It was freezing cold out, well the rain felt freezing to Draco. It was a mid-june rain and the rain was so damn cold. Of course, Draco hadn't brought a cloak with him since it WAS June.
With the nice weather that morning, the carriages hadn’t been used and Draco was jogging as fast as he could back from Hogsmeade but he was getting soaked to the bone. All of a sudden, the rain wasn't hitting him anymore.
The platinum blond, with his hair falling in his face, looked at his cover...a cloak. He then looked at who was holding it...his friend of six months.
"Harry." He smiled lightly at the raven-haired teen.
"Hey, Draco. Thought you could do with some help." Harry smiled down at Draco's shivering frame.
"Thanks."
"It's no problem, Draco. Come on. The faster we can get back to the castle the faster we can get you dry. After that, we can have fun."
Draco smiled at the other sixteen-year-old. "You know, Harry, I don't deserve you as a friend."
"You deserve everything, Draco," Harry said smiling down at the inch shorter teen. "You've had a hard life so you deserve every nice thing there is."
Draco smiled at the other boy, whose white right sleeve, hanging out from under the cloak, was getting soaked up to his shoulder. At least he had thought to wear gray, even though he hadn’t known it would rain.
"Thanks, Harry." He said softly, taking the left side of the cloak from him.