50
Trick
Neville followed the footprints in the snow. He pulled his coat tighter over his body, glaring at the fact of his breath freezing in the air. He didn't like the cold. He didn't like it at all. Which was in complete contrast to the male he was looking for. Draco could spend hours in the snow. Neville never understood how he could do so.
That was when he spotted him, standing in front of a large tree, the branches weighted down with snow. Smiling, he moved towards him.
"You said you wanted to talk" Neville wrapped his arms tighter around him.
"I remember saying that." There was a hint of mischief in Draco's grin. It was a smile Neville knew all too well. It was one he loved - just not when directed towards him.
"What are you-" Neville didn't get to finish before the snow overhead fell around his shoulders. He let out of yelp of fright at the cold. Draco's chuckling was light in the air. "That was a total set up."
"Sorry," the Slytherin said.
Neville couldn't help but grin as he brushed the snow from his shoulder. "No you're not."
"You're right." Draco stepped forward, taking Neville's hand. "I enjoyed that."
"Oh really." Neville's eyebrow rose. He leaned forward, his lips inches from his boyfriend's. "You are adorable."
"No." Draco shook his head as he leaned ever closer. "Not adorable. Handsome. Charming. Generous. Yes. Adorable, no."
He was able to kiss Neville when a face full of snow sent him back a few feet. Draco whipped the snow from his face. With a smile on his lips he spoke, "that was a dirt trick."
"Maybe it was." Neville shrugged, grabbing a handful of snow, and forming it into a ball between his gloves hands. "Maybe it wasn't."
"You'll pay for that one." Draco began to form his own snowball.
Neville chuckled. "Alright. Loser has to give the other a backrub."
The snowballs flew back and forth for hours.
