Draco had never been more thankful for his heavy woolen cloak. Summer's end was heralded with storms and a furious cold snap. Charlie assured him that it wasn't normal weather but Draco wasn't reassured by that.
"It's fucking cold." He tried not to whine but he was bundled up warmly and was still cold, despite being indoors.
Charlie smiled at him. "It'll be worse in January. This is nothing."
"Worse? I'll be a popsicle."
"Well, you get good at conserving body heat," Charlie said.
It took a minute for that to sink in. He hoped the firelight hid his blush.