Harry Potter: Hermione/Fleur - snow
Prompt: Drabble Tag 6 - snow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hermione/Fleur
Rating: T
Word count: 200
White as far as the eye could see. The avalanche had buried the plateau’s trees, the storm had smoothed the ice down, and their skis, enchanted, kept them from sinking into the powdery snow. So there was nothing but pure, virgin snow until the cliff’s edge. Then, the alpine peaks rose against the sky, not that far away at all.
“It’s beautiful.” Breathed Fleur.
No, you are, thought her companion, watching the witch by her side. Her blonde hair was platinum in against the blue sky, her eyes bluer than that still. Yet her eyes wandered to her cheeks, reddened by the cold. Her lips, which she had protected with a balm before leaving their lodge...
“Don’t you think so, Hermione?” Those sparkling eyes were suddenly much closer, looking far too amused.
“Yes. It’s... breath taking.” Fleur giggled and Hermioned huffed. “Did I mispronounce it again?”
“Your french does need some work.” Fleur pushed against the snow, gliding closer, until they were almost touching, face to face. “I can help with that.” And she leaned in, kissing her.
Hermione wasn’t going to complain, but she doubted that french kissing would help her language skills. Something to worry about later, though.