First of all, I have to admit that I am not a native speaker, so there might be a few mistakes, but if you were so kind as to write me a message to tell me of them, I would immediately correct them.
Secondly, I know that this story is very, very short, and I really thought about doing something with this idea – but in the end, I decided to leave it like this, for I didn't want to destroy this beautiful but also melancholy moment.
And lastly, I just noticed that this is my 50th published story on ff :)
Disclaimer: All figures belong to Joanne K. Rowling and I don't earn my money with these stories.
Snow
The moment he saw her he fell for her. Of course, he had seen her many times before – but never in his life like this.
She was having a snowball fight with Longbottom. He would have never dreamed to call even two of his former students colleagues now...
She was laughing like he had never heard her before. Before the war, she had been too afraid to laugh like this in his presence, and after the war, she had become too severe to even think about laughing.
Her cheeks were red from the fun in the snow and her hair was flying when she ran around. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and it warmed his heart like nothing else had been able to in a long time. Not since Lily…
Yes, he was in love with Hermione Granger, or Professor Granger how everyone was supposed to call her formally these days. Although she was not his student anymore, and so his feelings were legal, he still thought it inappropriate for him to see her in this way. So he would never tell her.
THE END.
(Roughly two years later I changed my mind… :D Sequel in the next chapter.)