There were very few things in life that still amazed Hermione Granger. Being a know-it-all can have its drawbacks. But one thing that did, was snow.
It was beautiful, and she loved it. She hated being cold, but adored snow just the same. It could be so soft, so fluffy. She would spend hours watching it fall, wondering how it managed to cover everything perfectly.
Another thing that made her puzzle and ponder over in regards to snow was the shape of snowflakes. She couldn't fathom that every snowflake was different. And why did they have to be different? Surely the job would still get done if they all looked the same. Yes, snow spent much of its time confusing her.
Presently, the wonder of it was at the forefront of her mind. She was lying in it, enjoying the way it formed completely to her body. She turned her head right, and locked on to eyes as black as the snow was white.
Hermione shifted her hand and laced her fingers through Severus's. It was a tight fit, their thick gloves becoming more of a nuisance than a benefit.
He smiled, and turned his head back towards the night sky. There was no moon, and very few stars, but there was snow. Materializing out of thin air and dazzling them both. He loved to see her smile so much. He was so proud of himself for finding their little enclosure on the other side of the lake. They could be themselves here, not have to worry about being caught. He didn't know what he would do if he had to miss this with Hermione.
Hermione was truly and utterly happy. She had her snow, and she had her Severus. Having both made her absolutely amazed.
