The weather is, to say the least, absolutely horrendous. It's the sort of weather where Draco would normally not be caught dead outside, not even with heaps of Warming Charms laced through every fibre of his being. But every now and then, sacrifices must be made.

Scorpius wasn't due home from school for another week or so, but while the small child was away, the parents had to play. That was the one good thing about boarding school - they had a bit of time to themselves. Sure, Draco missed his son horribly, and had a tendency to complain quietly when he only got three letters in a week instead of five, but he also loved the ample opportunity to spend intimate moments with his wife.

Or, on the flip side, the absolutely ridiculous moments. Like right now.

Really, only one person could get him to brave what was probably turning into a blizzard just for a snowball fight, and it was her. He loved her for it. Among other things, obviously, but this was definitely one of them.

He rubbed his gloved hands together again, trying to warm them slightly through before he snagged one of his snowballs from the pile. Visibility was down, but he'd manage. At least her hair was dark against the snowfall; he'd be fine. "Ready?"