"You have nice skin," said Harry, lazily tracing patterns on his fiancée's arm. Fiancée. That's a nice word.
"Really, Potter? Is that the best you can come up with?" Ginny teased.
"No, really. Its all soft and pretty. Like you," he said, "And freckly. I love your freckles."
"What are you d...?" She laughed.
He was kissing her arm. Repeatedly.
"Are you - ? That tickles, Harry!"
"I'm kissing your freckles." Wasn't it obvious?
"Oh, of course, I should have known. That's not strange at all," she said.
"I'm going to kiss every one of your freckles."
"All of them? We could be here a very long time."
"I'm alright with that."
"Strangely, so am I," she said as she cuddled closer to her fiancé.
Fiancé. That's a nice word.