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02 January 2007 @ 11:10 pm
LATE, LATE: Week 3 for F.T. Elves  
Title: Snow Fall
For: F. T. Elves
Ship: Hermione/Bill
Words: 193
Week Three Prompt: White Christmas
Warnings: None

She shouldn't have yelled.

She shouldn't have yelled and she shouldn't have taken her bad mood out on him. It wasn't as if he'd done anything wrong, or even anything at all. He hadn't been the one to tell her she was being transferred to a position 'upstairs' -- Ministry double-talk for anything not in Mysteries. He hadn't been the one to send her an autographed picture of himself and Harry at the latest Quidditch Players Association ball, complete with lovely dates and the holiday equivalent of 'wish you were here, but we're having so much fun without you'.

Hermione was tired, cranky, and feeling left out of life.

Bill was just a convenient target.

She hadn't really expected him to be able to do anything about the unseasonably warm weather when she had snapped out "What's the point of a Christmas that isn't white?"

She hadn't really expected to feel any better when he dragged her outside, despite the strong, warm arms wrapped about her.

Still, when he waved his wand and the first flakes of snow began falling just over their house, she couldn't help but remember why she loved him.


The rest up shortly. Sorry for being such a putz and posting so late. =)
(Anonymous) on January 3rd, 2007 04:22 am (UTC)
I'm sure to forgive you, and after THAT?