This was written for Round Four of The DG Forum's 'Battle of the Drabbles' challenge. The prompt is listed at the end.

Fallen Snow Angels

Sprinkles of white fell from the sky like falling stars, blanketing the earth in a thick blanket of snow. Ginny smiled and closed her eyes, allowing the snowflakes to caress her cheeks in icy kisses. Someone sneezed, distracting her moment of indulgence. She turned to see Draco Malfoy, their newest house guest at Grimmauld Place, stomping his way through the garden and scowling something awful as he hugged his jacket close to his body. Someone clearly was not enjoying nature's gift to the world.

A sly grin curved her lips, and she picked up a handful of snow and threw it at his head. It smacked against his cheek, breaking apart in an explosion of white and sending slithery trails down his face and neck. Draco let out a string of curses that would have put even Ron to shame for their creativity, swearing bloody murder for whoever had dared to attack him. Ginny couldn't help herself; she laughed and laughed, leaning against her knees and barely keeping herself upright as she shook with amusement.

His eyes narrowed as he spotted her. "What the hell was that for, Weasley?"

Ginny wiped a tear away from her eye. "You just looked so grumpy."

"So you thought you'd throw a snowball at me?"

She shrugged. "I know I enjoyed it."

Draco's cheeks, already flushed from the cold, went a darker shade of pink. She wasn't certain if it was because of anger or humiliation, but a second later she was spitting out bits of snow after having a giant ball of the stuff collide with her face. Draco must have used wandless magic to hit her, the git.

"Oh, you're in for it now!" Ginny cried, grabbing two fistfuls of snow.

What followed next was a battle of epic proportions, where childish insults were slung just as much as snow, until one particular barb sent Ginny charging after the blond and tackling him around his middle. They hit the ground with an "oomph" and then rolled and scrabbled with each other—or, rather, Draco called her a demonic, crazy wench and told her to get off him, while Ginny cackled with glee and tried to stuff snow down his shirt. Then the blond decided he'd had enough and flipped her over onto her back, pinning her down to the ground.

Ginny breathed in a sharp breath. They were very close now, and his body was warm and heavy against hers, despite the fact that their clothes were both damp. Her heart thudded in a funny beat against her chest as she stared into his eyes (had they always been that grey?), and she could feel little drops of water falling onto her face from the tips of his silvery blond hair. He flicked the strands off his face with an impatient gesture and glared down at her, still keeping her pinned to the ground.

"No more games, Weasley," he growled. "I mean it."

She held her hands up, showing that they were empty. "Alright, alright. I surrender."

He eyed her suspiciously for a moment, but then he got off her and held out his hand to help her up. She accepted the offer and was pulled back to her feet, only to laugh as she stared at the space where they had fallen.

"Look, Draco," she said, pointing at the spot. "We made a snow angel."

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't even need to speak; the thought "why me?" was imprinted all over his expression. Ginny did not heed this reaction and tilted her head to the side as she examined their 'angel'.

"Its wings are a bit funny looking, though," she observed. "Perhaps we should call it a fallen snow angel instead."

"I'm going back inside," was all he responded, already walking away.

"Wait!"

Ginny ran to catch up with him, smiling as she met his gaze. "You forgot this."

"Wha—" he started to say, until he got another face full of snow.

Ginny laughed and ran back towards the house, even as Draco chased her and swore oaths of revenge. There were many more fallen snow angels created that day.

Prompt: 'We are the fallen angels'.

Word count: 500-700 words.