Hermione panted with flushed cheeks, a broad grin on her face as she plopped back into the soft snow. The cold air was sharp against her lungs but she didn’t care. She was having fun; something rarely anyone could press her to do nowadays at Hogwarts.

She wiped some snow off her face with her glove and looked over at you on the ground next to her. Maybe it was the way your eyes spoke, the way your features expressed in such a pretty way, or maybe it was how you made her do such carefree and exciting things, such as this snowball fight.

To her, this only made her grow more attracted to you. She felt strange, conflicted, yet unable to tear her heart away from you. She only wishes that you felt it too. You were so stubborn to her, so careless, yet so charming.

She looked up at the cloudy sky and secretly felt happy that she didn’t go back home for the holidays. An almost student-empty castle, magic in the air, studying only when she feels like it, and being able to spend each day with you.