You were sitting in the library, flipping through an old book on dragons. The winter chill was starting to settle in, making you shiver. As you flipped through the section on the peruvian vipertooth, you felt something soft drape around your neck. Glancing down in surprise, you saw a Slytherin scarf.

"What are you doing holed up in here, Weasley?" A familiar voice came from behind. Most would panic at the sound of his voice. The subtle mocking tone no matter what he said. But you smiled.

"Charlie's birthday's coming up. I wanted to get him something for his dragons," you said. Draco scoffed and made himself at home in the armchair with you. You were squished together, which warmed you even better than his scarf.

"Doesn't your brother have enough beasts?" he asked. Although Draco loved you dearly, he still struggled with the ingrained disdain for the rest of your family. Which was exactly why no one knew you two had been dating since Third Year. Your families would both have heart attacks.