NO! I demand that you write a Part B. Total opposite of this one.
Hermione asks which season Harry hates the most, and he can't figure out which one. It's not Fall, because that's when he defeated Voldemort, ensuring Draco's safety and avenging deaths everywhere. It's not Summer, because that's when Draco and Harry got married and announced that to everyone that their love was forever. And with Spring came their twins, a little boy with bright green eyes and the smartest baby you ever met... and a little girl, with Papa's silver eyes and Daddy's messy hair and the wickedest, most Slytherinest attitude you ever did meet.
And winter? Harry could never hate winter, because with winter comes Christmas, one of the happiest holidays of his life, because now he has a family and somebody who loves him....
See? Your story is cool and all, but I need my fluff. =)
I call for a ReWrite!!!
Hermione asks which season Harry hates the most, and he can't figure out which one. It's not Fall, because that's when he defeated Voldemort, ensuring Draco's safety and avenging deaths everywhere. It's not Summer, because that's when Draco and Harry got married and announced that to everyone that their love was forever. And with Spring came their twins, a little boy with bright green eyes and the smartest baby you ever met... and a little girl, with Papa's silver eyes and Daddy's messy hair and the wickedest, most Slytherinest attitude you ever did meet.
And winter? Harry could never hate winter, because with winter comes Christmas, one of the happiest holidays of his life, because now he has a family and somebody who loves him....
See? Your story is cool and all, but I need my fluff. =)