Draco looked over to Luna blowing gently into her hands. The first snow had fallen last night and it was freezing out today.
"Where are your gloves?" He looked at her irritated, already knowing the answer.
"I couldn't find them this morning. I suspect nargles."
He knew she would blame the nargles, she always did.
He also knew the blame was on the other students not the nargles.
Even after all she had done to help in the war, some of the other students took joy in tormenting her, and she did nothing about it.
At first he had ignored it as well, but recently he had begun to hex the students he knew were harassing her.
She had become his friend, to his great despair and multiple attempts to try and deter her.
When returning to Hogwarts to repeat his seventh year, his plan had been to keep his head low, and to finish up quietly.
Unfortunately, Luna had other plans.
She had seen him on their first day back, alone at the dinner table, and decided then and there that after what they had suffered last year, no one deserved to be alone.
Since then she had been by his side day in and day out.
Somewhere along the lines, he actually began to enjoy it.
Draco sighed and pulled off his gloves, He was much larger than she was and capable to stand up to the elements a little better, thus his hands wouldn't get so cold quite as quickly.
She held up her hands and shook her head when he tried to hand them to her which simply caused him to become more irritated and simply shove one of the gloves on her hand.
"Draco, you need your gloves!" she fought.
He ignored her taking her other hand in his and shoving the glove on it.
Once her hands were securely inside the warm gloves he quickly turned away from her and began to walk towards his next class.
"Draco!" she called after him.
"Get to class Lovegood." He called back as he continued on his way.
With a small smile she rubbed her hands together again, enjoying the warmth the high priced gloves expelled over her hands.
With a shrug she spun on her heel and headed off in the opposite direction her friend had just gone, humming to herself and swinging her hands back and forth in the warm dragonhide gloves.
