cold winter on hogwarts.

it was snowing outside, the wind was blowing, the cold air brushing against your cheeks as you slipped through a tunnel. you hadn’t managed to get your permission to visit hogsmeade yet, so sneaking out seemed like a good idea.

but you hadn’t counted on running into none other than harry, the boy who lived, potter in the secret tunnels.

”what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be in the castle?”

the brunette asked, looking at you nervously, though his expression remained firm. his emerald-green eyes studied you intently, expecting an answer.