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ficlet, fluff, my fic, romance, severus/hermione

fic: Snow-Horses (Severus/Hermione, romance/fluff, PG)

Snow by *PhalacrocoraxCarbo on deviantART

She said she would have liked to have a little dialogue or story for this picture, but couldn't think of one, and could anyone write one? So I did this little splat of Severus/Hermione. (I know, I know: Four horsemen sighted on horizon; film at 11.) I have no idea what I am doing here so forgive me if I get the character dynamic all wrong.

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Severus shivered, pulled his scarf up a little higher around his throat, and tried to sink his jaw and cheeks down into it like a turtle. His voice a little muffled by the green and grey striped wool, he said, "Granger, if you'd just—"

"—Hermione," she admonished him without looking up, scraping her fingers through the snow to make the lines of her snow-horse's mane.

"Hermione," he continued gruffly, "as I've told you twice already, if you insist on making snow sculpture in the dead of winter you surely have faster and better ways of doing so." He tapped the tip of his wand impatiently against his palm. "Or doth the history of your Charms marks deceive me?" He ardently wished once again that he'd put on a hat and gloves before venturing out in the twilit snow to collect the foolish young witch.

"Oh, Severus," she sighed, standing and brushing the snow from her knees, then turning to face him. "One thing I've learned is that there are just some things that are better to do with your own hands." For a moment she remembered hearing about Harry digging Dobby's grave in the Muggle way and blinked away the tears that sprang to her eyes. Then, smiling, she took one of his hands in hers. Caressing his fingers suggestively, she stretched up to whisper in his ear, "Some things. As I'm sure you know..."

Severus shivered again, but not from the cold. "Some things," he agreed in a low, hot voice, and led her inside.