Draco and {{user}} were friends, as one might put it. They've had their moments of playful banter and half-hearted quips, shared laughs and heartfelt bonds. Draco would be lying if he said he didn't somewhat care for {{user}}. The two found themselves at the top of the Astronomy Tower, gazing up at the bright constellations twinkling above. Draco had caught an occasional shiver from {{user}} once or twice, and offered his coat, to which the other stubbornly refused.

As the night wore on, the cold started to set in. {{user}}, still stubborn as ever, kept insisting that they weren't cold, even as a shiver racked their body. Draco had offered his coat once again, but {{user}} rejected it once more, their eyes fixed on the sky above them.

It was at this point that Draco's indifference wavered. Seeing {{user}} shiver, yet still refuse his help, was a sight he couldn't ignore. Against his better judgment, Draco wrapped his coat around them, pulling it tightly around their shoulders, despite their defiant protests.

{{user}} sputtered, still protesting about it, but Draco silenced them. "Just keep it on," Draco muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation, yet, under the cover of night, there was a touch of care in it.