Furious cold.

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Title: Furious cold.
Rating: PG
Word count: 107 Oops?
Challenge: #77; Weakness.

Draco trudged on up to the castle. The cold was one of his only weaknesses.
His fingers frozen without gloves, his pants soaked as he pushed his way through the deep snow.
Clutching his coat, the wind howled furiously and wound it's way around him, chilling him unapolegetically.
He needed to think warm.. the common room fire, his warm bed. Better yet, someone accompanying him in said bed...
His foot caught on the castle steps, and Draco was caught unaware - wrapped up in his inner fantasies.
The snow cushioning the fall, even from where he fell he could tell, the castle doors were locked for the night.