A/N: Hey guys! This is for my new forum The Ultimate One Shot Challenge. (and yes i am taking part in my own forum, it'll be fun!)
Paring: Ron / Hermione
Word Count: 782
Prompts: Frost on the windows, Cold, Fire, Sunset, "I love being married! It's great to find that one special person that you want to annoy for the rest of your life.", Wind.
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Chapter 1 – Frost on the Windows
The snow had begun to settle the previous night, and this morning there was frost on the windows. Hermione sat up in bed, and looked at her sleeping husband beside her, she was very excited about this Christmas as it would be the first one that they would have together, since they had married back in July.
She gently shook Ron awake, and went down to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She stopped in the living room, of their little cottage and took her wand out.
'Incendio,' she said, and flames shot out of the tip of her wand, and lit the fire, instantly warming the room. It was times like these, when she wished that doing magic didn't interfere with Muggle electricity, they could really use some heating as it was so cold, this time of year.
It didn't help that their cottage was on the top of a hill, overlooking some lovely scenery, but they did get a lot of wind, up there. Hermione walked into the kitchen, and looked out of the window, trying to see through the frost. She gently heated some eggs, with magic, and scrambled them, before putting it onto plates, and putting them down on the kitchen table, she put a heating charm on them so that they wouldn't get cold, and she went back upstairs.
'Breakfasts ready when you are,' she said, going over to the bed. She laughed, as she saw that Ron was curled up in a ball on the bed, wrapped up in a ball and shivering.
'Oh honestly Ron,' she said, going into the bathroom to retrieve his fluffy midnight blue dressing gown. She carefully slipped her red one on, and then tugged the covers away from Ron, and rolled her eyes when he started whimpering from the cold.
She threw his dressing gown at him, and smiled softly, 'It's not that cold now the fire's on,'
'It's f-freezing.'
'How are we going to have a snowball fight if your too cold when your inside the house?'
'I'm sure I'll be fine by then,'
'Well come on then,' she said, leaving the room 'boys,' she muttered, as she started to go down the stairs.
'There see? I'm fine now, let's go out and play in the snow.'
'You need to eat breakfast first.'
'Oh, I knew that.' He followed his wife into the kitchen and she watched as he wolfed it down,
'Boys,' she muttered, Ron gave her an indignant look, she lead him into the hallway, and handed him his hat, coat, scarf, and gloves, before putting on her own. They then put on a pair of snow boots, and went into the garden.
They hadn't really ever grown up, just learnt how to act in public, but now they weren't in public, just in the company of each other so they could act like children to their hearts content.
They threw balls of snow at each other, until they were both red in the face from the crisp air. Hermione walked over to Ron, and they exited the garden, and sat out on the hill, for a while, chatting. Hermione never remembered what they talked about when they were talking, only that they enjoyed each others company, and the sound of each others voices.
'Isn't it great being married?' He asked Hermione, 'It's lovely, finding that one special person that you want to annoy for the rest of your life,' he said wistfully
Hermione laughed, she would definitely remember that one, especially as he looked deadly serious.
They laid down on the hill, and Ron started to roll down in, Hermione followed close behind him, and she bashed into him at the bottom of the hill, and they both lapsed into laughter.
They soon went in for lunch, and warmed up a bit, before Ron insisted that they went back outside again, so they put all of their warm clothes back on, and once they were inside, they started to build a snowman. The snowman was a little disfigured, and his mouth was crooked, but they didn't mind. Ron and Hermione looked proudly at the little snowman that they had made together, before running at it, and knocking it over.
They re-built it – a bit better this time, and proceeded in charging into it. It reminded Hermione of how Muggle children spent ages sweeping up a big pile of leaves in the autumn, and then jumped in it, ruining all their hard work. They demolished and re-built the snowman, until he actually looked like one, and they sat down on the hill, completely exhausted, and they watched the sunset, sending hundreds of colours dancing around the sky.
A/N: I hope you liked it, there will be more to come next week!
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-Lissa xx