Harry was now so chilled that he thought longingly for a moment of the snug, dry interiors of the cars streaming along below, then, even more longingly , of traveling by Floo powder; it might be uncomfortable to spin around in fireplaces but it was at least warm in the flames.
Or. . Or about a pair of strong muscled arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, a firm chest pressed against his back, and warm breath tickling his neck. The silky platinum-blonde hair tickling his cheek, and the slow rising and falling signaling the warm solid figure behind him had fallen asleep. Draco.
Harry helt a warmth spread across his body, warming his fingers and his frozen toes. He flew with a renewed vigor. He had something waiting for him at Hogwarts. The Ministry was not as big and as scary as he thought.
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{ Order of the Pheonix pg. 57 }
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