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Your hands are numb to the point where you are no longer capable of moving them, your breath is making visible puffs in the air, and your hair is whipping around in the wind, yet you are inexplicably, entirely, content.
That may be because this is the Hogsmeade weekend that you've been waiting for, the one that you can't wait to buy all your Christmas presents at.
Or maybe it's because you're thinking of the warm butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks that makes you all tingly inside.
But, it may be/might be/probably is because of that boy standing next to you, the one with the messy hair and the owlish glasses who's making you laugh so hard that you're snorting, which in turn makes you turn red in embarrassment at the pig-like noises coming out of you.
Yet you're happy, really happy as your boots crunch in the snow and the wind whistles and the students chatter around you.
You stop thinking about how unbelievably cold it is, about how that Transfiguration exam is tomorrow, about how Sev is staring at you standing next to James Potter of all people. You stop wondering what other people are thinking about you, about James, about the two of you together for just that one second because when he reaches out to grab your hand, you forget all of it.
All you feel is the strength of his hand in yours when he squeezes it and you think, maybe this isn't so bad, maybe this was right all along.