Everything had changed this winter. Two years ago if you told me that I would have accepted a date with James bloody Potter, would be fretting over the date and most of all would actually be looking forward to it! Then I am sorry to say this but you would be in St Mungo's. And if you told me that I actually like winter now then that would just be the cherry on the cake!
But times change; people change.
Who would've thought I am getting all worked up about a date with James Potter! Trust me nobody is more surprised than I am. And that is saying something, news travels fast in Hogwarts. The next day the whole school knew that I accepted a date with James.
I am looking forward to it though, I really am. It is snowing again, this would've been a complaint before but I have grown to like the snow. I pick out what to wear, nothing too fancy but nothing too casual either. I decide that it isn't going to matter that much as it is snowing so I just find a thick pair of dress robes and let my hair fall to my sides.
As I make my way to the Great Hall I spot James and I can see that he has spotted me as the rest of the marauders are leaving him which rarely happens.
"Good day m'lady!"
He has obviously practiced how to greet me; he would never just say that out of the blue.
"Don't call me m'lady again," I say chuckling softly.
"Fine, let's go! I have planned this day so it is perfect," he takes my hand and we run to Hogsmede.
"We aren't going to Madam Puddifoot's are we?" I hate that place; it is too pink for my taste.
"Nope, trust me, today is going to be perfect."
"Then tell me where we are going?"
"No, now close your eyes."
"But I don't–"
"Come on."
"Fine.," I surrender as I cover my eyes.
We walk some more until he finally lets me see again. The place, there is no other way to describe it, is perfect. It is like we are in one giant snow globe. There is an old tree with twisted branches and at the end of each branch it opens up like a hand where all the snow is gathered. Underneath the tree is untouched snow, covering all the grass. In the distance there is a frozen lake which again is perfect, no cracks, no nothing, just a smooth ice lake.
"James," I breathed, "it's beautiful!"
"I told you that today would be per- oomph!" he falls head-first into the snow ruining the fact that it is untouched, I guess the place was bit too perfect. everything needs imperfections.
"You were saying?" I ask him raising an eyebrow as he gets up wiping snow off his glasses, trying to look like he did it on purpose but I can tell that he is embarrassed.
"Well what is perfect without a bit of fun?" and with that he chucked a snowball at me.
So there we are in a place that could be mistaken for heaven, messing it all up by having a snowball fight and we both act like it is perfectly normal.
After our war we sit under the tree but because James sits down first all the snow from the "branches hands" fall down on him. He takes no notice which makes the situation even funnier and I can't help but giggle uncontrollably. He pulls me underneath the tree so I am sitting in his lap and throws snow on my head as well.
"There! Now we match." He says winking at me.
He brushes some snow off my nose and gazes at me moving closer until I meet him halfway for our first kiss.
Ironic isn't it? Winter used to be my least favourite season and I used to hate the snow. But now Winter is my favourite season and I think there is no other type of nature better than the snow.
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