(a/n - so, guess what's happened, guys?! Me and CUtopia have done a Snooch prompt exchange! You know what this means, more little Snooch drabbles! Yay! So, as I skive off revision, I shall write some stuff based on the prompts she's given me - check out her interpretations of my prompts, too - she's really talented!)

It's Christmas Time

Snowball Fight

"Come on Severus... Just a few more steps... Out of the main entrance..." Rolanda muttered to herself softly from her position behind a holly bush. She was gazing intently at the entrance, as a seeker might glare at a snitch that was just out of reach. Right now, Severus was her snitch. She had known that he would appear; Pomona had told him to collect some frozen fertilised mandrake roots, and she knew that he would make his way to collect them from the greenhouses alone, since Pomona trusted him. Or she was just too busy with Filius, Rolanda smiled. She herself had set herself a much greater task.

"Three... Two... One... FIRE!" she shouted, pelting several globs of snow at Severus before he even knew what was happening. He looked around incredulously, wondering which imbecilic student had had the sheer nerve to throw such a contraption, before realising that the students had gone home the day before for Christmas. He whisked his head around just in time to see a silvery haired witch scurrying off into the distance. Well then. His potions ingredients could wait. He had a flying instructor to find.

Severus took off across the snow, his winter cloak billowing out behind him as he scooped snow from benches and bushes and branches as he ran. She was quick, he would give her that, he noted, as her agile frame danced around the grounds. Occasionally, snowballs would be sent his way, and he would send some towards her in a counterattack. He laughed to himself, as he followed her into the quidditch stadium. Arriving just behind her, he looked around to see where she had gone.

"There's no escaping now, Rolanda!" he called loudly. "I've got you trapped, come out!" He gathered a huge wad of snow, before hearing a voice behind him.

"Actually, Severus, there is a way out." He whisked around, and a whole landslide of snowballs rained upon him. Rolanda hovered above him on her broom, wand in hand, directing snowballs at him. Severus coughed and spluttered before holding his hands up.

"Okay! I surrender, you win, Rolanda!" he coughed.

"Good," she smiled evilly. "Can I claim my prize now?"

"There was a prize?"

"Oh yes, winner chooses. Don't worry, I won't cost you a knut." She added the last part after seeing his worried expression. Dismounting, she walked over to him, and kissed him on the lips. It only lasted a second, but it was enough. She smiled at his shocked expression.

"Merry Christmas, Severus," she whispered, before turning and walking away.

"Rolanda?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot something... Allow me to give it to you..." Severus trailed off sheepishly. Rolanda turned, and smiled.

"What is it Severus?" she asked expectantly.

"This..." Severus replied. And with that, he closed the gap between them, and shoved a huge pile of snow in her face.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Rolanda," he smirked, before adding, "I win."

Rolanda shook the snow off her face and stared at his retreating form, stalking off towards the greenhouses. Ah well, it was worth having a face full of snow to be able to kiss him. He'd come around one day.