Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and locations.

Pairing: LavxPav

AN: I didn't feel like writing anything happy today, I guess.

It's Cold Outside

It's cold outside. It's cold at Hogsmede, and on the bench we've claimed for ourselves. It hasn't snowed yet, but it's only a matter of time before dark November storm clouds roll in.

You didn't want to wear a hat today because you thought that it would ruin your hair. I made you wear one anyway, promising to style it when we got back to our dorm. The hat you chose is Purple, like your name. Lavender. Everything you are, like flower petals in bowls on your bedside table, and the scent, so purple, that hovers around you like a diaphanous fog.

Your long golden curls fall down your back, out of that purple knit hat of yours. Your Granny had made it, you said.

The first snowflake falls softly from an almost clear sky and lands on your gloved hand – the first snowflake to fall in a magical town, and it's yours. It lands right where I want my hand to be. That snowflake is I, resting lightly on you. It's the first, and I'm your first. It's delicate and temporary, like any human (witch) is.

That snowflake is us. It's our love.

You look disdainfully at that innocent white figure as if it is giving off a very offensive smell, and wipe it away.

You're still the most beautiful person I've ever known. Tall, blond, big blue eyes... but our relationship is dead. I reach forward and hook the clasp the front of your cloak – you left it just hanging open, even in this weather. Your smile is enchanting, and your eyes enthralling as you cock your head to the side and lick your lips.

You're hoping that I'll kiss you, but I can't. I still love you, but I cannot be with you.

You and I both trust in fate, and I believe that that was a sign. A sign that our love will result in nothing but the heartless crushing of my delicate character as you wipe me aside like I'm nothing more than a pretty little snowflake.

I've realized that true love, like that snowflake, is more temporary than I could have possibly imagined.

You're clearly puzzled; why am I walking away from you without any goodbye? I cannot tell you what I saw in your casual action, and you cannot defend yourself.

It's cold outside... and it's cold inside too.