A/N: This was written, rather predictably, on a very snowy day, for the Valentines Day ficlet challenge at metamorphicmoon to the prompt Love Bug. It's also my first attempt at this one sided conversation type style. I hope it works okay and isn't too confusing. :)

A Snowy Day

How does it feel to be in love?

Ginny, that's not the easiest of questions, you know. Haven't you asked your mum?

…

Okay, good point. I can see how it might be…icky….

Well, if you're sure you want me to talk about it, I'll do my best…

My mum always told me that love was like dancing – sometimes you could glide around lighter than air, lost in another's arms, but if you stepped on each others toes now and then so be it. My dad always calls it the love bug – like an illness, it catches you unawares and gets into your system, making you say stupid things and behave like an idiot but at the same time it warms you from the inside out and never lets you go.

Mum never really appreciated that description. I don't think she likes being compared to an infectious disease. But then again dad is always the one who steps on mum's toes when they dance together so he's not that impressed with her analogy either.

But you know me, I'm way too clumsy to dance properly. And Remus has called me many things, but never anything viral.

For me, love is like…well, it's like today.

No, no, no, that's not what I mean. I know it's Valentines today, but love isn't all chubby cherubs and dancing hearts. Yeah, I'm glad too! No, love is like outside is right now. It's like a snowy day.

What do I mean? Well, snowy days mean different things to different people. To some people it's a struggle, to others a source of joy, a time of coldness or a time to cuddle up warm. And you can find all about love in a snowy day; sometimes you have to slog through it, slipping and sliding, thinking you'll never make it, wondering why you should even try; sometimes it excites and exhilarates you as you hurtle down a slope on a sledge or chuck snowballs at each other. Yes, sometimes it thaws and melts away. But if you're lucky, then at the end of the day, you get to go home and curl up by the comfortable fire and let the warmth inside warm you and protect you from the chill outside the window. And that's the best thing of all.

Oh yes. Remus and I are definitely a snowy day. More like a snowy season. But I reckon most of the slogging's done now. It's time to build a snowman then curl up nice and warm together…

That is not what I meant, Ginny! Don't let your mother hear you say that and don't let her think that I…

Oh, haha… Thanks…

But I guess what I'm trying to say is just let your snowy day run its course. Maybe you will get bogged down. Maybe reaching the warm may take some time, but trust me Ginny, it's worth the ride.

I don't see Harry as the type to thaw out easily. Weather the storm and you'll be fine…

Okay now?

Is that Remus? I… Are you sure? I can get Hermione or your mum…

Thanks Ginny. Yes, I think I will go and enjoy my snowy day. After all, that's the best kind there is….