A/N: Written for the livejournal community 10hugs set #1. Prompt: 2. Snow
Crunch.
He scowled, breathing out little white puffs as his eyes darted around the surrounding area. Something had moved, that sound was more than snow falling from a tree. It was distinct, definable. His fingers curled along the delicate line of his wand.
Crunch.
He spun around, black cloak flaring out behind him as he went. Snow obscured his vision as it fell off his hair into his eyes. Grumbling, he wiped off the moisture from his face with a gloved hand. There was nothing there. He shivered, eyes narrowing.
Crunch.
Constant vigilance. No matter how irritating or suspicious Alastor Moody was, he had a point. Never let your guard down, even when you are certain you're safe. Something he'd been trying to teach the Cretin Who Refuses To Learn since the war began. The prospect of a Death Eater attack was imminent. In war, no time was neutral, not even Christmas Eve.
Crunch. Crunch. Pause. Crunch. Crunch.
He was stuck in a white storm. Snow fell thick and fast, swirling freely in the wind. If he had been a romantic, he'd call it pretty, but Severus Snape was not a romantic and he saw it as a damned nuisance. Whoever, or whatever was stalking him was using the blizzard conditions to its advantage.
Crunch. Pause. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
It was running now, moving closer, but there was still no way of telling from which direction it was coming, or which way it was headed. Snape froze as he tried to decipher the direction of his predator, but the crunching had stopped once again, as if it sensed he was searching it out.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crun-oof!
Whoever it was collided into his back and sent him toppling face first into the snowdrift, a heap of limbs and snow clothes. A cold nose nudged against the back of his neck and he shivered. Swiftly, he rolled over, pinning his stalker beneath him. A stock of black hair was sticking out from beneath air and he growled, pulling the shimmering material off the person below him.
"Potter."
Harry laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he wrapped an arm around Snape's neck and pulled him down for a cold kiss.
"Miss me?"
"Blasted boy," he grumbled, making to pull away, only to discover Harry wasn't going to let him.
Harry's smile momentarily made him lose his train of thought. "Come on, admit it. You didn't think I'd let you freeze your arse off on Christmas Eve alone, did you?"
Snape scowled down at Potter whose face was bright pink from the cold and wind. "If you think I enjoyed this litt-"
Another kiss silenced him, and then Harry's arms were wrapped tightly around his back, pulling him into a wholly unnecessary, but not unwelcome embrace.