Grass
He always loved grass. It reminds him of sunny afternoons on the Quidditch Pitch and Lily Evans.
One of his first and favourite memories of grass is when he was in first year and Lily Evans was angry with him for hexing Snape. What surprised him most was that she didn't use her wand to get even with him. She curled her hand into a fist and punched him right in the face. She then continued to tackle him to the ground. When he got up, he had grass stains on his uniform.
As he looks at the beautiful red head sitting beside him six years later he chuckles remembering that day. She asks him what is so funny and he tells her. She apologizes and he says that he should be the one apologizing. She laughs brushing it off and pushes him back onto the grass under the beech tree...the same place where the fight took place...
And when her lips meet his in a heady kiss, he thinks that maybe, this is his favourite memory of grass...and that his first encounter is now in second place.
A/N: This was a oneshot/drabble on its own before, but it made more sense to move it in here because it is a drabble collection.