As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts / oh the warmth in your eyes swept me in to your arms
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"What's that? It looks awfully like a torture device, Hermione."
"It's a pencil sharpener," said Hermione, shaking her head with a hint of a smile on her face. "Come on, let's go. You've been bothering the poor salesman long enough."
"We'll have to come back," said Ron, utterly fascinated with the office supplies store in Muggle London. "I didn't think Dad was right when he said Muggles were brilliant."
Hermione gave him a withered look.
"Sorry, love. You're brilliant, y'know?"
Hermione sighed and pulled him out the door, wincing immediately.
It was freezing outside – one of London's coldest winters.
"I could really use a warm Butterbeer right now," Ron grumbled. Hermione winded her fingers through his and pulled him towards the bookstore down the road. The wind was whipping audibly, and the snow was falling in such a flurry that it was hard to see very far in front of them.
Ron put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
"We'll probably lose each other in this weather," he muttered.
a/n - based off of 'Winter Winds' by Mumford and Sons. WC: 203.