DISCLAIMER: HP. Not mine. Sigh.

Hugs.

Blurb …

It's like what Hermione always said-sometimes; the simplest and not-so-simplest feelings could all be expressed with a hug. [Series of Hug-related oneshots RonHermione HarryGinny and others. DH spoilers.

CHAPTER TEN: The Warm hug.

It was bloody freezing.

This was the conclusion Ginny came to. It was bloody freezing, even as she had at least two duvets and a dozen blankets. Hermione next to her on Ginny's bed was shivering.

"What temperature is it?" She asked, teeth chattering. Ginny cast a temperature spell and the blue sparks formed into a number.

"Minus 3. And that's inside." Ginny replied. Hermione groaned.

"I thought I must be about minus 1000." She replied. She pulled her hat down lower and squirmed a bit. "I am in such an uncomfortable position."

"Move then." Ginny said.

"It's too cold to move."

"Oh for heavens sake." Ginny grabbed Hermione's blankets and ripped them back, despite her protests. "Move!"

Hermione moved over next to Ginny and they leaned against each other under the many blankets they had.

"Better?"

"More or less."

Ginny sniggered, and saw her breath before her eyes. It really was cold.

"Girls, you had better get to sleep, it's rather cold." Came Mrs. Weasley's voice and she bustled into the room, wearing about 3 pairs of pajamas and a dressing gown. And she was still shivering.

"Well you two look rather cozy." She commented. Hermione looked like she felt like blushing, but there wasn't enough blood in her cheeks to make them go rosy.

"Mind if I join?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Ginny agreed against her better judgment and her mum joined her under the blankets.

"Just like when we were younger, right Ginny?" She asked. Ginny groaned on the inside, wishing she weren't about to bring up old childhood stories.

"Sure mum."

Just then, Fleur bustled in, carrying a shivering Victoire.

"'arry said Ginny and 'ermione were up 'ere." She said. "I guess Molly, you 'ave got to zem first."

"Ah yes." Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. "Care to join us?"

Oh great. Ginny thought. Just like old times. Pretty soon, everyone will be up here. She didn't like to delve into childhood memories much, but she would always remember on a cold winter Sunday morning, when all of her brothers and herself would climb into their parents' bed. Even Bill who must have been about 16 at the time. And it was definitely a squeeze.

"Zat would be lovely." Fleur agreed. And joined them next to Ginny gasped as her nieces cold feet bumped into her leg under the duvet.

"Victoire, you're freezing!"

"Mummy lost all my socks." The six-year-old said, grinning broadly, even though she must have been tired. It was almost 9 o'clock at night.

"You have a strange daughter there." She told her sister-in-law. Fleur smiled as Victoire settled in her mother's lap.

"Not as strange as you can be, Ginny." Fleur said, smiling, as Victoire tried to plait her hair. "I have to say, it's rather warm under here."

Just then, a rather strong gust of wind from outside broke the window open, letting the suddenly cold air to flow around the room. Ginny shrieked as the wind hit her face, blowing her hat off.

"Under the covers!" Hermione cried and the all obliged. Ginny could dimly make out her family's faces, especially Victoire's, who was the closest to hers and was looking ecstatic.

"It's the wind monster!" She exclaimed as Ginny felt a topmost blanket get blown off.

"Pardon?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Yeah, he whistles near windows to scare people." She said and Ginny tried not to laugh. "And tries to make people freeze to death!"

"And who told you about this so-called "Wind-monster"?" Mrs. Weasley asked sternly.

"Uncle George."

"I'll be having a word to him and all." She muttered angrily. Another strong gust of wind blew threw the room and Ginny felt Hermione shiver next to her.

"Well someone go shut the window." Ginny said.

"I'm not going out there!" Hermione said.

"I don't think any of us are." Mrs. Weasley agreed.

"Well, what do we do?" Fleur asked. It was Hermione who answered.

"Back when I went to a muggle primary school we took health lessons " She said. "We learnt water safety. If you're stuck in freezing water, you're supposed to hug yourself to keep body heat inside you. So we ought to just huddle together until someone comes upstairs to save us."

"You remember things as trivial as that?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

"Hey, they come in useful!" She exclaimed. "I.E Now! Now huddle!"

All five of them huddled together, Ginny half hugging Hermione, while Victoire squirmed on her legs. They stayed like that for ages until they heard a laugh and the window clicked closed.

Ginny stuck her head out from under the covers and saw Harry standing there with Ron. They were both laughing.

"What eez so funny?" Fleur asked, also coming up from under the covers.

"Please, you lot look so funny under there." Ron sniggered.

"At least we're warm." Hermione retorted.

A/N: I am a culprit of having family gatherings in their parents' bed on a sunday morning. Me, my mum, my dad and my sister. Is there anyone else out there who's guilty of the same crime?

I have no idea if you're suposed to hug yourself if you're stuck in freezing water. Shows how much i know about water safety.

I huope you liked, reviews always appricated, until next time-

-Moon. : D