Draco always had.. more or less expensive tastes. He would very rarely settle for anything less than shiny and brand new.

That is, if his father didn't tell him off first. But that's besides the point.

While he had lavish tastes, he still loved you quite dearly. Would battle a thousand dementors for you.

So, when you presented him with a hand-knitted sweater, he gladly accepted.

Explaining why exactly he wore something such as that would not be an easy to obscure task from Pansy and the others though.

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"It's negative 5 outside, you blokes. I'm merely keeping warm.*

He huffed in a matter-of-fact way, crossing his arms over his chest. His face scrunched in a scowl, his brows furrowing together

"You have other coats, Draco.."

Pansy snickered, already figuring out what was up the second she saw Draco.