Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. What a surprise.
Beware. Surgeons Warning - Extreme amounts of fluffiness. May be hazardous to you health.
You may ask, "Why the hell is she writing a Christmas fic at the end of August?"
The answer is, "I have no friggin idea."
Mr. Lumpy, The Christmas Snowman
The first snowflakes of the year drifted towards the ground in fat, lazy clumps, covering Hogwarts ground in a layer of sweet, sticky snow. It was the perfect kind of snow for building a snowman. Tucked away in a little grove of trees near the forbidden forest, away from most students prying eyes, that was exactly what Ginny Weasley was doing.
She packed some snow into a ball with her mittened hands and got down on her knees and began rolling the ball around. The snowball grew bigger as she pushed it around the little grove. Finally, when the snowball was so big she could barely push it anymore; she packed another little ball of snow and started another, slightly smaller snowball. When Ginny thought this snowball was the desired size, she stopped and attempted to pick it up. She managed to lift it a few centimeters off the ground, grunting and huffing under the weight, before she dropped it again. With a sigh, she slipped her wand out of her worn jacket pocket and muttered a levitating spell, magicking the snowball on top on top of the other larger snowball. Ginny then began the last and smallest snowball of the three. When it was complete, it was small enough the Ginny had absolutely no problem picking it up and dropping it on top of the snowman.
With most of the basic work done, Ginny began on the finer details. Taking some pebbles that she'd found earlier out of her pocket, she created two eyes and a mouth. A carrot that she'd snitched from the kitchens became the nose. She hunted around the little clearing until she found two slicks of almost the exact same size, which she stuck into the sides of her snowman and turned into arms. As a finishing touch, she took off her red and gold hand- knitted scarf and draped it around the snowman's neck. Stepping back to admire her finished product, Ginny had to admit that she hadn't done that badly. The snowman looked OK.
The head was too small for the rest of its body, and its stick arms stuck out from odd angles. Its biggest fault though, was the lumps of snow all over the body. Ginny hadn't smoothed out the snowballs very well, and it showed. She smiled as she thought of a name for the snowman. I think I'll call you Mr. Lumpy, she thought to herself.
Ginny began to massage her very cold and red ears with her hands. She hadn't thought to bring a hat out, and her ears were freezing.
"What's the matter Weasel? Can't you even afford a hat?"
She spun around quickly found herself face-to-face with a sneering Draco Malfoy. He wore a thick, black coat and matching gloves and hat, lined with warm fur. Ginny could tell from the fine materials and furs that his winter wear was from Galdrags, the most expensive wizarding shop in England. For a moment she almost envied him. That hat looked really warm.
"Sod off, Malfoy," Ginny replied, going back to admiring her snowman. During the last couple of months Draco had seemed to single her out and hr picked on her even more than he picked on the Trio. He had been bugging her more and more lately.
"Where's your Christmas spirit Weasley?" he smirked.
"It left when you showed up," She bit back. She walked toward Mr. Lumpy and smoothed out a particularly big bump.
"What the hell's that supposed to be?" He asked, sneering at the snowman. Ginny was beginning to think he had only three expressions, smirk, sneer and scowl.
Ginny resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. "It's my snowman. Mr. Lumpy."
Draco laughed. He was laughing at her! Ginny felt her face begin to flush red with anger.
"You named that thing?" he asked, still laughing
"Sod off Malfoy!" She growled.
Draco took one look at her bright red face and decided to lay off a bit. He knew from experience that you didn't want to be on the receiving end of the Weasley temper.
Ginny had gone back to fixing up her snowman, so he contented himself with watching her. He loved watching her. Over the last couple of months this had become one of his favorite pastimes. Sometimes he'd watch her from across the Great Hall, or in the library. He knew it was really creepy and starker-ish, but he couldn't help himself. Draco bet Ginny didn't know how easily her face betrayed her expressions, and how she subconsciously made faces while doing other things.
He'd tried to count her freckles once. But he kept losing track when she moved her head. He knew she had over a hundred though.
Snowflakes were falling gracefully onto her red hair, so that the red was dotted with white. It looked like a salt shaker had exploded on her head. There were a couple of snowflakes stuck in her long eyelashes as well, and her cheeks were a bright red from the cold. He could tell she was happy because her eyes were bright and she unconsciously had a half-smile on her lips.
"What are you still doing here?" He heard Ginny ask him, without turning away from her snowman. He wonder what her reaction would be if he answer 'Watching you. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen'. She'd probably smack him into next Tuesday.
"Watching you try to fix up that hopelessly ugly snowman is really rather amusing,"
"You just hate Mr. Lumpy because a Weasley made him. If you tried to look past the person who made it, you'd see how wonderful he is"
"Maybe your right. Maybe if I looked past the fact the she's a Weasley, I could see how pretty she really is." Ginny looked up, surprised. But Draco wasn't looking at the snowman. He was looking straight at her.
"Maybe I love the way the way the freckles on her nose look like someone accidentally splattered brown paint on her face. I guess I love the way she scrunches up her nose was she hears something disgusting, and the way her mouth curves up in a half smile when she's trying not to laugh, and that when she blushes it starts at her neck and works it's way up until it's covered her entire face, even her ears. When she crys, she looks so fragile, her face gets all blotchy and when she's angry her face turns red and her eyes get dark. I love it when she's happy because her whole face lights up and her eyes sparkle. I love the way she makes faces with out even realizing it, and I love the way she smells like cinnamon. I love her hair, and the way it seems to be a whole bunch of different colors at once when the light hits it, and it looks so thick that I want so badly just to run my hand through it. God- I hate myself for it, but I love everything about her."
There was barely a foot between them, and Draco closed the distance quickly. In a second, one of his arms had snaked around her back and his other hand was tangled up in the hair, which he'd been longing to touch for so long.
He leaned down demolished the distance between their mouths. The second his lips touched hers felt himself come undone. These lips, that he'd been longing to kiss for so long, were so much softer than he'd ever dreamed. She tasted so much better than he ever thought possible, and fit against his body so well it was almost like they were made for each other. He could tell that she wasn't as experienced as most of the other girls he'd kissed, but it didn't mater, because this felt so much better than kissing other girls, this felt so right. His tongue slid out of his mouth and brushed softly against her closed lips, asked for entrance to her mouth, to which she quickly and willingly agreed. She moaned softly against his mouth, and Draco couldn't ignore the ripples of pleasure the sound sent through his body.
Ginny felt herself go weak at the knees and knew that if Draco hadn't been holding her so tightly she probably would have fallen. She felt herself moaning into his mouth. No guy had ever kissed her like this. This kiss was so wonderful, so electrifying, she didn't ever want it to end. She couldn't get enough of Draco, he was so perfect. He was so good with his tongue it made her shiver and even though they were pressed tightly up against each other she couldn't help but wanting to be so much closer than this. One of her hands was entwined in his hair and the other was resting on his shoulder.
They eventually broke apart for air. They were both breathing heavily and Draco leaned forward to nuzzle Ginny's neck.
"GINNY? ARE YOU OUT HERE?" A loud, low male voice called out.
"Oh crap." Ginny swore, untangling herself from Draco, "It's Ron."
She leaned forward and lightly kissed Draco on the lips.
"Merry Christmas Draco." She whispered softly before running off.
"Ron you bugger! Why can't you ever just leave me alone?" Draco heard her scolding Ron from across the ground. He stared at the spot she'd been a second ago with a goofy smile on his face.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny."