'taffy blouses and matching cheeks'
IMAGINE, your in the mid of winter, the suns glow is duller than ever and the streets are becoming more squalor with snow with each passing second. With all the Siberian wind and wintry weather hogsmade isn't struck with throngs of people at this time of year; so you and your beloved, Hermione, have decided to enjoy a day together.
"How has your bright mind been coping at school so far?" You complemented.
"Rather fine," Hermione blushes, taking a sip from her Butterbeer, "and you?"
You giggle. "Oh my, there's something above your lip, you've left some Butterbeer up there."
"Oh." Hermione flushes an even deeper wine, while hastily wiping the excess Butterbeer off with her sleeve.
"Don't be embarrassed, my love." You coo, leaning against the table.
"I'm not embarrassed." She disagrees, "I'm just- okay I'm maybe a little embarrassed."
You hum softly, quaffing your Butterbeer down. "Well, then, we better be getting back, it's becoming dark."