Winter days in funny ways
An: Hello, guys! This story was born of a poll posted on my profile, asking what people wanted to see as a one-shot. Harmony prevailed, and so here this is. Warning! Slightly ooc Hermione, though that will be explained, and extreme fluffiness! Without further ado, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, using J.K. Rowling's characters like this. However, I will give credit where it is due by saying I do not own Harry Potter, but if I did, Harry and Hermione would so be together.
Continuez, mes amis.
Harry peered around the statue he was hidden behind, his weapon of choice in hand, at the ready in case it was needed. The coast was clear; and he climbed stealthily past a row of bushes, heart beating too fast. He made as little noise as possible, and he was sure he was in the clear, and he relaxed.
He shouldn't have underestimated his opponent. Jumping nimbly away from behind bush, she threw her defense at him, and he closed his eyes, arms instinctively blocking his face, but the weapon merely dodged this impediment, and he felt the cold wet cloud his vision.
He hurriedly wiped it out of his eyes, only to see his girlfriend leap at him, knocking him into the snow, and covering his cold lips with warm kisses that tasted of snowflakes.
He laughed, and wrapped his arms around her. "Hermione! You said no magic! You promised!"
She giggled, and purred seductively into his ear, causing shivers to run up and down his back, that had nothing to do with the cold snow. "All's fair in love and war, and snowball fights are both. At least, ours are."
He rolled over gently, pinning her underneath of him. "You know I love you, right?"
She smiled, dimples forming in her cheeks. "Of course. I've known ever since you asked me out in third year!"
He kissed her on her nose, and she giggled. He sat up, ignoring the fact that he was wet and cold in the snow. However, Hermione immediately warmed him up by snuggling into his chest.
He kissed her hair, arms tightening around her. "Merlin, I love you, Hermione. Without a doubt, you are the best thing that ever happened to me."
She turned to face him, and touched his cheek, eyes showing love. "Oh, Harry. You know I've always loved you. Always."
They kissed, and suddenly the image faded quickly by swirls of snow, becoming thicker and thicker until the couple disappeared into the snow, and a certain third year boy, with a yelp and a start, woke up.
Harry grabbed his glasses and pulled them on, gasping. None of his roommates seemed to have noticed. Harry glanced out the window, and saw that snow spiraled around lazily. He detangled himself from the sheets, sweating, and padded off to the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face, and stared at himself. He had been having these dreams for months now, always featuring a 7th year Hermione and him, and always featuring them as boyfriend and girlfriend. These had been paired with strong twists just above his groin, until he could no longer lie to himself; he fancied Hermione. And, judging by the way she blushed and looked down every time he looked at her, he thought perhaps she did too.
He thought back to the dream as he padded back to the bed. They always mentioned how they had gotten together in third year. Harry didn't set much stock by Divination, but he knew that the dream must be trying to tell him something; trying to tell him to confess how he felt to Hermione. Harry grinned as he climbed into bed, nervous yet excited. Tomorrow, he planned to do just that.
As he fell asleep, the smile never left his face.
Fin.