Snow Angels by Tayler

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 08/03/2004
Last Updated: 18/03/2005
Status: Completed

When the Snow Gods let their icy flowers fall gently over the grounds of Hogwarts, Ginny cannot
stay away. But every now and then, you find someone who doesn't know how to play. One-shot fic.
Please R&R!!!! REDONE!!!




1. Snow Angels
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Snow flakes. They’re so small and yet, so unique, each with a pattern all their own. It’s is
said that no two are alike but honestly, who has time to find out? People with a lot of time on
there hands and enough patience to collect that information that’s who.

For as long as anyone can remember, gentle snow falls have always brought a good memory or two.
Whether it was when you were really little or further along in you’re years, snow has always given
a happy day. Maybe this is too general, maybe its completely wrong, but from experience Ginny
Weasley had never known anyone to say that they had a bad day when it was snowing like it had been
on a chilly, morning in December.

From her dorm window, she watched the delicate flakes dance gracefully in the sparse wind. She
loved watching the snow; how it moved, the patterns that they form, the detail of the small
crystals themselves. It was like a dance almost, how the snow flakes fell from the sky, and always
seemed to catch her attention, drawing her in to their hypnotic waltz.

A small grin spread on her lips as Ginny carefully opened the window. Sticking her hand out, she
caught a few of the whirling snow flowers in her palm before withdrawing her hand back into the
warmth of the room. She watched as they slowly melted from the heat of the cracking hearth until
they collected in a small pool in the centre of her hand.

“Just like all good things…” she mused, turning her wrist so the that the melted snow trailed
down the creases in her hand till they dropped onto the hard wood floor beneath her. “But why waste
the them?”

With a grin on her lips, she gingerly pushed herself up off of the floor and skipped over to the
trunk at the end of her four poster. The lid gave a satisfying creak as she lifted it, giving the
growing excitement in her chest more fuel. She pulled out a worn, hand-me-down winter cloak and
smiled as well-loved memories passed through her mind before gently draping it over her shoulders
and fixing the clasp beneath her chin.

Next to come from the dull, red luggage case was an equally worn looking pair of gloves and a
scarf. Both were a deep crimson, the colour faded only slightly from use. The wool used for both
was soft in Ginny’s hands. Her mother had taken great care when she had made these for her
favourite daughter, only daughter to be more precise.

Carefully, Ginny wrapped the scarf around her neck and then slipped her hands into the neck of
each glove. After fastening her feet inside of her old shoes (once worn by Percy who had happened
to have very small feet in his first year) , she made her way out of the dormitory and walked down
the winding stairs into the common room.

A soft hum vibrated in her mouth, making her tongue tingle until she couldn‘t hold it in
anymore. The sound pushed past her lips, making them form the words that had belonged to a lullaby
her father had once sung to her. Yes today was definitely a day of remembrance, her thoughts going
so far as the song her father sang to his temperamental daughter to urge her into sleep.

The song was caught however as Ginny’s eyes landed on a shadowed couple before the fire. Harry
and Hermione sat propped up against the couch, Hermione sleeping peacefully against Harry's
chest.

A year before, Ginny's stomach would have clenched, twisting in knots from jealousy till she
had to leave the room for fear of saying something irrational. Finally after six years, she had
gotten over her obsession for Harry. It had taken a few talks with Ron and then a horrible go at a
relationship with the boy-wonder before the pair had concurred about the lack of relationship
possibility between them. Harry had later filled in the position of an eighth brother which was
much appreciated by Mrs. Weasley. Nothing like another son, even if he wasn’t her own
officially.

As quietly as possible Ginny began to creep over to the portrait hole, trying not to disturb the
cuddling pair. An old floor board would have none of this however and let out a rather noisy
protest to her sneaky escape. Ginny nearly jumped a mile out of her skin, her expectations of a
clean get-away dashed in one swoop.

"And where are you off to so early I the morning, Ms. Weasley?" Harry ask softly,
amusement in his tone. Ginny laughed quietly and turned, throwing her hands up in defeat.

"You caught me," she whispered back, feeling a grin spread across her lips. Harry
chuckled.

“You’re not very stealthy when it comes to sneaking out Gin.“

“Apparently,“ Ginny replied before rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her slender hips.
Her tone was the kind that she’d often used with Ron or the twins, an amused but with a hint of
*stop-being-so-protective*.

“So where are you headed?” Harry asked again, catching the tone and performing his brotherly
duties like Ron would like.

“Do you honestly expect me to stay inside when its snowing like this?” she asked sarcastically,
pointing towards the window to prove her sanity. Harry gaze wandered over to the window and a smile
was instantly on his lips.

“I’ll never understand what you see in this weather,“ he said, shaking his head before tuning
back to his ‘little sister’. “But you enjoy yourself. Be careful though. Ron will have a fit if you
so much as get a bruise.“

“I will,“ Ginny groaned and took her cue. She backed towards the portrait hole, watching as
Harry returned to his former position and let out a soft sigh. Once clear of any other barriers,
she made her way out the portrait hole and walked down the practically deserted corridors. Almost
everyone had gone home for the holidays. Only a small hand full had stayed behind to spend
Christmas at Hogwarts. Among the Gryffindors, there were only a few; Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron
and a few other seventh years along with students from other years but they were limited in number.
It was almost the same in the other houses as well, a small group of students staying behind for
reasons both logical and not but it hardly mattered.

It didn‘t take long for Ginny to reach the grand entrance doors that lead out to the snow
covered grounds. Pushing open the doors, she skipped down the steps and onto the already worn path
that winded narrowly down towards the now closed gate to the Muggle world.

The grounds were covered with a thick layer of the soft powder, like a blanket protecting the
hibernating earth below. This was the sight Ginny loved to see, winter being her preferred time of
the year. This was a trait, or so she’d been told, had been one that belonged to her mother and her
grandmother before her. Something about the love of the first winter snow fall had bewitched the
women of the Prewett line and had apparently passed on to Ginny. Every year before Ginny went to
Hogwarts, she and Molly would run outside at the first sign of winter and wait till it snowed. The
would stand near the garden fence for hours, or at least until the sun set, and wait for the first
flecks of snow to fall from the sky.

Standing before the snow covered ground now was almost unbearable. Ginny ran out onto the
grounds, kicking the snow in the air and watching it fall before doing it again. She was near the
lake when she kicked so hard at a clump of snow, she was sent sprawling backwards. Her eyes
sparkled as she lay there in the snow, laughing hard at her own clumsiness. Light flakes of snow
landed softly on her cheeks and eyelashes and she stuck out her tongue trying to catch as many as
she could. She then quickly drew her tongue back in and closed her eyes, savouring the taste of the
sweet snow. Snow, to Ginny anyway, had a distinct taste that screamed winter and nothing else
tasted anything like it.

"Isn't rather cold, lying there in the snow?“

A voice brought Ginny out of her musings, causing the space between her eyebrows to pucker in a
frown. The voice cold only belong to one person. Oh no. Not now.

Ginny hesitantly opened her eyes, not really sure if she wanted to see the face of the Slytherin
Prince. But even through the slits between her eyelids, something about Draco Malfoy made her skin
ripple into rows upon rows of goose bumps. His face was ghostly pale minus the light dusting of red
across his high cheekbones. His silver coloured eyes were cold, almost metallic in colour, but
somehow showed a hint of life through the carefully prepared mask that attempted to prove
otherwise. A shock of platinum blond hair fell before those eyes, loose from a usually gelled hold
and swaying in the gentle wind. Beautiful was the first word that came to Ginny‘s mind. Sure she
had noticed the finer aspects that made up Draco Malfoy before today but with the snow falling
around him like it was now, all his features were accentuated, giving him an almost angelic
look…

‘Stop it Ginny!’ she mentally scolded. ‘He’s a Malfoy! He can’t look angelic! He’s…’

She was stop mid mental rant by a cool wave of shock. The barbaric, monstrous, biggest prat
alive, had his hand held out to her to help her out of the snow bank. Ginny stared at his palm in
awe, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Do you want help up or not?" Draco finally asked impatiently, bringing Ginny back
from reality. She blinked a few times, like someone waking from a daze or a day dream, and took his
hand.

‘Draco Malfoy is helping me up. Draco *Malfoy* is helping me up.‘ No matter how many times
she restated this fact in her head, she couldn’t quite grasp it. It wasn’t like him at all. Or was
it? Ginny hadn’t really had or felt the need to have a sit down conversation with him so there may
have been many things she hadn’t known about the mysterious Malfoy heir.

Draco pulled her to her feet effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all. Ginny made a point
to release his hand quickly, maybe to convince him she had no other thoughts on this or maybe to
prove it herself, and dusted the snow off her cloak.

‘When I look up, he’ll be gone,’ she told herself. ‘Or walking away. No way would he want to
hang around m…a Weasley.’

After brushing the last clump of snow from her robes, Ginny cautiously raised her gaze only to
see that Draco was still standing before her. She raised an eyebrow in confusion.

‘What’s wrong with his head?’ she wondered.

Now, Fred and George had been major influences on her when she was growing up. So much so that
even they had been on the victim end of some of her own pranks though that was rare. The mind set
they had created together however, had stuck with Ginny since she was exposed to it at the tender
age of five. With an opportunity like this set before her, how could she possibly pass it up? He
was probably going to hex her into next week but she‘d burn that bridge when she came to it.

Kneeling down, she gathered some snow in her hands before straightening and rolling it in a
tight ball. She raised her eyes to Draco once again. Clearly he had never played before or he would
be gathering some snow of his own by now. But no, he just stood there watching her with a confused
look.

“What are you doing?“ he asked, arching an elegant eyebrow. Ginny smiled at him, as sweetly as
possible, and then threw the snowball at him. With a splat, the snowball made contact with his
regal nose. Draco brought a hand to his snow covered face and wiped off the cold crystals as fast
as he could, revealing a stunned look.

“Never had a snow fight before Malfoy?“ Ginny sneered before spinning on her heel and running
towards the castle. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught sight of Draco grabbing some snow and
following her retreat. Ginny squeaked with amusement and surprise and ran faster, her legs taking
long strides to lengthen the distance that Draco was closing.

She scrambled behind a large snow bank and armed herself with another ball of snow. Heavy foot
falls came towards her position before suddenly stopping. Carefully, Ginny crawled up the hill of
the snow bank and slowly leaned over to spy on her pursuer. Below her, Draco was squatting low to
the ground, not noticing her watching him from above. Ginny took her time, aiming as precisely as
possible on her target, and threw her snowball, hitting the crown of Draco‘s head. He visibly
cringed as snow slid down the neck of his robes when he looked up to see her over him.

With Draco momentarily frozen, Ginny made her escape. She slid down the snow bank and bolted
behind another snow bank to wait. Apparently Draco had learned from his first mistake because this
time she did not hear his approach. Grabbing a handful of snow, she crawled around the snow bank
but Draco was waiting for her. He threw his already prepared snow bomb but Ginny ducked out of the
way just in time, the ball literally brushing her cheek as it flew past.

Not wanting to take the risk of getting caught by another ball of snow, Ginny made a run for it.
She leapt to her feet and bee-lined towards Hagrid‘s Hut. She didn't get far however, before
she was grabbed from behind and brought down by Draco‘s weight. She rolled away, or tried to, but
was pinned by the larger Slytherin, his Quidditch toned body holding her firmly in place.

"Well done, little Weasley, but now there's no escape," he said, a smirk forming
where shock had been only a few moments ago. "Your mine."

"Yours, eh?" Ginny mocked, taking on the tone of a fearless woman warrior. "I
belong to nothing and no one Draco Malfoy."

"At the moment, it doesn't look like you have a choice," Draco replied, the brash
tyrant.

"We'll see about that." Ginny grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it into
Draco's face. He barely held in a yelp and Ginny took her chance and pushed him off her. She
scrambled to her feet and took off once more but Draco quickly caught up to her, grabbing her by
the waist and pulling her close.

“You're a hard girl to hold onto you know that?" Draco hissed in her ear. "But now
I have you and I don't plan on letting go."

"You seem very sure of yourself there Malfoy. What if I have different plans?" Ginny
inquired boldly. She could feel Draco smirk against her crimson hair when she began to twist
against him but her attempts where in vain. His only tightened around her, pulling her against him.
Eventually, Ginny grudgingly gave in.

"All right Draco, what do you want," Ginny sighed, Draco making it apparent that he
would hold true to his words.

"I thought I made that clear already, my dear Ginny," Draco quietly drawled. Ginny
rolled her eyes.

"Could you be anymore vague?" she asked dryly.

"I could if you want me too." Ginny dropped her head into her chest. She was starting
to get tired of this as well as insanely confused. A gasp was ripped from her lips as Draco whipped
her around so they stood face to face. He smirked down at her, only to receive a glare from the
fiery Gryffindor.

"Enough of this game, what do you want with me?" Ginny snapped.

"You started the game. I'm just finishing it," Draco replied coyly.

"Draco," Ginny warned. Still holding Ginny tightly with one arm, Draco reached up and
brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face while his eyes softened. Steely grey eyes locked with
chocolate brown.

"How much would your brother want to throttle me if I told you how beautiful you are?"
Ginny's eyes nearly shot out of her head.

"Excuse me?" she barely whispered. Draco smiled a real smile down at her. It took her
breath away.

To her surprise, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. As the hand that had
moments before been brushing away a stray lock moved to her cheek, Ginny felt like her insides were
beginning to melt. Shudders shot along her spine like electricity, making her skin ripple into
goose bumps. Slowly, she slid her arms up and around Draco's neck and her eyes (losing their
shock) fluttered closed, her body reacting to the kiss instinctively.

Draco smiled against her lips, the soft curve making the world fade around them, before he
pulled back and rested his forehead on hers. The look in his eyes was unlike any Ginny had ever
seen before, especially from him. They were soft and held compassion, caring and something else.
Was it, love? Ginny shivered involuntarily. No, it wasn’t but it was definitely something to look
into.

Draco let the hand on her cheek reluctantly slide off her cheek and move to undo the clasp on
his robe. In an act of chivalry, he draped the thick material around Ginny‘s shoulders.

A smile formed on her lips as she slid her arms down to his waist and rested her head against
his chest. Draco placed his arms around her shoulders and kissed where her hair parted.

"You're my snow angel, Ginny," he softly said, his words causing Ginny to raise
her gaze to his. Draco’s eyes were almost sparkling with happiness and Ginny was sure hers were
doing close to the same.

"And you're my snow angel Draco, no matter how much you suck at snow ball fights"
she replied just as softly but with a hint of amusement in her voice. Draco chuckled and kissed her
lightly again before pulling back and taking her hand in his.

"Come on, let's go get some hot chocolate and you warmed up." Ginny nodded eagerly
and they slowly made there way back up into the warmth of the castle, though even that was hardly
needed. There was enough warmth between them to make the snow melt.

*Author’s note: Okay, still the same fluff and extreme fluffy ending but after reading this
over a few days ago, I really wanted to redo it. I’d like to think it’s a little better but I’ll
leave that up to you all to decide. I hope you like it! Please R&R!!!!!*



