"Harry, you gonna be okay on your own? I mean, Seamus and Dean aren't gonna drive you mad, are they?" Ron asked, pulling his jumper over his head.
"Ron, I promise I won't crack."
"What about Voldemort? If he comes, you won't be able to defend yourself!" Ron continued.
"I promise I won't die."
"And be sure to study your subjects!" Hermione added.
Cue eye rolling from both boys.
"I promise I won't flunk." Hermione hugged him, tightly.
"Have a happy Christmas, Harry! I'll write you!" Grinning, he waved them off and turned to head back to the warm school.
"Morning, Po—Harry." Harry looked around and saw Draco Malfoy.
"Um…Morning…Draco…" he replied, hesitantly. Draco held out one gloved hand.
"All my friends are gone for Christmas break, and so are yours, so what say we call it a truce, eh?" Harry stared at Draco. Was he on drugs?
I told Hermione this wouldn't work, Draco thought, disappointed. He was just beginning to lower his hand when Harry clasped it.
"Okay," he said with a brilliant smile. "Truce." Draco grinned, maliciously.
"Then just remember this is in good nature," he said. In a flash, he scooped up a handful of snow and chucked it at Harry. He laughed at Harry's shocked face, snow slipping off his shoulders.
He looks so natural when he laughs, Harry thought to himself. Draco would throw his head back and his whole body shook.
"I-I'm sorry!" he gasped once he had stopped laughing enough to talk. "I couldn't—haha—resist!" Harry growled at him, scooping up some snow.
"Well, I couldn't resist either!" He threw hard, hitting Draco's flushed face.
"HEY!" he exclaimed, wiping the cold from his cheeks. "No fair! I only hit you on the shoulders!" Harry grinned, cheekily.
"Well, you tried to duck!" Draco grabbed some more snow and sent it flying, hitting Harry in the stomach. Harry grabbed some snow, but Draco threw a sufficiently harder snowball, knocking Harry on his back. Draco approached him when he didn't move.
"Harry, are you all r—oomf!"
With one swift sweep of his feet, Harry knocked Draco off his feet. He landed heavily on top of Harry, and Harry rolled over, straddling Draco's waist.
"Revenge is sweet," he cackled, shoving a handful of snow down the front of his shirt. Draco let out a rather girly shriek, squirming under Harry.
"AH! ColdcoldcoldcoldcoldCOLD! I give up! I give up!"
"You what?" Harry asked, seemingly deaf.
"I surrender! You win!"
"Who wins?"
"You! The Golden Boy! Almighty Harry Potter! Lord of the wonderful, beloved Gryffindors!" Harry grinned.
"You're too easy!" he laughed. Draco pouted, lsightly.
"I am not easy!" Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Draco up. "You got my clothes all wet," Draco complained. Harry wrapped his cloak around him.
"Come on. Let's get you dried up before lunchtime." Their faces flushed, the two boys stumbled up towards the castle, the bond of friendship set in place.