ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

sɴᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪɴ

snowed in with Remus Lupin

The sky was darkened with white clouds when Y/n's eyes fluttered open and she groaned tiredly. The last thing she wanted to do was wake and have to leave the warmth of her husband. Remus had his scarred arms wrapped around her waist, reveling in her softness.

Y/n kissed his forehead gently and carefully wiggled from his grip, allowing him to sleep on his rare day off. Y/n, in her stupor, failed to notice that the darkness outside her window was not clouds preparing for a storm, rather it was built up snow.

She stumbled out into the kitchen and put a kettle onto the stove, turning the heat onto high. She stood there, trying to shake the sleep from her eyes. The sound of the loud whistling broke her out of her trance and she quickly took the kettle off, hoping she hadn't woken her husband.

As she made her tea, she carelessly glanced towards the window and something caught her eye. She did a double take to find something covering the window. Y/n furrowed her brows and walked over to the front door, throwing on her coat and twisting the cold knob. The door wouldn't open. She threw her weight against it but it just wouldn't budge.

"It seems as if we are snowed in." A groggy voice said from behind her and she turned around.

"Oh no, did I wake you?" She asked and Remus nodded with a smile, motioning towards the tea kettle. "I'm sorry."

He stepped towards her and pulled her body flush against his, "It's alright, love." He said quietly and kissed her softly. "You can't go to work if you can't get out."

Y/n laughed in his arms, "You would be correct. I'll have to make a call, tell them there's nothing I can do."

"I'm glad you work with muggles." Remus smiled and Y/n nodded.

"Me too."

Remus kissed his wife's cheek, "Shall we go back to bed?"

"Please."

When the couple awoke for a second time, they were much more energized. They threw on their snow gear and apparated outside, laughing at the top of their house popping out of the snow.

"At this rate, you won't be going to work until March." Remus laughed.

"Good, that job is insufferable."

Remus plopped onto the snow and began to make a snow angel.

"Come make a snow angel with me, angel." He said and Y/n obliged, laying down close enough so it looked like their angels were holding hands, their love forever engraved into the cold of winter.

QOTD;

DO YOU LIKE THE SNOW?