Harry enjoyed sitting on the bench in the garden. As the snowflakes came down, they outlined the plants, adding enchantment to the evening.
Harry felt, more than heard, Severus come up behind him.
"Remember that night?" Harry asked.
"That was a long time ago," Severus replied, sitting next to Harry. He cast a warming charm over both of them.
Harry took Severus' hand, twining their fingers together. "You proposed to me on a night like this."
"I was... concerned that you might leave," Severus admitted. "I felt the need to... entice you to stay."
"Awww," Harry cooed. "That's still sweet." He leaned in for a small kiss. "But I wasn't going anywhere by then."
"I was not as confident in your affection at that point," Severus said softly.
"I think when I climbed in your lap and made our clothes disappear, that you got the idea," Harry grinned.
"We haven't done that in a while," Severus smirked.
"Not sure my knees are up to it," Harry admitted ruefully. "Although, if we put down a couple of cushioning charms..."
"We have a nice, warm bed inside," Severus brought Harry closer for a kiss. "I think we could make do with that."