It was dark and cold and Draco hated this. All of this. A bloody aristocrat of the wizarding world and he didn't even have enough money to purchase a decent warming spell. He was stuck rubbing his hands together and huddling into his blankets.
Stupid ministries and stupid bans on possible threats to wizardly security.
He heard a creak of the door and delved mournfully into the quilts. The tousled haired hero of the wizarding world appeared in his doorway. He held a steaming paper bag and a liter of soda.
"Chinese?"
Harry's smile warmed Draco all the way through.
