Author's Note: This was for the new year of 2010 and I can't remember for the life of me how this idea came about :) Ah well~
Challenge: coldest winter, first kiss challenge, maggiemix, new years challenge, voldemort wins challenge
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They had no fire.
Fleeing the failed Battle of Hogwarts, he and the indomitable Miss Granger had been on the run for seven months, twenty-nine days. Severus rubbed his hands, fearing the days ahead.
She kneeled before him, lips parted as if to speak. Whether it was tradition or loneliness, she didn't say, but midnight, Hermione's lips touched his.
His bones were frozen, yet oh his lips were burning. Behind closed eyelids, he saw silver and gold exploding.
It was fire for poor folks, but holding her tight, Severus felt so warm and so very wealthy.
Seven months, thirty days.