Disclaimer: I am merely a lowly follower of JKR.
Notes: Written for challenge100's Challenge #55 - I feel it in the wind.
The wind whipped Hermione’s hair around into an even more hideous mess than usual, and she brushed it briskly out of her face with frustration. She shivered from the cold and rubbed her arms, regretting again that she had forgotten her cloak up in the tower.
She started at a sudden heaviness on her shoulders, and looked with confusion at the overlarge cloak she was now wearing. She recognized it as Ron’s. She looked up at him, but he wasn’t looking at her.
His cheeks were nearly as red as his hair, but it was probably just the biting wind.