04 Winter
Title: Seasons
Summary: Harry helps Hermione rediscover the first snowfall.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 247
Warnings: Fluffy! ♥
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
A/N: Unbeta'd.
The first snowfall caught them by surprise, as they stood in their front yard under the steely grey November sky raking the fallen leaves. Hermione had to laugh as Harry immediately threw down his rake and tilted his head back, sticking out his tongue to catch the dancing white flakes. He stood like that for ages, with eyes closed against the cold snow and a wide, childish grin on his face.
Eventually he looked at her, standing there with her hands pulled into her sweater sleeves, and said, ‘C’mon, ‘Mione, why don’t you give it a try?’
She laughed again, wrapping her arms around herself. ‘Harry, it’s cold out here! It’s practically winter, that’s why!’
He shook his head, walking over to her and taking her hands. ‘It’s still autumn, love, isn’t it? Leaves on the trees, green grass… Haven’t you ever read a book?’ he teased.
‘We-ell…’ she said, her determination wavering. Seeing his mock-pouting face, she giggled and gave in. He kissed her pale throat as she tilted her head back, sending her into another fit of giggles.
The snow began falling in earnest as he helped her rediscover the joys of winter - catching snowflakes, watching them melt on bare, warm skin, and the feeling of cold noses and blue lips meeting, heating the air around them until they were so chilled that they had to run back to the house to warm up properly.
Summary: Harry helps Hermione rediscover the first snowfall.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 247
Warnings: Fluffy! ♥
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
A/N: Unbeta'd.
The first snowfall caught them by surprise, as they stood in their front yard under the steely grey November sky raking the fallen leaves. Hermione had to laugh as Harry immediately threw down his rake and tilted his head back, sticking out his tongue to catch the dancing white flakes. He stood like that for ages, with eyes closed against the cold snow and a wide, childish grin on his face.
Eventually he looked at her, standing there with her hands pulled into her sweater sleeves, and said, ‘C’mon, ‘Mione, why don’t you give it a try?’
She laughed again, wrapping her arms around herself. ‘Harry, it’s cold out here! It’s practically winter, that’s why!’
He shook his head, walking over to her and taking her hands. ‘It’s still autumn, love, isn’t it? Leaves on the trees, green grass… Haven’t you ever read a book?’ he teased.
‘We-ell…’ she said, her determination wavering. Seeing his mock-pouting face, she giggled and gave in. He kissed her pale throat as she tilted her head back, sending her into another fit of giggles.
The snow began falling in earnest as he helped her rediscover the joys of winter - catching snowflakes, watching them melt on bare, warm skin, and the feeling of cold noses and blue lips meeting, heating the air around them until they were so chilled that they had to run back to the house to warm up properly.