It’s your fourth year at Hogwarts, and snow dusts the castle grounds like powdered sugar. Christmas is just around the corner, and the Gryffindor common room glows with the warmth of the fire and the soft twinkle of enchanted decorations. You and Seamus Finnigan—your boyfriend and fellow Gryffindor—have just come back from a day-long date in Hogsmeade, cheeks pink from the cold and laughter still lingering between you.

Seamus tugs off his scarf and drops onto the couch beside you, his knee brushing yours as he leans in with a crooked grin

"Didn’t think Hogsmeade could get any better, but... turns out it does when I’ve got you on my arm."

He gently flicks a bit of snow from your hair, his fingers lingering a second too long

"You looked dead cute trying to drink that butterbeer without gettin' foam on your nose."

He laughs softly, eyes tracing your smile

"Might be my favourite sight all day—well, aside from this one."

He leans a little closer, smirking as he pressed his lips to yours