(A/N: Hey y'all, this is my first Draco/Ginny oneshot. Enjoy!)
November's snow covered the trees of the castle grounds, coursing the plains and hills that fell behind the village of Hogsmeade. The Black Lake was like frozen steel, sweeping over what used to be cerulean depths.
She smiled, resting against his hard chest, holding on to the arm that was placed in front of her. He held her closer, playing with her perfect auburn locks that were now covered in bits of snow from the branches above them.
"I think your hair is nice."
"You mean it's as soft as silk and incandescent as the moon."
"Mm hmm."
"I think your hair's lovely."
"What! You mean it's like locks of spun fire that outshines the sun!"
"Whatever you say, love."
"Hmmm, I think you're exhilarating. As exhilarating as… Firewhisky!"
"I think you've never even tasted Firewhisky."
"I think you may be wrong about that!"
"I think not."
"I think you're being mean, and hostile, and cold, and icy and indifferent."
"I think you're just looking for an excuse to use these new words in your vocabulary."
"Fine, then I think I should leave."
"I think my arms are around you and I don't think I'll let you," he said quietly, placing a kiss on her forehead.
She giggled, snuggling up to him.
"I think you look sexy."
"I think you look beautiful."
"Thank you; it's not everyday people see Draco Malfoy throwing compliments around!"
"I think they don't. They're all saved for you, love." He held her tight, trailing fiery kisses down her neck.
"I think I…"
Tell him, you idiot! Tell him you love him. "I think I love you." There! Huh? Oh, don't be stupid, Ginny. He can't read minds.
"I think I… want to go back."
"I'm a well-practiced Legilimens, Ginny. I love you, too."
(A/N: Was it alright? Review please!)