Hermione sat quietly on a sofa in the Heads common room. Christmas had just ended, but it was just as cold as ever. The warm fire felt good with a good book to read. She was re-reading one of her favorites. She sighed and turned the page, her brown eyes scanning the page. She was nearing the end, and was aware that the ending would be the worst part of the book. That's when she decided not to read the rest. She set the book down on a table nearby and just relaxed.
Down in the Great Hall, Harry was eating a late dinner. He had just come in from Quidditch practice, but it was too cold to go through with it. Ron had gone back to the dormitory for a nap. They had been working on homework all that Saturday before they went to practices so he was also reasonably tired.
A slender Ravenclaw girl walked out onto the Hogwarts ground and let the frosty air nip her nose and the crisp snow crunch under her boots. By just looking at her, one could assume she was "different" then most. Her wand was tucked behind her ear, for what she called "safe keeping" and her dull gray-blue eyes seemed to be permanently surprised by her surroundings. Light colored eyebrows were hidden under the dirty blonde bangs of this girl, her hair laid straight down to her hips.
Her Ravenclaw robes touching the floor, hanging loosely off her slender body. A butter beer bottle cap necklace hung around her neck and radish earrings dangled from her ears. Her eyes wondered aimlessly, but this was just making her look like she was lost or dreaming. Who was this girl? None other then Miss Luna Lovegood. Her classmates sometimes referred her to as "Looney", but it didn't faze her. Luna landed down in the snow and started to make a snow angel. She was only fifteen but so wise beyond her years, which the most amazing beliefs and feelings.
Feelings, something she had developed for a certain someone over the long summer and fall months at school. How could she have fallen into the conspiracy? She couldn't like a guy; it was just too normal for her. Who was the guy? Well she'd never tell, he probably didn't even feel the same way, not that she could blame him. Besides he had more important things on his mind, things that took priority over girls. Letting a small sigh escape from her slightly chapped lips, Luna looked at the sky and closed her eyes, allowing small snowflakes to fall on her creamy skin. Feeling a slight rumble in her stomach, Luna opened her eyes and looked towards the grand building of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Rolling over on her side, Luna got to her feet and admired her snow angel. She admired her snow angel and then skipped, oh yes I mean skipped, off to the Great Hall for some breakfast.
The tapping of the heels could be heard down the empty corridor as Mister Draco Malfoy made his usual patrol. Yes Mr. Malfoy had become Head Boy. Shocked? Well you shouldn't be, but boy was he when he found out who he to be sharing his quarters with. That mud blood Granger. He snared just thinking about it. Over the summer, Draco had become more dashing and his features even more fine. He was no long lanky but he had a nice physique to his body. He finished his rounds, heading towards his and Grangers quarters and sighed. Running his fingers threw this light blonde hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes he opened the door and stepped inside. Things were a bit awkward between him and Hermione. Why? Because she was just so damn annoying and smart, but he found it oddly attractive.
Harry was already sitting at the Great Hall, reading the Daily Prophet. As usual, they were wrong at just about everything. Shoveling a spoonful of food in his mouth, he scanned through the pages, skipping everything boring. Although his eyes were on the paper, his mind was elsewhere. He was devising a plan to try and find the last of the horcurxes. Dumbledor's death had the same effect on him as Sirius's. It was going to be hard without the old wizard, but he would manage... He hoped. Professor Mcgonagall had taken over the position as headmistress and things hadn't changed too much. He couldn't believe that Malfoy had made Head Boy after what had happened last year. Despite the fact that everyone said he was innocent, Harry believed that he wasn't. Snape had also come back saying that he had been under the Imperious Curse. Harry didn't believe him at all. He glared at the paper and took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
Hermione looked up from her homework. She just needed on more inch for her Potions essay and she'd be finished. Her look as a mere glance at him and she didn't even say a hello. He would probably just throw an insult at her. Although she really thought that he had gotten even more handsome. If he would just adjust that attitude, she'd actually fully like him. Quickly completing her essay, she threw the parchment into her book bag along with her quill.
Luna took the chair next to him and looked at him. "Yeah, he is worst then Jumplets" she stated like just everyone knows what that is. That was just the oddness that was her. So what she had different beliefs? "You seemed stressed, want to go have outside" she asked. She loved being outside in the snow, even it was extremely cold.
Draco trusted his tongue into her mouth, He had totally lost it, it was as if in some other universe. What was he doing? Whatever it was, he liked it. He ran his hands down her back and pressed his body against her, while holding her back. He was rather surprised that she kissed him back. How amazing. She had melted, like most girls. He pulled away and looked at her, then walked into his room like nothing happened.
Harry shrugged, "Sure." He stood up and headed to the entrance. Students weren't supposed to be out when it was snowing, but when has he ever followed the rules? The front was surprisingly not guarded by Filch or his cat. It was actually deserted. He pulled open the doors and grinned. "Ladies first."
Hermione ran her hand through his hair and let his tongue enter. It felt so good... But as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. She watched him retreat to his room, and followed. She had to know why he had kissed her. It wasn't like she was complaining. It was the best kiss she'd ever gotten. But to be kissed by someone that hated her and she hated back? That was just... wrong. She knocked loudly on the door.
Luna was glad he was willing to go outside and also surprised by the lack of a guard. She walked outside and picked up a clump of snow. She formed it into a snowball and threw it at Harry. She giggled, she was starting a snowball fight and she knew it. Ha! He was going down; actually she was because she had just tripped trying to hide from him. She laughed and rolled over on her back, letting the snow fall on her.
"Why had that happened" he didn't even know. Soon enough he heard a knock on his door. Not thinking, he automatically responded, "it's open" At this current moment, he was laying on his bed, counting the bubbles on the popcorn ceiling.
Laughing, he pelted a couple of snowballs back at her, and walked over to her. "Hey, you okay?" He reached out a hand to help her up. "That's what you get for throwing snow at me." He grinned at her and pulled her up. "Man it looks really cool out here with snow all over the place." He looked around. Every winter it looked just a bit different, and he always enjoyed it.
Hermione turned the knob and found that it was indeed unlocked. She walked inside, closing the door behind her as she did. "Hey." She approached his bed cautiously, unsure of what to say. He could be shouting insults at her any moment now, and she wouldn't enjoy it a bit.
Having only got hit a by a few snowballs, Luna was ok. When Harry helped her up, she got up but then pulled him down next to he. "No this is what you get for throwing them at me" she giggled and then started making a snow angel again. "I love winter" she commented, looking at nothing in particular. It was so pretty and white outside, and fresh snow was always pretty because it wasn't all muddy.
Draco looked up at Hermione and sighed, then laid his head back against the pillow. "Hi..." he said not looking at her again. He wasn't sure how this was going to work. It was going to be awkward. Did he have feelings for the mudblood? Oh no. That would be awful, yet wonderful because they are alone... Oh no! 'What am I thinking?" he asked himself in his head. 'Now I am arguing with myself. Grawr'
He chuckled and made a snow angel beside her. Snow had always been fun to him. He sighed and looked at Luna. "Are you cold?" He asked, a little hopefully. The snow was lighter now and it there was only a light breeze. He clenched his hand around a bunch of snow.
Hermione slowly perched herself on the very edge of his bed and looked around his room. She'd never been inside his room, before although she had caught a few glimpses of it. She turned and looked at him. "Why did you do that?" She asked quietly, not sure if he even heard her question at all. She took a sudden interest in his bedsheets.
Luna looked to him, the truth was she was slightly chill and her body was shivering and teeth chattering. "Just a little" she smiled. It was a lie, she was a lot cold but loved the outdoors. She rolled on her side to look at Harry and shook the snow out of her long blonde hair.
Draco sighed and decided it was best if that whole thing never happened. He decided to play dumb and use his natural hair color, "do what Granger" he mumbled. He thought it was best for the both of them. Besides, she only kissed him back because who wouldn't want to?
Harry moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Feel better?" He smiled and stared up at the sky. It was cloudy and grey, but he could see a little ray of light that had escaped through the thick clouds.
Frowning she tucked a strand of her behind her ear and sighed. Maybe he hadn't felt what she felt. Maybe it was just to make her like him so he could just toy around with her or something. "Nevermind." She stood up and left quietly. It was stupid of her to go into his room... She looked around, her eyes resting on the part of the wall that she had leaned against.
Luna cuddled up to him. This was better then a dream. She smiled and nodded, "yeah, a lot" she told him. He was so warm, lucky! Then again, she was lucky too. She had only thought about this ever happening but never thought it would. She wondered about if the Hogsmaede trip tomorrow would be cancled if it was snowing. She hoped it would rain, she liked rain.
Draco let a feeling of relief come over him. It was soon replaced by disappointment. She hadn't felt for him, it was ok. The heat in the moment, it was like his deepest fanatsy. The fighting and then the kissing and more. It was all just a fanatsy, that's all it could be. He rolled on his side and played with a feather that had come out of his pillow. He decided to go take a hot shower. He stood up and wrapped a towl around his waist and walked into the bathroom. The heat of the water felt so good. Like it would wash away everything, but the memories were still there.
He smiled at her reaction and sighed. He felt so comfortable lying in the snow with Luna. She had grown prettier over the past few years and she was a lot of fun, too. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling like he could just fall asleep. Of course he didn't though. That would probably make her annoyed. He reached up and played with a strand of her hair.
Hermione heard the shower on and suddenly had an urge to go to the bathroom. "Malfoy, open up!" She pounded on the door, jumping up and down... Not that it would help much to jump. It just made her have to go even more. She banged on the door so hard that her hand grew sore. She didn't even think about the fact that he would probably be at least half-naked if he even opened the door for her.
Luna shuddered when Harry started to play with her hair. It sent chills down her spine. She cuddled closer to him and smiled, looking up at him. He was so handsome. She wrapped her arms around him, but so that she was practically wrapped in his jacket, which was rather warm too. She wanted time to just freeze, Harry was so sweet, a little on the tight and depressive side but still a really awesome person.
Draco turned the water off, shampoo in his hair still and grumbled. He fumbled to wrap a towel around his body. He was soaking wet and water was going every where. He unlocked the door and looked at Hermione. "Honestly Granger, you pick the wrong time" he moved out of the door frame, letting her in and going back into the shower, which was the kind you can only see shapes not see thru. He put the towel over the side and turned the water back on.