Walking around the Hogwarts grounds during Christmas break was the most peaceful thing anyone could do. It was quiet, the nip in the air scaring the few students and faculty inside by the nice warm fires in the common rooms and teacher's lounge.
George's breath drifted away in clouds as he strolled the grounds, his heavy boots thudding across the cobblestoned courtyard. There was no snow on the ground as of yet, but the clouds were gray and heavy, warning that winter would soon truly begin.
The silence was so still that George started when someone pressed themselves against his back and put their hands over his eyes with mitten-covered fingers.
"Guess who." A female voice whispered playfully in his ear.
"Um, Ginny." George said.
"Try again."
"Hermione?"
"Nope."
"Luna?"
"Come on, you can do better than that!"
"Millicent?"
"Now you're just messing around. Guess for real!"
"Harry!"
"Oh, for god's sake George!"
"Only joking, Angelina. I knew it was you."
"Took you long enough," Angelina said, uncovering his eyes and stepping away form him, "Things are pretty quiet out here, eh?"
"Yeah, it's peaceful. Good place to think." George replied.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Just a bit preoccupied with… stuff." Came the vague answer. He looked back up at the gray clouds.
"That's real specific." Angelina snorted.
"Stuff that's none of your business." George said.
"Are you positive it's none of my business?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Yes, I'm…"
Angelina's eyebrows rose higher.
"Oh, god dammit Fred!" George grinded his teeth together in aggravation.
"He didn't tell me." Angelina said, "Or rather, he didn't tell me anything I hadn't already figured out for myself."
"He still told you." George grumbled.
"You can't stay mad at him. He's your brother."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Angelina asked.
"Well, now that you know, what is your answer?"
"You have to ask me an actual question first."
George glanced up at the sky once more, watching as the first few flakes began to float down. He sighed and looked back at Angelina.
"Fine. Angelina Johnson, will you go out with me?"
"What do you want the answer to be?
"Preferably… yes?"
"What if I said no?"
"I'd cry." George said.
"And if I said yes?"
"Well… I'd probably do this." George gently tilted her head towards him and kissed her on the lips. The snow came down harder as they held each other closely, their lips pressed together.
George pulled away after a few seconds.
"Well?" he asked again.
"Yes." Angelina said and she kissed him again.
George smiled into the kiss, feeling very content to hold Angelina tight as the first snow of the winter fell around them.
Anyone else jealous of her? No? Just me? Okay. I've had this written for forever now, but I only just got to typing it up. In my mind I can hear Fred yelling "Get a room!" Anyways, this was for verliebtindich's Weather-challenge. This was so much fun to write!