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[ID: Candy canes lights in snow]
Draco grins, waving to Pansy and Blaise as they approach. Harry’s hand is warm in his, and he gives it a gentle squeeze. Hermione and Ron are standing next to Harry, having some discussion about Hermione’s new house elf legislation.
“Come on!” Draco calls out.
Pansy sticks her tongue out at him and Blaise flips him off. They both walk a little bit faster though, coats flapping in the gentle wind.
“What are we even doing here?” Ron asks, leaning over Harry and Hermione to look at Draco. “‘Mione refused to tell me.”
Draco laughs, quirking an eyebrow at her even though she’s deep in a new conversation with Harry. “I heard a rumour, that just beyond this hill, someone has put up some Muggle Christmas decorations.” He shrugs, leaning into Harry and away from the wind. “I wanted to see if that was true.”
“Let me get this straight,” Ron starts, scowling when Draco laughs at his choice of words. “If there isn’t actually anything here, we’ve all gone out in the snow for no reason?”
Draco shrugs again. “Yep. Guess so.”
“No,” Hermione cuts in. “If there aren’t any lights here, we already decided we’d go into London and walk through the Muggle streets. There’s always lots of light displays in the city.”
Ron sighs in relief, and Draco chuckles under his breath. “Party pooper, Hermione.”
She smiles sarcastically at him, pressing a kiss to Ron’s cheek.
“Good evening Gryffindors,” Pansy says as they finally arrive.
“I’m a Slytherin,” Draco argues, even as the other three cheer in greeting.
“Not anymore you’re not,” Blaise returns. “Harry has rubbed off on you darling.”
“In more than one way,” Pansy adds under breath.
Ron makes a choked sound. “Hey! Don’t make those comments near me!”
Pansy and Blaise shrug. Draco’s cheeks burn a bit, but he plays it off. Harry begins walking, pulling Draco along behind him, and then the whole group is moving. They walk through thick snow, and Draco has to lift his feet way too high to be able to take a step. By the time they reach the top of the small hill, he is feeling uncomfortably warm under his layers of clothing.
They all take the final step at the same time, peering down the hill in curiosity.
A line of red lights are marked out in the snow, leading into a copse of trees. There are about six candy canes, red and white lights twisting up the frames. The overall effect is rather unimpressive, but Draco still finds himself captivated by them. He hasn’t seen many Muggle decorations, and these ones are beautiful.
Harry squeezes his hand, pulling him in and kissing the side of his head. “Do you wanna go look?”
Draco gazes up at him, a smile tugging at his lips.
He drops Harry’s hand and runs down the hill, nearly slipping in the snow. Pansy follows after him, squealing when she nearly falls multiple times. They both laugh at each other once they’re back on flat ground, and then race towards the lights.
There’s a pool of light around each candy cane, casting the snow in red. Draco trails his foot over it, smiling as his shoe glows red too. Hermione appears next to them, running her fingers over the plastic covers.
“They’re pretty,” Ron says, reaching out to touch them too.
Harry presses against Draco’s back, his arms wrapping around his waist. “Thanks Draco, they’re beautiful.”
Draco smiles. “It’s not like I put them up, but yes, they are.”
There’s a scream as Blaise tumbles down the hill, snow flying up into the air after him.
“I was beginning to wonder where he was,” Hermione says.
“Thanks for looking out for me, guys!” Blaise shouts, standing up and brushing snow off his clothes. Draco snorts, turning back to look at the little red lights. They’re beautiful, and he desperately wants to see more.
Something soft hits him, and Draco looks down, startled. His eyes narrow when he sees that it’s snow, and when he looks up again, he spots Blaise slapping his hands together and dusting snow off them.
Draco narrows his eyes at him, and before Harry can stop him, is drawing his wand. He uses a spell his father taught him when he was a child, and creates a wall of snowballs hovering in the air. He shouts to get Blaise’s attention, and then fires them all in his direction. Blaise yelps, ducking to try and avoid them.
Another snowball hits Draco, this time from Hermione. Before he knows it, snow is flying everywhere.
Harry grins at him through the ensuing storm, and throws a snowball right at his face.