you and hermione were tucked in a quiet corner of the library, notebooks spread out across the wooden table, quills scratching softly. Outside, snow swirled in slow, lazy spirals, caught in shafts of pale sunlight that made the castle towers glow faintly. You were in low-rise bell-bottom jeans and a knitted jumper, Hermione in a similar soft ensemble. Other years were dotted around the library, quills in hands and heads in textbooks.

a rustle of footsteps echoed between the shelves and before you could glance up, Ron’s hand found Hermione’s, warm and firm, while Harry’s hand brushed against yours, tugging gently.

”come on” harry said quietly, his voice soft but edged with that familiar urgency. ”everyone’s headed out to the Three Broomsticks.”

you quickly got out your wand and muttered a spell to clear your books away as hermione did the same before following ron. Outside, the snow wasn’t just white—it seemed almost enchanted, sparkling like tiny stars as it drifted down, brushing over the cobblestones. Footsteps crunched in the snow, leaving trails that lingered for a few heartbeats before curling away like smoke.

the walk to Hogsmeade was quiet, filled with little magical moments you barely noticed until they were gone: a snowflake that hovered in midair, turning slowly before melting in your palm, and faint streaks of light that traced Harry’s footprints, vanishing moments after he stepped forward. Conversation flowed lazily, soft jokes about homework and the cold, hermione and ron giggling ahead, their breaths misting in the air, your shoulders brushing against harry’s arm as you walked.

The Three Broomsticks glowed invitingly, windows fogged with warmth and the smell of roasting meats and butterbeer curling into the air like a charm. Inside, the low hum of magic was everywhere: candles floating above the tables, their flames flickering in soft blues and greens, and a faint shimmer in the air whenever a spell was whispered under a patron’s breath.

hermione and ron scurried off to claim a table, fingers entwined as always, while harry held your lower waist to guide you to the counter. He knew what you wanted before you could glance, ordering your drinks with a quiet, confident ease. he leaned with one hand against the counter as his other hand remained on your waist.