Mia's fic
Well it was that wonderful picturesque time of year again at Hogwarts, Christmas.
Or to Hermione, the next ice age. A simply heating charm can only keep her feet semi thawed for an hour at most. So between reapplying heating charms and cursing the founders for not charming the castle from the horrendous Scotland winter. Hermione was trying to relax in her Head Girl personal study. She startled from her brooding by the sound of laughter and shrieking outside her window. She stands up to investigate, only to discover the boys, her boys, playing the snow like first years. Feeling nostalgic and wanting to lighten her spirits, even though its bloody freezing she shucks off her blankets grabs her boots, weasley knit cap and gloves and heads out to join in their folly.
As she opens the doors out to the school grounds she is hit in the chest by a rogue snowball. A chorus of "Hi 'Mione, sorry 'Mione." Is the only sign that the snowball came from her friends. "Well if that is your way to treat the head girl, I shudder on how you treat the Headmaster." Was Hermione's joking remark as she walked down the stairs brushing the snow from her robe.
" 'Mione we said we were sorry Ron has poor aim, he isn't a chaser remember." Harry said walking up to her and smirking.
"Hey!" Ron answered look slightly embarrassed.
"Well since you came out do you want to join in?" Harry looked at Hermione taking into account the little smudges under eyes from her late night studying and stress.
"Well I should pay you back for that." She says as she picks up a pile of snow in each hand and smacks it on top of the boys heads.
So, the snowball war was continued with continuous running matches between Harry and Hermione. While Ron relaxes with a few biscuits he snitched from the great hall at lunch.
What the trio didn't notice was the pale shape looking out at them, watching the trio enjoying the freedom they have finally fought so hard for. Severus watched the trio as they sat on the ground enjoying the calm afternoon and the biscuits Ron pulled from his pockets of his robes.
Snape sitting in front of the window, watched Hermione laugh at a joke one of the boys made. All of a sudden a small gust of wind playing with her hair, and making tears come to her eyes. The tears fell with no notice but Snape's.
He wishes he could enjoy the winter hol's as she and her companions. Maybe one day with he will her, he can wait. Maybe next winter he will show her how one can truly stay warm during a Hogwarts Winter.
Fin