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“Can you show me?” Celia asked, lifting her head from Draco’s chest.

“What do you want me to do?” Potter asked.

“Um…” She looked around, her blond curls bouncing this way and that.

“Ah, I know,” Potter said. He took out his wand, his eyes never leaving Celia. Wordlessly, he flicked it several times and Draco wondered what he was doing. Right beside them, the snow suddenly lifted off the ground and whirled around like a small tornado.

“Whoa!” Celia’s eyes were wide as she watched the snow slowly transform. Draco couldn’t help but laugh when he realised what Potter was doing.

“Oh, a snowman,” Celia shrieked in delight. She clapped and giggled as the snowman started dancing around them. It was good to see her enjoy herself like that.

“Impressive, huh?” Potter said to Celia, wiggling his eyebrows. Draco snorted, drawing his wand as well. Within seconds, a second snowman danced around them, while Celia squealed and jumped up and down. Smug, Draco turned his gaze to Potter. Oh boy. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes. He barely moved his wand, his eyes locked with Draco’s, the grin on his face widening.

“Ah!”

Reluctantly, Draco tore his gaze away from Potter, only to see…Oh, that bastard! The two snowmen were now dancing with each other, it almost looked like they were waltzing, while a dozen of little snowmen flounced around them.

“Showoff,” Draco muttered, eliciting another laugh from Potter. Draco doubted he would ever tire of that sound.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Celia said, tugging at his robes. “It’s him, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice quivering with excitement.

“What?”

“It’s him,” she said, lowering her voice almost conspiratorially. “The one you’re always telling us stories about. It’s him, right? Right?” Before Draco could say anything, she turned back to Potter, beaming. “Mr. Malfoy said you’re the best flyer he’s ever seen.”

Potter blinked.

“And he said you don’t have a mummy and a daddy, either, just like me.”

Draco cringed.

“He said you were really sad, but you’ll be happy again, so I can be, too!”

He could feel Potter’s gaze on him while heat and embarrassment washed over him.

“Mr. Malfoy said he can see it in your eyes. He said your eyes are so green, they—”

“Okay, time for the next class, Celia, darling,” Draco said hastily, his cheeks flaming, and hoisted the little girl up in his arms. She shrieked excitedly and threw her arms around his neck.