Beach

"What's the weather like today?"

Hermione opened her mouth; somehow it hadn't occurred to her that, being unable to leave St. Mungo's, Draco wouldn't know how the weather was.

"It's nice out."

He nodded, before pausing a moment and inquisitively pushing his question. "But what's it like?"

"It's…" She bit her nail, thinking. "It's like a day at the beach. There's a light breeze dancing pinpricks of coolness across your cheeks, while tendrils of heat radiate up from the street, so much so that you almost expect the stones beneath your shoes to sink into a million grains of sand."