I set out on the path leading to Hogsmeade. The ground was frozen and slightly slippery and everything had the feel of being coated with silver and crystal. Even the soil had ice crystals embedded in it.

I arrived at the spot where Scorpius was supposed to meet me, which was a large fountain at the edge of Hogsmeade, and plunked myself down on a wrought iron bench that was next to it. It was cold out and I began shivering, despite the fact that I was wearing several layers under my cloak, and dragon hide gloves. I twisted around to look at the fountain behind me. It had frozen while it was spouting water so there were crystal- like bars of ice reaching, arching out from it's center and meeting the frozen water beneath.

I twisted back around and looked out over the path from whence I came. Scorpius was striding towards me. I could see pale blonde strands of his hair falling over his eyes and foggy puffs of his breath, even from where I sat.

As he approached the bench where I sat, I noticed that he was humming a little tune. I liked the sound of his low voice rumbling in the back of his throat. It made me wonder what his real singing voice was like.

"Hey there, Rosie what's it like in London city, you're a thousand miles away but, girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do," he sang softly as he pulled me into a short hug. He had a beautiful melodic voice.

"Hi Scorp," I said cheerily.

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing up the street. Very few people were wandering around the streets. It was just too cold.

"Sure," I said, and started making my way around the fountain. "Where to first?"

"How about Honeydukes?" he suggested. "I've got a bit of a sweet tooth," We both chuckled a bit as we walked up the street.

When he opened the door for me I was blasted with warm air and the smell of burned sugar. This particular shop never failed to amaze me. I looked around at all the shelves, piled to the ceiling with bags and jars and boxes of candy, from chocolate frogs to sugar quills. I stood in awe for a moment, just breathing the sweet odours and taking it all in.

I looked to my left and noticed that Scorpius was putting a little of everything on the shelf into one of the serve- yourself brown paper bags.

"Hey Rosie, come over here and help me pick some of this stuff," he called. I skipped over and looked up and down the shelf, which went all the way to the ceiling.

"How about some Bertie Bott's? Or a couple chocolate frogs? What kinds of candy do you like?" I queried.

"Why don't you pick out a few that you like? It's on me," he grinned, and reached for a red licorice wand. I was a little surprised but decided not to argue against free candy. Into the sack went fizzing whizbees, chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's every flavor beans, and extra- large sugar quills. When we got to the counter the man didn't look surprised at all at the amount of sugar filling our bag.

At last we came back out onto the icy street, giggling and debating our favorite candies.

"So, where next?" I asked, hoping it would be warm wherever we ended up.

"How about Zonko's?"

"Perfect!" I exclaimed, remembering the stories my papa had told me about my twin uncles and how they had once wanted to own the shop. One was long deceased, killed in the war against Voldemort, and the other had gone off to Romania to help his brother for a few years, but there were still pictures around.

As we approached the little shop we could see that it was dark and empty. My face fell a little, and, when I glanced over at Scorpius, I knew that he was disappointed too.

"Well, maybe next time." he hoped aloud.

"Yeah, next time. Maybe we could go to the Three Broomsticks instead?"

"Alright. Lets go." he said turning around and taking my hand as we started up the street.

The Three Broomsticks was warm and slightly more populated than the other shops. I asked the bartender, Madam Rosmerta, for two butterbeers and followed Scorpius to a table in a corner away from the people, but next to window. We sipped our butterbeers and chatted about quidditch. I was considering trying out for the team, and he was already a Chaser for the Slytherin team.

Conversation slowed for a moment and I looked out the window. The light was already starting to dim and it was snowing again, softly piling up around the road and on the window sills.

"We should head back to the castle," I murmured, half spaced out.

"You're probably right. Call me anything but late for dinner," he joked. We stood and left a small tip beside the empty butterbeer bottles on the well- worn table, and headed out the door into the snowy, cold air. As we tramped along in the snow we were quiet. That was one of the things I liked about Scorpius. He was quiet, but not awkward.

When we finally arrived at the huge double doors it was almost fully dark.

"I hate these winter days when it gets dark real early," I commented, stamping the snow off my boots and silently cursing the cold.

"Mmm" he sighed. "I like spring when the days are just the right length."

"Right." I said. We stopped for a moment, just outside the great hall. I realized, for the second time, how much taller than I he was. Quickly he bent down and kissed me, only letting it last a second. He gave my hand a little squeeze, and we parted ways. Me to my table, and he to his.

Tom wasn't in his usual place when I sat down. I looked up and down the table twice before I spotted him sitting next to a girl I recognized. I guessed that he had gone to Hogsmeade with her. I would ask later.

After dinner I met Scorpius outside the great hall and we wandered up to the fifth floor corridor, which had lots of windows. We were quiet for the most part aside from a little small talk involving our parents' histories. His father and mine were enemies through school. My mother even punched his father in the face once, in their third year.

I stopped in front of a window overlooking the forbidden forrest. He looked at me with an amused look on his face.

"I'm assuming we'll be going to the yule ball together, then," he said, raising one eyebrow. The yule ball had originally been a tradition attached to the Triwizard Tournament, but since the fall of the Dark Lord, Hogwarts had had a celebratory ball every Christmastime.

"Well that's what I thought. Unless you don't want to?" I said, hoping that he did want to. Who else would I go with?

"Great!" he said, grinning happily. I noticed, again, how striking his eyes were. So piercing and so deep in the low light. Then, without speaking, he took my hand and led me to our special room up on the seventh floor. The twinkle lights along the walls lit the room softly in a colored glow and when we walked in the record player started playing softly. Outside the windows it was still snowing in a soft fluffy way.

I went and sat down on the couch, which was somehow dust free this time, and Scorpius followed, wrapping his arms around me when he was settled. I put one arm around his waist and chewed the thumbnail of the other. He leaned back and I, being shorter than him, rested my head on his strong chest, listening to his heartbeat.

A/N: Review you silly readers! Review! Now! Chop chop! Hehehe! Also I am sorry about the Yule Ball confusion, I had to come up with a reason why it was there so I am sorry if it's lame!