The war was over and people had begun to realize how precious life was. Hermione had married slime-ball Snape only 3 months after the Final Battle. Harry was in America dating someone no one had met called Sandra. Ron was playing the field, and not just as a Beater with the Chudley Cannons.
Draco and Ginny were visiting for the Christmas holidays and the Weasley brothers were outside with them, flying and throwing snowballs.
"Bill- watch it!" Ginny ducked from a particularly hard-packed ball. Honestly, she just wanted a romantic walk.
"Bloody fuck!" Draco stepped back after being whomped in the face by Ron's snowball. "WEASEL! That was YELLOW! Have years of looking at orange hair made you blind? Or do you just find warm colors particularly pleasing to the eye???" Draco magicked himself clean and stomped off back to the house. Choruses of laughs followed him inside, Ginny's included.
Thanks to drakien's "yellow snow" prompt. I had to write a fic where Draco and Ron aren't friends but at least tolerate each other. Not sure how tolerating Draco feels right now. *snerk* Maybe Ginny can kiss it better. As you can see, I just had to write in SSHG. ;)