Draco secretly likes it when Harry wears his Gryffindor scarves

On a Saturday afternoon, in late November, Harry and Ron walked out into the commons, feeling the brisk, cold air hitting their cheeks.

"Oy Harry! It's cold out here. Maybe we should head back to the common room," said Ron, who had headed out ill prepared, without his Gryffindor scarf.

"No way man. Just because you didn't dress properly doesn't mean were going to waste this nice day, probably one of the LAST nice days, cooped up inside."

Little did the two know as they sat down under the large oak tree by the pond, that a certain someone was high up in that tree watching.

Draco sat in one of the tallest trees, on one of the highest branches, intending to pull some sort of evil prank on the first Gryffindor he saw. However, when that first Gryffindor was Harry he couldn't bare to do anything to him. He couldn't do anything to Ron, next to Harry to, in fact he almost couldn't sit on his branch because he was so mesmerized by the way Harry's scarf wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. Who cared that it was a Gryffindor scarf! Draco liked it. He liked it so much he almost called out to Harry before remembering why he was up in a tree anyways. He'd just have to go see him tonight, in their special spot in the Room of Requirements.