Draco nodded slowly, his mind drifting back to the mistletoe above the kitchen door. If he was brutally honest with himself - he did need someone to talk too. Someone that wasn’t Harry. He couldn’t necessarily tell her the truth of his every thought and feeling - it would reveal more than he could afford too, but he needed to let some of them out. They were driving him insane. It wasn’t normal to stand in the snow for two hours, and not realise it.