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Written for:

Ultimate Battle Competition: Khione's Ice crown: The setting must be someplace cold and the main character must be female. (Setting= Forbidden Forest in winter; Female=Hermione Granger)

Drabble club: prompt: robes

Greek Mythology Mega Challenge: Aidos: Write about feeling embarrassed or guilty.

Ultimate OTP Competition: word: song

Word count: 1, 163

Cold

"Mister Malfoy! Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall yelled loudly. "Can't you two be civil for at least 5 minutes?"

Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry Professor."

Draco scowled and turned his head away.

"Detention, both of you," she said, in a stern voice. "You'll meet me in my office tomorrow at 10:00 p.m ."

Hermione flushed, the little bit of color leaving her cheeks. "Detention?"

Professor McGonagall's features softened. "Yes, don't be late."

Hermione felt as if she had just swallowed sand. Detention? What example would she set if people found out both the Heads have detention? She whirled around to face Draco. "This is all your fault, you know."

"My fault?" Draco raised a brow. "I don't think so Granger. No, this is your fault."

"My fault?" Hermione sputtered. "What are you talking about?"

"If you would have let me help, then we wouldn't be in this position."

"I just thought that you didn't wa-"

"What? Want to help?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes. "This is a teamwork project."

"Still," Hermione said, averting her gaze. "You don't do teamwork, last time I heard."

"Times change, Granger," he snarled. She stepped back in surprise. "I didn't think you of people still held prejudices."

Hermione shivered as if a cold bucket of water had been dumped on her. "No, no, that isn't what I meant."

"Whatever," Draco shrugged. The bell rang and before she knew it, he was gone.

She stayed rooted in the spot until Harry shot her a curious look. She laughed hastily, leaving in a rush before he could approach her.

How could Draco even think that? She just thought that he didn't want to help. She sighed, hoping tomorrow night would never come.

Hermione ran to Professor McGonagall's office, hoping she wasn't late. A couple of the Gryffindor's in the years below her had asked her for help, and she didn't have the heart to say no. So here she was now, running at full speed. She didn't even have the time to put on a sweater or her robes. All she had on was her white collared shirt and her skirt. Thank God she had wored her knee high socks today.

"I'm here!" She exclaimed, breathless. She glanced at the clock on the wall, 3 minutes late. Her words stumbled over each other. "I'm so sorry. I was helping out. Was late. Ran fast."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Alright, you two have the opportunity to help Hagrid. Go. He's waiting for you two."

Hermione nodded, wheezing for breath. "S-sure!"

She clutched her side as she walked out. She sneaked a glance at Draco, whose face was a perfect mask. No expression or emotion present. She composed herself while they walked in silence.

Hagrid greeted them warmly. "Hermione, Malfoy! Glad to have your help!"

Hermione smiled unsurely. "Hello, Hagrid."

"Well, let's see what we have for yer," Hagrid said, looking around until he spotted a bag. "Great! Feed the animals!"

"Sorry?" Hermione asked, confused.

"I've got work to do for my class, so you both will go the in the forest. Ask you have to do is throw these-" he pointed to three giant bags of unknown content," around the forest."

Hermione nodded. She shivered as a chilly breeze passed through her. The Forbidden Forest? It was the middle of winter! The nights were unbearable if you didn't have blankets to cover yourself. Here she was with a thin shirt going into the forest in the middle of the night. Great.

"So, any of you have a question?" Hagrid asked, loading the bags onto a cart.

Yes, she thought, can I go fetch a sweater? "No, Hagrid. Draco and I can handle it."

"Great," Hagrid said. "I'll leave you to it."

Hermione walked with Draco in comfortable silence. She rubbed her hands together to keep from freezing to death. Her breath came out in little puffs. She occasionally reached inside the bags scattering varieties of meat and fruit onto the ground. She could hear her teeth chattering. "S-so, Malfoy, I-I'm sorry for y-yesterday's argument."

His perfectly crafted expression broke. He looked at her as if she had sprouted another head. "What?"

"I'm sorry," she repeated through clenched teeth. "I'm not r-repeating it again."

"Don't worry, Granger," Draco said, smirking broadly. "I understand. I was right, you were wrong."

"Look, Malfoy, I ju-" Hermione broke off as a powerful wind swept by them. She yelped and crouched on the floor.

"What is it?" He asked, alarmed.

"I'm s-singing a song! W-what does it l-look like I'm d-doing? I-I'm c-cold!" She yelled. Her teeth were chattering like crazy, and she was shaking wildly. "I-I'm g-going t-t-to die!"

He cursed loudly. He took off his jacket beneath his robe and handed it to her. "Why didn't you bring a sweater?"

"I was r-running late! I d-didn't th-think anything of it!" She greedily took the jacket. She breathed a sigh of relief as warmth flooded through her body. "Thank you!"

He lend her a hand as she got up. "It's almost winter, Granger."

She scowled at his disapproving tone. "I know!"

"We're are in the Forbidden Forest in winter, of course it's going to be cold! Why didn't you bring a sweater?"

Hermione huffed in annoyance. "I didn't have time."

He laughed. "Okay, Granger."

She shivered involuntarily. He gave her a sideways glance. "Are you still cold?"

She nodded reluctantly. All of sudden, she felt herself being pulled into a warm embrace. "Um."

He sighed. "Can't be helped. We still about half the bags left to do."

She nodded, blushing madly as Draco kept an arm wrapped around her."This is um, sort of an akward position to walk in."

"You'd rather walk alone?" He said, raising a brow. "Cold?"

"I just d-don't th-think, well, you know," she stuttered. Hopefully, he couldn't see her face right now. She wasn't blind for Merlin's sake! She had eyes! And they definitely noticed Draco. He wasn't a bad person either! She's actually had intelligent discussions with him. She would have to be really careful.

"You know what your problem is Granger?" He asked ,looking directly at her.

She didn't want him to find out about her crush on him! "W-what?"

He leaned in closer to her face until they were a breath away. She tried to look away but with his hand he kept her face facing him.

He softly mumured, "You think to much."

Her breath hitched as he leaned in closer. "Wait, I don't think-"

"Don't worry," he chuckled. "I know of a better way to keep warm."