Sky

"And today?"

Draco had tried before to start conversations on more interesting grounds than the weather, but Hermione instinctively deferred from sharing any details of her life with…with who? A man who was her school rival almost thirty years ago?

"There's a nip to the air today, ice cubes residing on the tops of your ears, frost forming on the tips of your fingers, but the skies are shining like a summer day, with cotton balls of clouds creating a mosaic of shadow and light."

A pause. A chance to say more, to start an actual conversation.

Tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow.

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A/N: I'm going to be traveling, so I won't be able to update for the next few days.