A/N: This is probably around their fourth year, read and review, yada. Review and tell me what centering you like better...enjoy!

I stared out at the falling snow, sighing heavily. It looked freezing out there, and I was going to have to walk all the way to Hogsmeade in it.

"This will be great." I grumbled.

The prospect of walking in the snow was made even worse by the fact that I had misplaced my scarf yesterday and still hadn't gotten another one. Not even the fact that I was getting to go to Hogsmeade was going to make this any better.

"All students going to Hogsmeade, line up!"

I sighed and headed to the line, taking a spot at the back. I saw Crabbe and Goyle at the front and considered joining them, but decided not to. I was going to walk alone this time, unless Pansy decided to join me, a scary thought. The girl didn't know what personal space was and probably never would.

It wasn't long before I was handing Filch my permission slip and heading out into the biting wind. I pulled my coat tight around me and walked quickly, passing groups of first years staring around in wonder as if they'd never been outside before. Some of them, Slytherins, called my name as I passed. I ignored them, but was glad my name was still popular throughout the house.

I moved as fast as possible, and was almost halfway there when someone called out my name. A familiar someone.

"Potter?" I turned around to face the Gryffindor, glaring.

"Malfoy." He wheezed, "You walk fast."

"Because I'm trying to get out of the cold." I smirked.

"Yeah, it is pretty cold." Potter agreed, breathing heavily. It was if he had been running to catch up with me, a fact I found amusing.

I watched him for a moment, then began walking again. However, I walked a lot a slower, so he could catch up if he wanted. He was a much better walking companion then Pansy, and just the thought of him warmed me from head to toe.

"Hey, wait up!" Potter called and I heard his footsteps behind me.

"What?" I slowed just enough for him to catch up once again.

"I thought we could walk together." He mumbled, turning slightly pink. I fought the urge to hug him and pretended to think.

"Alright."

We walked along in silence, even though I heard Potter take in a breath several times, as if he were about to say something. However, he never got the chance to say it, since we reached Hogsmeade in record time.

"Goodbye Potter." I prepared to head to the nearest building, but Potter grabbed my arm.

"Do you want to go somewhere with me?" He chewed on his lip and I tried to keep my face as normal as possible.

"I can't. I have to meet up with Pansy." I explained, though I didn't need to. We were supposed to hate each other.

"Oh, well..." He paused, seeming to think hard. I stared at him, waiting for something to happen. I waited and waited and almost left, but just as I was about to, something did happen.

Potter kissed me.

And I kissed him back.

When he finally pulled away, he smiled and whispered "At least take my scarf."

It wasn't until later that I realized his scarf was now wrapped around my neck.