Warm Me Up
Hermione Granger was cold. Ever since the war ended, she'd had a hard time warming up. During the first summer after Voldemort's defeat, while everyone else had enjoyed sunbathing or frolicking in shorts, Hermione had carried around a cardigan – wrapping up whenever even a hint of a breeze touched her shoulders. The winter had been even worse. She wore heavy sweaters, two layers of socks, and wrapped herself in a down-filled blanket when at home. Ron thought she was nutters, Harry just shook his head in disbelief, and Ginny went around casting Finite Incantatem at Hermione's back, as if she were suffering from the effects of a really bad hex.
When spring arrived, Hermione huddled near the fire reading, while the Weasley's played Quidditch outside. Glancing out the window at the beautiful sunny day, she sighed deeply, wondering if she would ever feel warm again. She heard someone move behind her and looked up into the smiling face of Fred Weasley.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Still cold?" he asked.
She nodded in response.
"I think I have a solution."
"Really? Is it some new weather altering product you developed for the Wheezes?"
"Not exactly. What me to show you?"
Hermione nodded again.
Fred sat down behind her, pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
For the first time in a year, Hermione felt warm.
