Emexyinia Snape and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter Fan-fiction)

Chapter 11: Emma Snape; Headmistress

Chapter 11: Emma Snape; Headmistress

“Let’s play cards.”

“No.”

“Let’s play chess.”

“No.”

“Let’s play exploding snap.”

“No.”

“Do you ever do anything exciting?”

Emma and Draco had been going back and forth for nearly a half an hour. Emma kept suggesting activities; Draco kept shooting her suggestions down.

“I think I have a hangover,” he said, flopping back onto the bed.

“You drank last night?” she asked.

“No, I was kidding,” he laughed. “I’m just tired is all.”

“Well let’s go do something!”

“Like?”

“Like one of the billions of things I suggested before?”

“I don’t feel like playing any games.”

Emma sighed and paced around in a circle. Suddenly, she caught something shiny out of the corner of her eye.

“How about ice skating!” she exclaimed gleefully. She went to the opposite wall where the ice skates were hanging.

“Come on, we can go down to the pond,” she smiled.

“Alright, alright.”

The two of them put on boots (it had just snowed heavily the night before) and long winter coats and made their way downstairs, bundled up with hats, scarves, and gloves, ice skates slung over their shoulders.

“Where are you going?” Narcissa questioned from the parlor.

“We’re going down to the lake. We’re going to ice skate.”

“Be careful. Don’t fall!”

Emma and Draco trudged through the snow towards the lake (“Wait, couldn’t we have just used our wands to clear the snow?”) and then swept the snow off the ice with magic. Emma plopped down on a snow bank and took off her boots, then laced up her ice skates. She gracefully slid out onto the ice.

“Come on, Dray,” she called back to him. She glided elegantly and twirled around, her coat flowing out around her.

“I'm coming,” he called back, lacing up his skates.

Emma was fast and graceful in her movements, easily balancing on one foot, spinning, jumping, and then gliding again.

“When did you learn to ice skate?”

“Harry and I used to go ice skating on the pond back home,” she said, concentrating on another jump.

Draco stood up and slid out onto the ice as well. He was nearly as balanced as she was. Emma did a figure eight and then came to a stop next to Draco.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand.

The two of them glided across the surface of the lake. Draco wrapped his arm around Emma’s waist.

“How has Luna been?” he asked.

“She’s okay. She spends most of her time reading. She misses her father a lot.”

“Do you think Voldemort is going to let her go back eventually?”

“Honestly, unless this war ends, I highly doubt it.”