"Don't you dare throw that snowba-Godamnit."

It is a beautiful February day. You know what? No, fuck that. Today has been awful. It's wet, and cold, and utterly dreadful in every possible way. And, of course, Draco's boyfriend has insisted on spending the day outside. "It will be fun, Draco." "What are you talking about? It's lovely outside, Draco." "Come on, we could build a snowman, Draco." Draco Malfoy would much rather be spending the day inside, but who is he to say no to his boyfriend.

Harry Potter loves the cold, in fact, winter is his favorite time of year. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, despises it. But he is just so silly for his boyfriend, and that is the reason why he is currently freezing his arse off while following Harry through the Hogwarts grounds at ten in the morning.

"Can we please go back inside." Draco looks at Harry expectantly.

"But we just got here." Harry all but whines at Draco, even going as far as to pout when he finishes speaking.

"Fine." Draco huffs and goes to stand at Harry's side. "What are we doing out here, anyway?"

"Harry walks over to a bank of snow and turns his back to Draco suspiciously, a smirk on his face. He kneels down and starts to do something with his hands.

"What- What are you doing?" Draco asks, beginning to worry. He has no idea what his boyfriend has planned, but whatever it is, there is no doubt that he won't like it.

When Harry turns back around, he has a snowball clutched in his hands and he's staring intensely at his blond companion. "I think you know." He says with a smirk, throwing the snowball up in the air and catching it with his other hand.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no." Draco stands and puts his arms out defensively.

"Oh yes." Harry reaches his arm back behind him, preparing to throw.

"Harry don't you dare throw that snowba- Godamnit" Draco is cut off by the snowball hitting him squarely in the face. He pauses, shocked by the cold before spitting out a piece of packed snow. He runs his hand down his face, clearing his eyes before saying, "Oh you are so in for it, Potter." Harry's eyes widen as Draco runs at him, tackling him to the ground. They begin to roll around on the ground, sending snow flying into the air.

Somehow, Harry ends up on top and the two boys stop wrestling, instead looking deeply into each other's eyes. "You're an absolute git, you know that?" Draco laughs, eyes still locked with Harry's.

"Oh shut up, you love me." Harry smiles warmly and Draco sighs as he leans up and presses a kiss to his boyfriend's lips. When they pull apart, Draco finds that he no longer cares about the cold. He's with Harry, and that's all that matters