𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

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The snow gleamed upon the rooftops, as the sun shined down, spotlighting the community of Hogsmeade. A high-pitched squeak echoed throughout the air, as a snowy owl came into the distance.

"Harry! Look it's Hedwig!" Hermione screeched, gripping tightly onto his arm.

Harry chuckled at Hermione's adorableness, leading her inside the Three Broomsticks. Hermione instantaneously sighed, a smirk spread over Harry's face.

Hermione however, didn't notice that. "Oh, so you were cold," he said, the smirk was clearly growing larger at this point.

"Shut it!"

"Wait, let me think about that for a moment. Nope!"

"Harry!!!"

"What Hermione?" An innocent look spread across his face. Hermione huffed, stomping away from him.

"Mione...Come back." Harry fake pouted, his arm locked to Hermione's wrist. Hermione tried in vain to yank her arm from his grip, only to fail. He was way too strong. He pulled her over to the table, sitting down next to her.

"Hermione, look. I am sorry for being a jerk-"

Harry was interrupted by a small, but enjoyable peck on the lips. The blush rapidly spread up to Hermione's checks, causing Harry to smirk.

"Either you're cold....or you're blushing." He started tucking a strand of her brown locks behind her ear. Finally, when he had finished, he spat out a sentence that earned a smack from Hermione. "Admit it, you know I am right. I always am."

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