Good Intentions

Draco Malfoy is misunderstood and his attitude is second nature to him. He was raised to believe in blood purity, wealth and power. He’s a confused youth being influenced by his fathers past and current deeds but his best friend (and secret love) brings out the best in him and helps to keep him in line. But what happens when Draco is soon forced to let her go?

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5. Journey To The Three Broomsticks

It was a couple of days later and Draco smiled as himself and Arabella head down to The Three Broomsticks, the snow crunching beneath their boots and small snow flakes clung to their hair. It felt good to get out in the fresh, yet cold, air for a change instead of being cooped up in the castles for days. Draco put his hand over his coat pocket, a sudden wave of worry washing over him. Draco's anxious expression quickly faded as he felt the outline of the package inside his pocket. He sighed quietly in relief, thankful he hadn't forgotten or lost it. Draco then glanced to Arabella, wondering if she'd noticed, but she hadn't. He smiled as she glanced down at the ground, a smile on her face as the snow crunched beneath her boots. Her hands were gloved and hidden inside the sleeves of her coat and her cheeks were a light red from the cold air. Arabella seemed to sense Draco looking at her and raised her head, her grey eyes meeting his and stuck out her tongue.

"I can't believe I let you convince me to come out here in this weather." Arabella remarked, sighing and shaking her head slightly as they now walked closely together through the snow. Arabella had been whining all morning about how she hadn't gotten enough sleep and Draco had suggested a walk to try and wake her up a little. She hadn't been keen on the idea but had finally agreed when Draco had suggested The Three Broomsticks and a butter beer.

Draco just chuckled. "I would have gone to The Three Broomsticks whether you had come with me or not." Draco told her, and indeed he would have. He had a job to do today. Arabella glanced to him before looking ahead of her.

"Oh really? Why's that then?" She asked.

"Well its just good to get out of there, isn't it? I can't stand being cooped up in there all the time. It gets stuffy." Draco told her. Arabella laughed but nodded in agreement. They both felt silent for a moment, but the silence was not awkward, it was a comfortable silence. Draco's heart skipped a beat as Arabella pulled her hand out of her sleeve and pulled off her glove before grabbing Draco's un-gloved and surprisingly warm hand.

"How is it that your hand is warm, yet mine is white from the cold?" Arabella asked in confusion. Draco shrugged and rolled his eyes playfully as Arabella placed her freezing cold hand onto cheek but his eyes widened a little as the coldness from her hand and the warmness from his cheek collided. "I told you they were cold." Arabella said, giggling a little as she noticed Draco's facial expression and put her glove back on. Draco stopped walking and grabbed Arabella's arm, pulling her to a stop. He took her gloved hands in his and began rubbing her hands to try and warm them up, feeling slightly guilty for convincing her to come outside in the freezing cold just because he didn't want to be alone after he'd done the job. Arabella smiled as Draco slowly lifted her gloved hands to his lips and blew on them softly as he continued rubbing them.

"Better?" Draco asked before blowing on them one last time. Arabella shrugged but smiled.

"Thank you." She said as Draco let her hands go. She quickly pulled them up into her sleeves again, to keep them a little warm. Draco smiled as they then continued to walk side by side through the snow. "Draco, I'm tired." Arabella complained after a couple of minutes. Draco rolled his eyes playfully and stood in front of her, bending down a little. Arabella grinned and climbed onto his back. Draco wrapped his hands around her thighs to make sure she wouldn't fall and then continued to walk. Arabella leaned forwards slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind before placing her cold, pale pink lips to his cheek and resting her head on his shoulder. Draco felt his legs turn to jelly, but somehow managed to keep walking until they had reached their destination.

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