Seasons
The emerald-green hills surrounding the Burrow rolled under the vast sky, their vibrant color a testament to the arrival of spring. Harry and Ginny strolled hand in hand, their steps light and carefree. The scent of blooming flowers and the cheerful chirping of magical creatures filled the air.
As they reached a secluded spot overlooking the picturesque landscape, Harry pulled Ginny closer, a content smile on his face. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Ginny gazed at the green expanse before them, her eyes reflecting the same admiration. "Absolutely. Spring suits the Burrow."
Harry nodded, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "Just like you suit every season of my life."
Ginny giggled, a blush tinting her cheeks. "Smooth, Potter."
"Don't you forget it, Weasley." Harry chuckled. It wasn't often he made Ginny blush like this. When he did, it was always worth it.