"I love watching you love the snow, Granger." Draco laughed, raising a gloved hand to smooth away the snow that had caught on her face before he’d cast the weather shielding charm. "Are you certain you’re alright coming to the Manor, Hermione? I would understand if you’d prefer to stay with Potter and Weasley. You don’t exactly have pleasant memories of my ancestral home." Daco’s brow furrowed and Hermione reached up to bring his lips down to hers in a soft kiss. 