"Why are you outside? It's freezing!"
"I've always liked the snow and cold," Harry replied and jumped down from the boulder he had been on. His hair was dotted with snowflakes and wild from the strong wind and there was a thin layer of ice on his coat.
"You will get sick!"
"Don't worry, you will keep me warm."
"That's not how these things work," Fleur pointed out, to which Harry merely raised an eyebrow.
"So you can't summon a fireball with your thoughts alone?"
"Do you want me to burn you?"
"No, I have a better idea," Harry replied and pulled her into a hug.
"Argh, you are cold, and wet!"
"And yet, here you are, keeping me warm."
Fleur merely rolled her eyes in return, but her smile said more than a thousand words.