Sinners and Serpents {g.w.}

Chapter 18

A/N- hello my dear readers! first thank you as always for the love youve shown this story! secondly, unfortunately its likely i caught covid from a kid i work with at my job as a teacher so updates might be a bit delayed/ not as well written for a bit and for that i apologize but i hope you guys can understand! much love to all of you<3

Yes, you were nearly an adult by the Wizarding world's standards, but when you woke up the next morning, your heart began racing with excited anticipation as you looked out the window and saw fresh snow falling from the sky. Happily, you turned and began shaking Hermione awake, your eyes still glued to the large white flakes flurrying past Ginny's room. Hermione groaned, shoving your hand away, but you persisted.

"Come on, 'Mione! It's snowing!!!" You exclaimed.

Hermione sighed, rubbing her eyes as she slowly woke up. "Christ, it is too early for you to be so excited," she complained.

You rolled your eyes as you pushed your covers back and hopped out of bed. The cold floor on your bare feet made you hiss but you continued on your path, rushing to the window to get a better look at the frosty wonderland you'd woken up to.

"It's Christmas and it's snowing! Of course I'm going to be excited," you said, grinning broadly.

Ginny stirred, her eyes flying open almost as quickly as yours had once she saw the snow flying in the air outside. "It's snowing!" She half-yelled.

Hermione groaned once more, but pushed her covers back. "Fine, since the two of you insist on being loud," she grumbled. "Shall we find the boys? I'm sure they've already been up for a while, knowing them."

You and Ginny nodded quickly, pulling on sweaters and mittens and hats until you were sufficiently bundled. The three of you left your room, trying to quietly walk down the rickety stairs. Molly, however, was already in the kitchen with Arthur, and the two of them were talking and laughing as Arthur tried to help Molly prepare breakfast.

Tried being the operative word, because it seemed that he was being much more of a hindrance than a help. Usually, Molly would be correcting him or telling him to go tinker with something while she finished cooking, but not today. Today, even as Arthur clearly messed up a boiling pot of something that smelled absolutely divine, Molly merely smiled softly at her husband before fixing his mistake.

Seeing the two of them interact so sweetly made you smile, and you could tell Hermione and Ginny were thinking the same. Molly had been so worried about Arthur, and you were overjoyed that the family was all back together under the same roof.

As you reached the kitchen, Molly turned around, a pleased smile on her face. "Good morning, my dears! The boys just left to go play Quidditch, if you'd like to join them."

You and Ginny practically rushed out the door with a less-than-excited Hermione in tow. Playing Quidditch in the snow made your fingers feel frozen to the broom and every hit and bump hurt ten times worse, but you always loved it. Whizzing past the snowflakes at such high speed made it look like they were frozen in time as you shot upwards, and you loved flying above the white, glistening landscape.

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were all pulling out brooms and the trunk that held the Quaffle and Bludgers, their noses already red with cold. George's eyes were bright and his smile was wide as he joked with his brothers, and you felt something stir in your stomach as you watched him.