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Beg me
The snow seems to fall endlessly. Cold snowflakes landing in her hair, a stark contrast from red to white. Her hands are burning from making snowball after snowball, and her cheeks sting from the temperature and smiling too much.
She laughs loudly, hurtling a snowball through the air to Draco. It lands on the back on his head, almost invisible against his own hair. He's startled, so she grins devilishly and releases another weapon onto her unsuspecting boyfriend.
She runs over to him, attacking him, knocking him over and smearing ice cold snow over his face.
He splutters. "Weasley! Stop it, or you'll kill me." He's laughing and she can feel the rise and fall of his chest.
"Beg me," Ginny demands, grabbing a fistful of snow and rubbing it continuously over his hair and face and neck.
"I'll do no such thing."
She raises an eyebrow, dropping more snow on his hands now, almost intent on burying him.
"Please, Geneva, oh please stop!" He mocks, laughing.
She stops, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. "If you'd have done that in the first place ..."
"Shut up."