White
"And what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?"
Ginny dropped her boot in surprise, and it made a hollow tap on the hardwood floor. A soft chuckle sang in her ears. She unclenched her muscles in recognition, realizing that she was caught, but not in trouble. She straightened up.
"Couldn't sleep," She said shortly, but not unkindly.
He didn't respond. Didn't have to. He just stood behind the couch and watched quietly as she finished bundling up. She slipped her white gloves over her clammy hands and sat back in the couch, exhaling.
"You sound tired." His voice was not pitying, but tired in itself. She nodded, but didn't turn around. Instead, she pulled a white knitted hat over her wildfire hair, gently smothering it.
She stood up to face him, and gave him a dampened smile. He didn't smile back.
"I'll just be outside for a few minuets. Not past the wards." He regarded her a moment, and she locked gazes with him unabashedly. She finally tilted her head in assent, and he reached for his own boots and jacket, fallen amongst the others.
She didn't wait for him. The door clicked shut behind her, and she made her way through the frigid air to the bench under her tree. The world around her was black, but for the circle of white where her wand lit the way. She inhaled and smelled the cold, tasting it and letting it fill her lungs.
Her bench was as hard and smooth as ever, the wooden surface dull but familiar. She didn't sit, but instead slowly brushed the snow from the arm rest, the wet seeping through her cotton gloves and numbing her fingers. She stared at the flakes she held on her fingertips, her eyes wavering in and out of focus. She brought the white to her lips just as the crunch of boots arrived.
She watched him watch her eat the fresh snow, and she smiled slightly, holding out another taste for him. He didn't take it, but watched. She lowered her hand, and watched back.
His hair stood out stark against the white without a cap to cover it, and his face glowed, though it was as pale as ever. His expression was unreadable, but his vibrant eyes held her gaze, and spoke volumes to her, though she couldn't understand. She suddenly felt like crying, felt the build behind her eyes and in her nose.
She looked down at her numbing fingers, then back up. His eyes were back to normal, blank and calm. He inhaled to speak, wearing the expression he always wore when he was about to say something that would hurt, even if he didn't mean it to. Especially if he didn't mean it to.
"Hey, Ginny? I-"
She shushed him quietly, then brushed off the rest of the snow on the seat with her sleeve. She gestured for him to take a seat. He did.
They sat together in thefloating silence, their cloudy breaths mingling, spreading through the clear air like frosty mist. The white speckled their clothes like magic dust, and Ginny pulled off her cap so her hair could be sprinkled, too, like dewdrops on a red rose. Simultaneously, they lifted their faces to the impenetrable sky, to let the snowflakes perch on their lashes.
A/N: Random silvery thought, is all. Go ahead and get on my case for procrastinating other stories. (andAP Euro homework) I like one-shots, okay?(Still not sure if I like this one)