't flame!