Snow
"Hermione!" Harry called out, rushing into the common room. "It's snowing!"
"I know." Hermione said grimly, resolutely keeping her eyes on the page.
"But… then why aren't you outside? Come on!" Harry insisted, grabbing the book and throwing it onto the couch.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled indignantly, and snatched it up, dusting the cover off and examining it like it might be hurt.
"What? It's snowing!" Harry complained.
"God, you sound like a hyper five year old." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Harry pouted. That was not what a fifteen year old boy wanted to hear from his girlfriend.