A Different Kind of Warmth
Hermione shivered, as yet more snow fell around her onto the three feet already there.
Pulling her cloak tighter, she trudged back to the makeshift shelter they'd managed to make out of an overhanging section of rock and some branches they'd removed from the trees.
As she walked, she noticed the icicles hanging from the tree branches all around her, some glittering in the small amount of moonlight that managed to filter through the dense forest canopy.
Quickly running the remaining distance, she entered the shelter she now called home and smiled warmly as Remus pulled her to him gently.