Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Light slash

Note: Written for the Game of Life Challenge (seasons)

Seasons

Harry sneezed, eyes snapping closed on instinct. His nose twitched in the aftermath, and he shook his head slightly to clear away that clogged up feeling. He let out a strange sound, bemoaning the winter chill.

He brought his hands close to his face, breathing onto them to stave off the cold. Rubbing his arms fiercely, Harry huddled into himself. It was too cold. He was only wearing the sweater Mrs. Weasley had knitted for him, and while it was nice and warm, it only did little to fight off against a strong gust of wind.

"Harry."

Said boy turned in the direction of that voice. He found a curious Neville heading toward him, snow crunching audibly under his feet in his course. There was a knitted hat on his head, and he was encased snugly in a winter jacket.

He must be very warm, Harry enviously mused, but he still put on a smile despite his nearly frozen state.

"Neville," Harry said, his breath visible in the low temperature.

"What are you doing out here?" Neville asked once he got close enough.

"I could say the same to you," he replied. "I was just walking around. Didn't think it would snow on me."

"It's not the season to only be wearing a thin sweater."

Neville's eyebrows were drawn together in worry.

Harry shrugged lightly. "It's not like I can do anything about it now. I was just heading inside. Are you coming?"

"Yeah, I just finished up in the greenhouse," Neville said before taking off his mittens when he noticed Harry rubbing his hands together constantly to generate warmth. "Here, wear this. You look like you're freezing."

"Oh no, it's fine."

"I insist!"

Harry hesitated but took one of the mittens and put it on. He shook his head when Neville held out the other one.

"You wear that one. We're even this way."

Neville frowned as he slipped it on. His brown eyes flickered, catching emerald ones. There was a thoughtful look on his face before his hand darted out and captured Harry's own.

Harry blinked in surprise. "Wha-?"

"This way, we'll both be warm," Neville stated wisely even as a light blush covered his cheeks.

A smile tugged at Harry's lips. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go home."