'ello all once more! Here's another humorous chapter for you all to enjoy~

Disclaimer: First chapter has it, please look there.

Winter Time

"Bloody hell it's cold," whined Harry while he changed out of his work clothes. He slipped on a sweater before putting on the fuzzy house shoes he had bought earlier in the month. Checking the heating, the thermometer told him that it was only slightly cool but it didn't feel like it to him at all. "Bloody lying technology."

Walking to the fireplace, Harry would pull out his wand from the pocket of his pants before giving it a flick to make fire appear in it.

Draco came in the house while shutting the door quickly, "Leaping lizards, it's even cold in here!"

Harry rubbed his hands together while slightly bending towards the fireplace while he heard Draco rant on and on about the snow and the weather being colder than ice. Rolling his eyes, he took hold of the poker and started to poke the fire with it. The flames crackled while it licked and ate up the wood in a greedy way.

"Ah, there you are Potter. I thought you froze to death."

"Ha, ha, Malfoy." He was clearly faking a laugh at Draco, who was wearing two layers of sweaters and three layers of socks. When Harry turned to see him, he couldn't help but snicker.

"What's so funny, Potter?"

Harry set the poker down back to where it was before he used it, "Have you looked in a mirror, Malfoy?"

"It's bloody cold out there and I'd rather not freeze my arse off."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle immaturely. "That won't be the only thing that freezes off," he muttered before he walked into the kitchen. While both of them got some nice hot chicken-noddle soup with toast, Draco had sneaked a grope on Harry in between - which caused Harry to yelp out and even spill some of the hot liquid from the soup upon him.

"Owww! For Merlin's sake Malfoy, stop groping me - especially when I'm holding something that is boiling hot!"

"Hm, then that means I can't grope you while you hold me-"

"You wish Malfoy. You bloody well wish that you are."

"So you're saying I'm ugly? I didn't know you had that much of a bad taste."

"Just be quiet Malfoy and go eat already," said Harry while he broke off a napkin on the holder so that he could wipe some of the hot liquid off. However, he couldn't keep wearing it since it would feel odd later with that liquid hardened.

While Draco was enjoying some of his soup, Harry went and changed in their room before heading back to get his own bowl and join Draco.

"Nice sweater," said Draco while smirking.

Harry just bit down upon the toast irritatingly.

"Dragons do look good on you-"

"That's it. When we're done, you're gonna get it Malfoy!"

Draco did a fake panic cry, "Oh no, I'm so scared! Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is going to attack. Whatever shall I do?"

He was answered by Harry snatching his collars and found himself being dragged all the way to their room and pushed down on the bed. Whatever happened next made Draco moan very loudly while the bed squeaked.

It was never wise to piss off a lion, even if you are a snake.

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Draco had it coming to him. Harry may appear weak but he can definitely show that he isn't, heheh.

Hope you enjoyed this short chapter. Be sure to tell me what you thought too 8D