A/N: I know, I know. I haven't done ANYTHING for a while. But, tonight while I was hanging out with my twin sister, she gave me a random word to write a one-shot for. And this, my friends, is what spewed out of my brain. Enjoy

He was barely keeping warm. The wind whipped right though him as if he wasn't even there. And yet, Draco stayed put, sitting on the bank of the school lake, a cigarette in one hand and a book in the other.

In reality, Draco had no idea why he felt the need to be here. Lately, he had been feeling so…alone. At first he thought it was because of the O.W.L.S. coming up (stress, you know). But they came and went and Draco still felt this strange emotion growing inside of him. Draco tried eating more; he tried eating less; he tried studying; he tried smoking. He even tried to annoy the Golden Trio, but nothing seemed to fill the huge, empty hole inside of him.

Draco sighed, setting his book down, silently watching the sun set in the autumn sky. 'I wish I could be a cloud,' Draco thought while watching the clouds speed by above him. 'Then I would have nothing to worry about.' He shivered, wishing desperately that he had worn a thicker sweater or his cloak.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw someone sit down about three feet away from. Draco turned his head slightly, took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled. "What are you doing here Weasley?"

Ron looked at Draco, slightly surprised. "What? No name calling? No insults?"

Draco took another drag from his cigarette, flicked the ashes off of the end and gave another big sigh. "Don't you think we're a bit too old for that Ron?"

Ron let out an unattractive snort while laying down on the grass. "When did it go to first names, Malfoy?"

The red-haired boy was baiting him. Draco knew that clear as day. "D-don't b-bait me Ron-n" Just as Draco had started talking, another gust of cold wind blew right threw him, causing him to shiver and stutter harshly. Draco closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to will the cold away.

"You're bloody mad for not wearing a cloak." Draco heard Ron stand up. His heart sank a bit, not really sure why he was getting sad at the thought of Ron leaving.

Suddenly, someone was taking the cigarette out of Draco's hand. When he opened his eyes, Draco saw Ron standing over him, holding his Gryffindor cloak out to him. The sun was lined up just right so that it reflected off of the lake and seemed to give Ron a halo.

Draco reached out, hesitantly, and took the cloak, their fingers brushing slightly. The warmth seemed to travel though Draco's veins, warming not only his body but his heart, too. He nearly burst into tears, but instead wrapped the cloak around him and buried his face into it, inhaling the aroma that was Ron, a mixture of cinnamon and autumn.

"Thank you," Draco whispered. Draco had meant it for more than the cloak, though. He couldn't explain it, but Ron somehow filled that hole in Draco's heart.

Ron sat down next to Draco, only closer this time. So close that they were nearly touching.

"No problem…Draco."

A/N: I hoped you liked it! I know, I know. FLUFF. Totally not my style. But hey, it's what my brain spewed out.

Review? Flame? Your flames will keep me warm since this summer is unusually cold this year. Happy reading!