A/N: Ok peeps, this is my first story, so go easy on me. I know that my little romance scene at the end is a bit corny. To all you guys who read the first version of this story, Hermione does have brown hair, not red, sorry. I've just always pictured her with red hair for some reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling. I own nothing, I am nothing. Just read the story, ok?
~ The Magic of Snow ~
Snow started falling outside of the Gryffindor dorm room where Hermione slept. Christmas was over, and Hermione was depressed. The Great Hall seemed gloomy since all of the Christmas decorations had been taken down.
"What was Harry thinking?" Hermione pouted to the empty room. "I thought I meant more to him than just a little bag of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Beans" She sighed deeply. "But then, I didn't know what to get him either. At least I got him that Guide to all Quiddich Plays book that he had his eye on. He at least could have given me chocolate," Hermione said to herself.
Classes would start in two days, and Hermione would bet that Harry and Ron were both scrambling to finish that pile of homework from Professor McGonagall.
"Maybe I should go down there and help them," Hermione said as she walked down the stairs and entered the Gryffindor commonroom. Sure enough, both of the boys were the only ones in the room, sitting at a table close to the fireplace, and were hovering over their books.
"Hey guys! Guess what, it's snowing!"
Ron looked up and said, "Hey Hermi! Is it? I bet you finished all this before Christmas, right?" he brushed some of his red hair out of his face and gave her those pathetic "will-you-please-help-me-with-this-because-you-are-so-much-smarter-than-I-am" eyes.
"Yea Hermione, you've been done for so long, will you help us?" Harry asked, looking up through his thin silver-framed glasses and shaggy black hair. (He had transfigured his old black ones because Hermione had suggested that a newer, brighter frame might look better on him.) "Pu-leeeeeeeeeese!" Both of the boys started begging her, and Ron actually got out of his chair and knelt before her, grabbing onto the hem of her robe, and pretending to kiss her feet.
Hermione couldn't help but start to giggle when Harry got down on the floor next to Ron, and grabbed her hand. Both she and Ron stopped when Harry gently kissed it, and whispered, "Please Hermi?"
She could feel herself starting to blush, and Ron looked at Harry almost in disbelief.
"Dang, Harry! I didn't think you were serious when you said you wanted to kiss-"
"RON!" Harry cut him off, "You promised you wouldn't say anything about that!" Now Harry's neck was turning bright pink, and the color made it's way up to his cheeks and ears.
"Er, how about you two get back in your chairs, and I'll help you with your mountain of work, ok?" Hermione said, shocked at what the two boys had just said. She had never thought that Harry might return her feelings. She had been in love with him since she discovered that they would be in the same house for seven years. On the train, Hermione had thought he was cute, and tried to sound smart to impress him. The only time she had even considered that Harry might like her as more than a friend was then she had that wonderful dream where she and Harry had-
"Hello? Hermione, you in their girl?" Ron jerked her out of her thoughts. "Hermi, don't bother to pull that big chair over here. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind letting you sit on the arm of his chair." Had she been watching Harry's face and not Ron's, Hermione would have saw first a glare, and then a look of shock, embarrassment, and gratefulness all rolled into one.
"Yea, go ahead Hermione, I don't mind," Harry said, his voice shaking a bit.
Hermione carefully placed herself on the edge of the chair's arm, and proceeded to help Ron and Harry find the answers to the 75 questions that needed to be answers. Then she helped them get an idea of what to write for the essay questions. By 11:45, almost an hour since she came down to check on the guys, they were finished. Sometime during that hour, Harry had slipped his arm around Hermione's waist. Ron, who had developed a blue spot on his lower lip from where he sucked on the tip of his quill, quickly gathered his books, parchment, quills, and ink bottle. On his way up to the boys' dorms, He "accidentally" bumped into Hermione, causing her to fall into Harry's lap. Ron quickly apologized and bid the two good night.
"O, I'm sorry, Harry! Here, let me get up. I don't know what Ron was think-"
"Shh. It's alright. I don't mind if you don't." Slowly, Harry slipped his other arm around her waist, and pulled her close.
"Harry, I"
"Please don't. Just let me get this out, ok? O, Hermione I love you. I have since I first saw you on the train on the way to Hogwarts."
"Harry, I love you too."
"You know, I promised myself that I wouldn't kiss you until it was snowing. Let me go get my invisibility cloak." With that, Harry picked her up, and placed her feet on the floor. Ron must have been listening, because suddenly, their dorm room opened, and Harry was hit in the face with his cloak.
"RON!"
"What?" Ron asked innocently, sticking his head out of the door. "Come on you two! Get out of here!"
Harry and Hermione huddled under his invisibility cloak, and crept down the hallways and through secret passageways. Mrs. Norris, the janitor's spying cat, nearly caught them, or rather, walked through them. Harry managed to scoot around her, and resisted the urge to give the menacing cat a good kick.
When the couple finally got outside, it was snowing harder.
"Cold?" Harry asked as he pulled Hermione into a hug.
"Not now," she answered. The wind picked up a little, causing snow to swirl around them, like in a scene from the movies. Harry tightened his arms around her, and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?" Hermione whispered.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry whispered back.
He didn't get an answer right away, because suddenly his lips were being kissed by this beautiful, fiery, brown-headed girl whom he loved. Her lips tasted sort of like a combination of raspberries and peppermint, strange yet delicious. When the sweet kiss ended, their first, pure, innocent kiss ended, Harry opened his eyes, and asked, "Is that a yes?'
"Yes, Harry, yes!"
~ The End ~