Harry and Ginny are spring. Spring days at Hogwarts. Lazy afternoons spent skiving off homework, sitting under the big tree by the black lake. Watching the giant squid curl it’s tentacles and tossing it bits of toast in between snogging and whispered conversations.
Harry and Ginny are summer. Summer days at the Burrow. Happy afternoons degnoming the garden, laughing and talking, hot and sweaty. Playing two-a-side Quidditch, and staying out flying long after everyone else has gone inside, racing each other. Summer sunsets and lazy kisses.
James and Lily are fall. Leaves with swirling colors and long walks around the village in the chilly air. A red and gold scarf wrapped around them both. Whispers in each other’s ears, warm breath.
James and Lily are winter. Thick blankets of snow, flakes falling outside the window. A warm, crackling fire in the grate. Soft blankets thrown over them both on the couch, and two hot cups of tea. Laughs and snuggles and long kisses.
