Valentine's Snow Day

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A/N: Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine but I'm grateful for it b/c I wouldn't know who to ship and it'd be a disaster :)

A very belated VD fic for y'all :D Hope you enjoy this short snow day fluff while I get chapters done for other fics and art pieces done for other ships!

-oOo-

Large fluffy flakes of snow fell from the heavens and painted everything in the purest white. The sun, which had miraculously avoided the enormous clouds spread throughout the sky, reflected off of the snow covered ground and onto the rest of the world in an almost holy beam of light.

A substantial country home sat on a hill overlooking acres of meadows and plains that eventually led to woodlands which stretched on and on for miles. The gusts of wind that occasionally came along blew the snow from the trees and nipped at the nose of a woman shoveling her driveway, only a hunched figure bundled up in layers and layers of clothing and coats.

Several strands of wild brown curls hung in front of her face, which she shoved back in annoyance and shivered as another sharp rush of frigid air bit the skin of her face. She was hoping not too long ago that the snowfall had ended and that the driveway could finally be uncovered for her work the next day, but now her attempts to do so were worthless now that the — in her mind — horrid weather had started again.

She faintly heard the crunching of icy snow somewhere behind her over the loud shrieking of the wind, and arms suddenly encircled her waist. She only let out a breathy laugh in response and set the shovel aside.

"Come inside," the other woman muttered, hugging her close, "you'll catch something and I do not want a sick wife on Valentine's Day."

The taller woman wrapped in every warm item of clothing possible turned and saw the pleading blue eyes of Astoria, a smile on her lips and only dressed in a warm sweater, jeans and a simple coat.

"If anyone's going to get sick, it's you!" cried Hermione, quickly grabbing her shovel and her wife and rushing into the garage with both. She laid the shovel down in a convenient place (for later, she argued, if she wanted to clear the driveway) and hurried herself and Astoria into the warmth of their home.

"Of all the warnings and bribes I gave you to come inside, of course this one works," Astoria hummed as she shed herself from her coat and made her way to the main closet in the living room. A blazing blush exploded onto Hermione's face and she waddled after her rather angrily, and Astoria got the very fitting image of a penguin in her mind.

Hermione threw her gloves down into the drawer they belonged in once they reached the living room, then her hat into its rightful place, and then began to unzip her coats and snowsuits in rough, jagged motions.

"I cannot believe you!" She grunted, getting only one of the many layers off and hanging it on the coat rack. "I need to go to work tomorrow and—"

"It's already snowing again," Astoria interrupted, lifting her half-drinken cup of tea to her lips. "They might just call off anyways; it is rather extreme weather this time of year and Lord knows the roads are going to be the equivalent of a freshly cleaned ice rink underneath all that snow.

"And besides," she said in a decidedly lighter tone, reaching her free hand out to steady her wife's, "I'd much rather spend tomorrow snowed in with you than having to go to work."

Hermione rolled her eyes — she simply refused to drop the idea that Valentine's Day was not a big deal — but her face softened into a smirk and Astoria stepped closer to help with her stuck zipper, and eventually she got her out of the last snow-proof item and hung it back up inside the large closet. She turned back to her wife and hopped up on her tip-toes, pressing a kiss on Hermione's lips.