Their tale began with spring, the new bursts of life. Followed by the scorching heat of summer, the melancholy of autumn and the endearing sense of winter.

Hermione decides to play some mad game of Scrabble with the Boy-who-Lived.

He was, and is still the source of Hermione's magic, and she believes that nothing will ever change that.

Hermione saw something that made her cry. Harry comes to the rescue of course. Confessions are made. It's H/Hr and sappy too! What more can you possibly want?