It took a great deal of persuasion to get Tom out of the crisp, warm castle. He hadn't wanted to step a foot out, claiming it was too cold and they were going to catch phenomena. Harry won in the end, though. Tom had difficulty saying no to him and they both knew it.

Not that Harry would ever take advantage of it and use for his own gain sometimes.

Now he'd successfully gotten Tom outside. Standing underneath a tree with a scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest and in Harry's black hoodie. It had to be lengthened, of course, as Tom was taller than he was by a good eight inches. Plus, Tom's cloaks were a little on the thin side and Harry didn't want Tom freezing (or complaining. His boyfriend could be a drama queen when he wanted to be).

"Come on," Harry took his cold hand into his own, intertwining their fingers. "Don't just stand there."

Tom looked at him flatly.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you your face will freeze like that, Tommy?" Harry said teasingly. He was promptly shoved for that remark.

"Don't call me by that blasted name, Potter."

"Oh, now we're back to Potter? What a pity."

"I'll bury you in this snow," Tom threatened. If it weren't for the mild hint of playfulness in his eyes, one might think he were serious. "I'll make sure they don't find your body until spring."

"Promises, promises," Harry grinned up at him. "'Sides, you wouldn't do that. You love me too much."

"I tolerate you," Tom corrected.

Harry stuck his tongue out. "Prat."

"Very mature," Tom drawled.

"I like to think so."

"I'm starting to wonder why I put up with you."

Harry shrugged. "Maybe I'm just a cover up."

"Ah," Tom said with concealed amusement, though Harry saw it anyway. Not many would. "And what would that be for?"

Not skipping a beat, Harry said cheekily, "Your feelings for a certain tosser."

"I thought you already knew how I felt about you?"

"Funny."

"I like to think so," Tom smirked.

"I meant for Malfoy," Harry, not to be deterred, clarified.

Tom wrinkled his nose. "Are you trying to make me lose my appetite, Potter?"

"I bet I know a way to make it return," Harry grinned again, coming closer to him. "Close your eyes."

"Harry-" Tom seemed exasperated.

"Just close them," Harry whispered, giving him a soft smile that he knew Tom loved (even when he denied it).

Tom sighed. "Very well." He did as he was instructed, leaning forward. Harry did too, slowly closing the gap-

Splat!

Harry cackled as Tom's eyes flew open and he glared, thoroughly unamused. Harry had picked up a handful of snow when Tom wasn't looking and dumped it right on his head. Effectively messing up his stupidly perfect hair.

He held his stomach, his laughter loud. "Your face!" He hollered. "Oh, Merlin, it was priceless! Wait till I tell Ron about this!"

Riddle had a sour look on his face, greatly displeased by what just took place. He crossed his arms, continuing to glare at Harry.

Once Harry stopped laughing, he grinned sheepishly at his boyfriend. "Oh come on, Tom. It was just a bit of fun."

"I don't find this to be a 'bit of fun' as you say," Tom told him, annoyed. "Now I will have to shower to clean my hair."

Harry cocked his head to the side. "Why? Just dry it. It's fine."

"Clearly you have no idea what is in snow."

"And clearly, you need to lighten up," Harry said, amused.

"Is that so? In that case, I will show you how much I can lighten up."

Harry snorted. "Right. That'll be the day- oof!"

Harry was tackled down to the ground, with Tom practically straddling him. His glasses had come off from the scuffle. Everything was blurry, but he was still able to see Tom's face which was mere inches from his own.

Harry exhaled as Tom's fingers cupped the sides of his face. His heart sped up. Even though his vision was off, he could see the softened look from his boyfriend that he was usually only privy to witness.

"Close your eyes," Tom whispered.

Harry obeyed, awaiting the feel of Tom's-

Splat!

He really should have seen that coming.

"You git!" He exclaimed as he sat up and our his glasses back on, shaking his head to get the snow off his face.

"Apologies, darling," Tom smirked.

Harry muttered something vulgar under his breath.

"Now, Harry, is that any way to talk to your boyfriend? You're going to hurt my feelings."

Harry scoffed. "As if you have any."

"No," Tom agreed. "But it's the principle of the matter, you see."

Harry rolled his eyes.

Tom chuckled, leaning back down to kiss his beloved's forehead. "Cheer up, dearest. It was just a bit of fun," he teased.