Dramione Snippets

The first Snowfall

The soft glow of the firelight flickered across the common room, casting shadows on the stone walls of Hogwarts. It was a quiet evening, the castle cloaked in the serene stillness that only winter could bring. Outside, the first snowfall of the season had begun, the soft flakes drifting gently from the sky, blanketing the ground in a fresh layer of white.

Hermione Granger sat by the window, her chin resting in her hand as she gazed out at the snow-covered grounds. She'd always loved the first snowfall of the year. There was something magical about it—the way the world seemed to slow down, as if it were holding its breath for something wonderful to happen.

A soft cough behind her broke the silence, and Hermione turned to find Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. He was dressed in his usual black robes, though his hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd just stepped outside.

"What are you staring at, Granger?" he asked, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her own lips. "The snow. It's beautiful, don't you think?"

Draco's eyes softened as he stepped closer, standing beside her and looking out the window. "I suppose it is," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Though I can't say I've ever really paid much attention to it before."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really? You've never noticed the first snowfall?"

He shrugged. "I've had other things on my mind."

She studied him for a moment, wondering if that was his way of admitting that he'd never really taken the time to appreciate the simple things. The thought made her heart ache a little. Draco Malfoy was complicated, and while she had seen the glimpses of kindness he was capable of, he still carried the weight of his past.

But today was different.

"Come on," she said suddenly, standing up and pulling him by the sleeve of his robe. "You're going to help me make the most of it."

Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "Make the most of it?"

"Yes!" Hermione grinned. "We're going outside. I've got something planned."

Before Draco could protest, she was already pulling him toward the door. He stumbled slightly, but then, with a reluctant chuckle, he allowed her to lead him out into the cold corridor.

The snow was falling heavier now, blanketing the grounds in thick layers. Hermione and Draco stood in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by tall, dark trees and the soft, powdery snow. Hermione grinned, her cheeks flushed from the cold, as she held out a handful of snow.

"I'm going to make a snowman," she declared with a determined gleam in her eye.

Draco stared at her in disbelief. "A snowman? Granger, you're insane."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," she shot back, already rolling a large ball of snow across the ground.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then smirked. "Fine. But I'm not going to help you with your ridiculous snowman. I have better things to do."

But despite his words, Draco couldn't seem to stop glancing over at Hermione as she laughed, clearly enjoying herself. He watched as she carefully placed the snowman's head on top of the body, then used twigs for arms and a carrot for a nose. She was so focused on her work that she didn't even notice when Draco approached her with a small pile of snow in his hands.

Before she could react, Draco lightly tapped her on the shoulder, and when she turned around, he lobbed a snowball directly at her. It hit her square in the chest, and she gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh, you're in for it now, Malfoy," Hermione said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

A snowball fight quickly erupted, with Draco and Hermione laughing and dodging the snowballs they threw at each other. For the first time in months, Hermione felt lighthearted and carefree, her usual worries slipping away as she played in the snow with Draco. His earlier aloofness had disappeared, replaced with a playful energy she'd never expected to see from him.

Finally, after several minutes of playful chaos, they both collapsed in the snow, breathless and laughing, their clothes covered in snowflakes.

Draco wiped a stray snowflake from his brow, glancing at Hermione with a fond smile. "I have to admit, Granger, this was... actually fun."

Hermione chuckled, her heart soaring with happiness. "See? I told you."

She turned her head to face him, her breath coming in little puffs of mist in the cold air. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the distance between them suddenly feeling small and insignificant.

Draco's gaze softened, and without saying a word, he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Hermione's face. She froze, her heart beating loudly in her chest. The touch was gentle, warm, and unexpectedly tender.

"Thanks for making me do this," Draco said quietly, his voice a little hushed. "I needed it."

Hermione smiled, feeling something shift inside of her. "I think we both did."

And in that moment, surrounded by the fresh snowfall and the warmth of their shared laughter, Hermione realized that maybe—just maybe—Draco Malfoy wasn't as lost as he thought. There was still hope for him, for them, and for whatever this was between them.

As they stood up, brushing the snow off their robes, Draco offered her his hand with a smirk. "Ready to build that snowman properly now?"

Hermione laughed, taking his hand. "I thought you'd never ask."