The Ninth Day: Snow
Draco woke up on a cold morning with Luna's side of the bed made. He stretched and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen for a coffee.
Luna was sitting at their kitchen island, sipping hot cocoa (he decided to have that instead) and looking out the window. She was dressed in layers, mittens, boots and a snow hat.
"What's with the outfit?" He smirked.
She smiled. "Today we are playing in the snow!"
Amused and curious, he dressed and ate a piece of toast before following her outside.
He was surveying the blanket of white in their backyard when something cold slammed into the back of his neck. Draco jumped and flew around just in time to see a flash of white-blonde hair disappear around the side of the house along with a fit of giggles. He grinned wickedly and picked up some snow. This was war.
Within an hour they were both covered in cold snow and were hiding behind snow forts they made out of magic, laughing as they charmed more snowballs to hit each other.
They didn't stop until lunchtime when they raced inside the house and snuggled by the fireplace in warm clothes while having warm soup.
