Their boots crunched through the weeks-old late December snow as they walked the well-beaten path to Hogsmeade Village together, hand-in-hand. The air felt extra cold this morning as the chilly wind wove its way in through the very seams of her cloak. Hermione had pulled it from the unclaimed lost and found at the beginning of term, not wanting to spend her last remaining Galleons on a better one. With her parents still in Australia, oblivious of her existence, she had to be extra scrupulous about her expenditures. Draco wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in tightly against his warmth.