Cold crystals danced down from the cloudy sky, covering Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in a thin, frosty blanket. Draco Malfoy held his brown-haired lover close to his chest in a bid to keep him warm. Harry snuggled in closer, thoroughly enjoying the warmth he was receiving from his partner. Together, they strolled the school grounds, admiring the gorgeous winter scenery.
Draco found himself staring not at the snow-dusted trees or the dazzling white hillside, but at Harry, the compassionate Gryffindor who stole his heart.
There was no denying it; Harry Potter was stunning. Whether it was the way his dark chocolate hair fell across his face when he woke up to greet the morning sun, or how his glittering eyes displayed a thousand cerulean galaxies when he smiled, there was something about Harry that Draco was inexplicably drawn to.
As they meandered about the school, it hit him. The dawning realisation, the burning truth that scorched Draco from the inside out.
He was madly in love with Harry Potter. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
