A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome back to another fic :) This story came fairly easy to me, thank goodness! TBH, I'm always a fan of weather prompts, because it's easy for me to think through what I've experienced in certain weather conditions. All sorts of rainy weather? Great! Clear winter's day without a cloud in sight and it's -50F with wind chill, no problem! Hot summer's day where the humidity is so high it feels like you're swimming? Pssh, that's every summer here in the Midwest! I hope my expertise in bitterly cold snowy days is clear in my writing :)
Ps: the Fahrenheit equivalent in this story is -10F, by the way. If it's off by a degree or two, blame Google. It told me one number and the equation gave me another.
This one's for Round 3 of The Houses Competition, where I'm in Slytherin House and writing for Transfiguration. This competition, we have to write a drabble (500-1000 words) as well as a standard (1000-3000 words). This fic is the Drabble of the two. I've chosen the prompt (Weather) Snowing.
This is also written for Hogwarts School forums, Assignment 7. I chose to write for the Gardening subject, Task #4: Grow what you like. Aka, I'm enjoying my Vikmione pairing, thank you very much. :3
Thank you kindly to Aya, Bailey, Ash Juillet, Dhrish, and Hope for betaing this.
Word Count: 654
Disclaimers/Warnings: N/A
Summary: Hermione ventures forth into a budding blizzard to find her beautiful Bulgarian beau. Vikmione one-shot
"Honeymoon"
Wrapped up in a black peacoat and long red scarf, Hermione happily headed outside. Her first breaths were painful, the frigid air burning against her face and hands, and she buried further into her scarf to keep her mouth and nose warm.
"Thank goodness I fully dried my hair this morning," she murmured as a gentle snowfall started, despite the lack of clouds in the sky. She glanced upwards as large flakes danced through the air. This would be the third snowfall since they'd arrived at this cabin a few days ago, and she was loving it. As with the past few snowfalls, the temperature would warm up a bit every time the clouds gathered. They only ever had to worry about when the sun would come out and the temperatures dropped.
Her hand-knitted hat immediately started collecting snowflakes. Between her hat, scarf, and voluminous curls, however, her neck and ears stayed pleasantly warm. It was -23°C today before the wind chill, and while she would normally never be caught outside in this type of weather, she was looking for a very special someone.
Hermione had never had to worry about these temperatures before while growing up in London. Although Scotland saw some comparable temperatures, it was never anything this extreme. Even while she was Horcrux-hunting with Harry and Ron, the temperatures in Northern England had never reached below 0° Celsius. Bulgaria, on the other hand, where she was honeymooning with her husband-she's finally married!-, had temperatures that regularly dropped below zero with wind chills strong enough that most warming charms failed when cast.
Speaking of her husband, Hermione smiled fondly to herself as she spotted Viktor through the trees, chopping wood for their fireplace in the family cabin they had taken over for the week. Trudging through the crunching snow to get to him, she patiently waited by the tree line for him to finish, the scent of freshly chopped wood filling the air. It took a few more swings of the axe for him to notice her, but Hermione had been contently enjoying the view of her husband's rippling muscles beneath his long sleeve shirt, so she didn't mind the wait. Finally noticing her, Viktor visibly brightened before tossing his axe to the side, where it was immediately lost in the fresh powder snow. He bounded over to her in three long strides before picking her up and swinging her around joyfully. Hermione laughed with him and happily kissed him when he pulled her closer. He still tasted like his coffee from three hours ago.
"What brings you out here?" Viktor asked as she snuggled up into his embrace, leeching the warmth from him. He reached up and brushed some snow off her hat, much to her laughter.
"I've come to collect my husband. The fire is getting low in the cabin and I need my man's touch to reignite it," she replied teasingly.
She watched, fascinated, as his pupils dilated at her words, his body tightening around hers. Then suddenly, in one smooth movement, Viktor gathered up all of the freshly chopped wood as well as his axe with a flick of his wand while leaning forward with his other arm to scoop her up. He tossed her over his shoulder, nearly knocking her hat off in the process. She had to clutch at her beanie before jamming it tightly back over her curls to keep the snow away from settling into her hair.
Her squeal of laughter filled the snowy clearing, cold air hitting the back of her bare thighs as her coat rode up. He patted her rear, brushing more snow off, before heading back to their cozy cabin in the woods with her and the cut wood in tow.
And as the blizzard raged outside with increasing intensity, Viktor and Hermione Krum actively spent the remainder of the day in the cabin, keeping each other warm as newlyweds do.
FIN