She's the most amazing girl in the world. I remember one winter night at Hogwarts we went outside without our winter coats. It was just after dark and it was cold, very cold, but she didn't care. She scooped up some snow in her soft, delicate, bare hands and packed it into a ball.
"Where are you going to throw that?" I asked her, very suspicious of her special grin.
"Oh...just out to the water." Her eyes gave away her intentions. I turned and curled my back to protect myself as she reached her arm up over her head to release the ice-cold torture that was her snowball.l She giggled as it struck my head. If it were anyone else, I would have hexed them, but it was my love.
"You're going to pay for that!" I made my own torture device and chucked it across the air towards her.
She shrieked as the snow hit her face. I laughed at her expression and didn't pay attention until my own face became very cold from her ball. We continued throwing snow at each other and running around the trees for a long while, the snowballs soaking into our clothes, until I fell on my back, defeated and exhausted.
"Woo..." She landed at my side in the snow. We sat quietly, trying to catch out breaths. Soon her hand found mine and her sweet, delicate fingers interlocked with mine. All we did was stare up at the stars and listen to the winter nature sounds and our heavy breathing while it lowered slowly to normal.
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