Disclaimer: Any and all ideas from the Harry Potter universe are not mine. If they were, things would've turned out different.
Some holiday fluff. Read/Review?
It's 2 am on December 25th and Hermione is outside spinning in the shower of snow with her robe billowing around her; Ginny thinks she looks a ballerina from one of the music boxes. Hermione's cheeks are pink and she's a little cold but at this moment, she doesn't care; its Christmas morning and the Burrow's lawn is thick with snow. Ginny is curled up by the windowsill, sleep couldn't find her again after she felt Hermione slip out of the bed, taking her warmth with her. At last Hermione comes in, snow on her lashes and in her thick mane of hair. The warm light radiates off the melting snow and Ginny thought Hermione never looked better. She slides off the windowsill and sliding into her slippers she asks,
"Enjoying the snow are we?" There's a twinkle in her eye as she inspects Hermione, brushing off any excess snow.
Hermione's eyes catch Ginny's and their noses are almost touching, Ginny wonders what it would be like to kiss her. Hermione's hair is as unruly as ever, the snow caught in some of her tresses, and before Ginny can catch herself, she finds her fingers in impossibly soft hair, easing out some of the knots.
"Thanks," Hermione's voice is barely above a whisper and Ginny doesn't have time to react as soft and chapped lips descend on hers.
She barely manages to close her eyes before Hermione is pulling away again, a soft smile reaching her eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny"
"Merry Christmas, Hermione"