A/N: Ah, it's been a while, huh? Well...I'm not really sure where THIS came from. I guess it's because of the upcoming holiday...
Pairing: Draco/Neville
Gloves
Draco was sitting on a bench on the school grounds. Neville could see Malfoy from his spot behind a tree. He wasn't stalking the young man; he was just afraid to come out from his hiding spot and walk past the blonde. It was untelling what hex he would get hit with if Draco saw him walk by alone.
Neville watched as Draco rubbed his hands together before breathing on them, trying to keep them warm. It was cold outside and the blonde didn't have any gloves on, surprisingly. They weren't the only thing that the blonde boy was surprisingly missing though; Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's brainless puppets, were no where to be seen. The blonde was alone.
Neville swallowed, afraid to come out even if Malfoy's goons weren't around. The blonde wasn't exactly the nicest person-Scrooge would have been nicer, Neville imagined.
Neville was about to turn around and go back the other way when he noticed the blonde shiver. Neville sighed, deciding he was too nice, before taking off his own pair of gloves. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. Quickly so he wouldn't lose his nerves and to hurry and get away from the young Malfoy, he marched to the bench Draco was sitting on. Malfoy was engrossed in a potions book, not noticing Neville walking up to him. He did look up though when Neville came close to him, snow crunching under the Gryffindor's feet. He watched silently as Neville reached out, his hand shaky, and placed the gloves on the bench beside Draco. The only sound Longbottom made was when he swallowed again and the snow crunched under his feet more as he scurried off.
Draco looked down at the gloves, a scowl on his face. He looked up to make sure no one was watching when he slid the gloves onto his own pale hands, accepting Neville Longbotton's gift.