You and Draco never got along, if we say slightly. No, you really hated each other, couldn't stand each other. At least you did. But still, somehow when you had problems, even really small ones, like for example with finding your wand in the corridors, he somehow always appeared from nowhere and would give you your wand that was under a bench, but did it in his own cold and harsh manner, always adding something like "I just couldn't see how poor mudblood was embarrassing herself. You look pathetic, well, as always." and would leave after.

Now it was your 6th year at Hogwarts and you were outside, standing in the cold winter air in just a light sweater, snow falling on your shoulders as you waited for your friend to come, shivering from cold when a warm jacket wrapped around you. You turned around and saw...Draco again. He was standing there, observing you coldly.

"Oh, mudblood. What, are you trying to give me a gift in the form of you as a frozen statue? Well, that's not a bad idea, I'll give you that. At least no one would bother me anymore."

He said sarcastically and in his usual rude manner and started to walk away towards the castle, now just in his sweater, not bothering himself to look at you again, his hands in his pockets.