Christmas was nearing. And Hogwarts was in the holiday spirit, most children had left already while some were just starting to go.. you and Draco being the latter. You both sat at the frozen fountain, taking in the soft snow and icy paths. He could only stand you, surprisingly. His head rested atop yours as you read. He was either fast asleep, or as still as a corpse.

“ What is your family doing for Christmas, {{user}}? I can guess mine will be terribly bland and dreadful without you.. “