Let It Snow
by sky_is_blue

Rating: PG
Ship: Draco & Ginny
Canon: Books 1 - 4
Genre: Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 2,156 words in 1 chapter
Published: 22 Dec 2002
Last updated: 22 Dec 2002

‘ Have an amazingly perfect day.’ And she does. A short, fluffy fic about coming to realizations that the moments she is
most happy—are moments she cannot describe. Moments when true magic comes into play.

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/66/

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1. Let It Snow

A/N: Ah…fluff, this is. Pointless really, just some holiday fluff. I have a thing with snow, is all.

Disclaimer: I disclaim! I do not own Ginny, or Draco *sob * or Hogwarts…I don’t even own snow. Please don’t sue me.

Let It Snow…

The white, shimmering snow softly fell onto the barren ground, lightly grazing it, white dust appearing. How wonderful
days like these were. How perfect they seemed. Days when light, sweet snow fell outside just so, covering the roof tops
and ground, making it seem closer to Christmas, everything becoming so pretty, shining this way and that as the light
hit it.

On days like these, even the cold did no effect to them. Even the cold was tolerable. Sighing contently as she curled up
by the warm, crackling fireplace, she found she could not read. What did she expect anyhow? She never grew out of her
love for snow. Never. She could remember loving Christmas time ever since she was a small child back at home, surrounded
by her protective brothers, and her loving parents. A small smile managed to creep up her face as she remembered the
good times.

She sighed, her knuckles tapping on the hard wood impatiently, her feet dangling above the ground as she bit her lip,
trying not to stare out the window. But how could she resist, when an odd shiver went up her spine, as she looked that
way, seeing the wonderful snowflakes falling, imagining tasting one of them, shivering as they melted on her tongue.

How could she resist when her eyes glazed over each time as she stared out the window, wondering how something could
look so white, so pure, and so absolutely, wonderfully beautiful. She could not.

Letting out a whoosh of breath, she jumped out of the soft warm chair, abandoning the welcoming light and warmth of the
fire, and climbed bare-foot out of the portrait hole, still in her white nightgown, running toward the doors as fast as
she could.

The great doors were nearing now, and when she skidded to a stop in front of it, she let out a slight giggle, then burst
the great doors open, frowning with effort.

As she took in the beautiful scene in front of her, she let out a small gasp, a sign of her awe. The cold, inviting air
whooshed in, blowing her fiery red hair.

Without wasting another moment, she jumped outside, sighing as she felt the soft snow under her feet, promptly sticking
out her tongue, letting the sweet specks fall onto it. By now, quite a few inches of the wonderful substance had
accumulated, and there were no signs of relenting, much to Ginny’s delight.

Yelling freely, waving her arms about, she ran wildly about the flat land, spinning around, absolutely loving the
feeling of freshness that she got. It was the oddest feeling, it really was; the way she felt every winter. Every
winter, the first snow of the year would make her scream and jump around for joy, and it would seem as if she were a
child again.

Laughing softly to herself, she plopped down onto the ground, and covered herself with the cold snow, admiring the way
they glittered. Staring up at the clear gray sky, her eyes sparkled with true happiness, the way they could when they
appreciated the simple things in life.

Spreading out her arms, she waved them up and down, her legs doing the same. Then, jumping up, she admired the snow
angel she had made, giggling yet again. Letting out a loud sigh, she shivered once, staring off into the distance. What
was that in the distance?

She squinted, wondering if she was seeing right. For amid the whiteness, there was a dot, slowly nearing where she was
standing. It looked quite odd, a black dot in the middle of a white blizzard of snow.

Intrigued at who it was that dared to walk outside, alone in this cold day, she waited, all the while wondering who it
could be, and waited… and waited.

Slowly, he came into view, a tall boy with a heavy black coat, trudging tiredly down the path. As Ginny saw him shiver,
she couldn’t help but smile.

He was undoubtedly older than her, taller than her, but as to who he was; she could not see. But it did not matter.

“ Hello! Want to have a snowball fight?” she chirped happily, feeling cheery. Nothing, absolutely nothing could ruin her
day, and it seemed that the snow was so magical, it made her feel like she was not Ginny Weasley, the red headed shy
girl, but someone else, someone who did not constantly worry about what other people would think, and it made her feel
as if everything would be fine. So why not ask this stranger if he wanted to have some fun? It was, after all, all in
the spirit of this wonderful season.

Hearing the loud voice, the boy looked up, and when he did, his hat was blown off by the playful wind, revealing silver
blonde hair.

And as he looked up, she saw the most stunning gray eyes, standing out quite clearly apart from the snow, his porcelain
skin emanating a beautiful glow—Draco Malfoy. His eyes hardened at the voice, but when he found the source, his face
relaxed, and his eyes became softer, a small smirk upon his thin lips.

“Weasley.” He murmured, nodding once. A small rosy blush crept up the small girl’s cheek, feeling the worst
embarrassment. If she had known that the boy was Draco Malfoy, she would’ve kept her mouth shut. Now she felt merely
stupid, as well as crushed. Biting her lip, there was no smile upon her face now, only apprehension. Seeing the girl act
this way, his smirk widened.

“ I don’t bite, you know.” He teased amusedly, completely ignoring her foolish question; and for this, she was quite
grateful. Ginny let herself look up at the tall boy, and she smiled ever so shyly, looking like a small toddler smiling
shyly up at a stranger, apprehensive, but yet sweetly.

“ Aren’t you cold?” he asked, looking her up and down, then frowning slightly.

“ N-no…I’m fine…” she murmured, feeling her cheeks redden even more, at the simple words that he flung at her, simple,
but considerate.

“ Ah, I see.” was the only response she got. Then, nodding at her, he turned and headed for the great snow covered
castle, hands in his pockets, looking oddly lonely.

“ Shouldn’t you best be heading back now?” he threw over his shoulder. “ I’m sure the great git you call your brother
would not approve if you got a cold.”

Ginny, who up until now had felt only slight intimidation at the blonde boy, now felt a pang of annoyance. Of course, he
was right. Her brother would flip if he had known she had gone out into the cold, wearing nothing but a threadbare
nightgown.

“ Oh, didn’t know you cared, Malfoy.” She spat rather spitefully, then biting her lip, wondering if he had heard. But
since there was no change in his demeanor, and since he was still walking, she sighed and assumed he hadn’t.

“ I don’t care, not really.” He called nonchalantly, taking her by surprise, and making her blush again furiously,
wishing she had her mouth taped together. “ I just like to bring pain to others, by reminding them of things they’d
rather not think about.”

With this, he stopped, and turned around, his eyes half closed, staring down at her importantly. Another pang of
annoyance hit Ginny. Inching closer to Draco, she narrowed her eyes unattractively, and poked a finger in his chest.

“ I’m guessing that’s the sole reason of your existence, then?” she asked scathingly, surprised at her own daring. He
did not flinch.

“ Quite right you are. Smart girl.” He smirked nastily. Stepping even closer, Ginny purposely stepped on his shiny,
black shoes. Then, she laughed rather sadistically, unlike herself.

“Now I see why my brother hates you so much. You really are an annoying git.”

“ Git, I am, but I am not annoying. People fear me.” He protested thoughtfully. Ginny let out a frustrated cry. He was
so infuriating! Always so calm, never one to be affected by hurtful words. Was this why Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed
to hate him so much? Grumbling, Ginny roughly pushed him away from her.

“ Ugh, go stick your head in a dark hole, Malfoy, and stop ruining my perfect day!” She tried to walk past him, but was
stopped by his tall form. He stared down at her, looking taller than ever.

“ Oh, I’m sorry, dear Weasley. I’ve ruined your perfect day, eh?” Ginny merely glared.

“ Ah…there must be some way to make it perfect again.” He murmured, clearly mocking her.

“ No, there isn’t a way. Not now that I’ve seen your ugly face!” Ginny spat at him ferociously. Which was a lie, really,
calling him ugly, because the fact was-- he looked quite nice.

Arching a perfect dark blonde eyebrow, his face leaned closer to hers, his eyes glittering maliciously, dancing with
excitement.

“I think there is.” He whispered softly, before Ginny’s eyes fluttered close, and his warm lips covered her own. His
strong arms wrapped around hers, kissing her so softly, softer than she ever remembered the snow being, him tasting so
exotic, so sweet, so intriguing.

Their kiss was slow and easy, and although the passion there was undeniable, Ginny was hesitant; they both were, at what
they were doing. The slow hesitation made it taste even sweeter somehow; sweet and innocent.

There was magic in the air. Ginny felt her body flush with warmth, even as the cold wind blew in her hair, his hands
smoothing them back down, then stroking her cheek. They made her feel so warm and nice, but at the same time, sent
chills up her body, in a way that the cold or winter snow had never done.

It was all so sudden, without warning; but Ginny didn’t mind. She couldn’t mind. How could she, when she was savoring
every moment his lips touched hers? How could she have ever known that Draco Malfoy could seem so alluring? That he
could be the one to take her breath away? But before she had much time to ponder this, it was over. He pulled back,
gasping slightly for breath, gray eyes sparkling. Cocking his head slightly, flashing her a slight smile—a slight
breathtaking smile, he whispered softly, enticingly in her ear.

“ Have an amazingly perfect day.”

Then, with a slight smirk of triumph upon his pale face, he walked away toward the school, leaving Ginny Weasley in her
white nightgown, blushing furiously as she touched her tingling lips, eyes wide with surprise and delight.

Long after he had left, she stayed outside, the snow still falling, now loving it more than ever, as the magical powder
fell softly onto her hair, and then to the ground. She stayed out, smiling as she thought of her secret encounter with
the great Draco Malfoy, licking her lips as she thought of his eyes, and the way that they had looked at her, and
everything else about him, down to the way his pale hair glittered wonderfully in the light.

Somehow, after the short kiss, everything seemed to be much more beautiful and magical, and Christmas seemed even
closer.

Somehow, Draco Malfoy’s short kiss had done magic to Ginny’s heart, which was still, after an hour, beating just as
fast.

Giggling, she ran about freely once more, never once losing the tingle in her lips. She never once wondered why he had
kissed her. What did it matter? Perhaps it was simply the wonderful snow, working its magic, the holiday spirits up
high. Thinking of how such simple things could bring joy to her, she began singing softly: ‘…Let it snow, Let it snow,
Let it snow…’

A/N: ^_^
