Down by the Lake by Luvscharlie
Harry had never known this kind of happiness. The weather outside echoed his sunny disposition as he grabbed Ginny's hand and tugged her down to that special spot beside the lake where the bushes shielded them from prying eyes one direction and the Giant Squid seemed to always know when to make an appearance that blocked the view from the other. (That may well have had something to do with the fact that Harry always sneaked things from his breakfast to give the squid a bit more of an incentive to show up.)
The world outside the walls of Hogwarts was as dismal as it had been at the start of term… even more so, if the truth be told. But inside the gates that surrounded the school, with the sun shining brightly overhead and Ginny close at his side it was easy to pretend that none of the ugly of the world existed. In here there was beauty; in here there was Ginny, and that was where Harry belonged… for now. The ugly would come soon enough, and he knew that.
Free periods were Harry's favourite part of the day. Free periods that Ginny also had free were Harry's very favourite part of the day, for they always resulted in groping hands and sloppy kisses.
He plopped down on the ground and pulled her down with him. The squid glided across the lake with a swan's grace, if not its beauty. Harry tossed it a piece of toast and it took up its post as sentry.
"You know, I think it knows its job," Ginny said with a grin taking off her shoes, just as he did and burying her toes in the lush grass by the lake's edge.
"It certainly knows where the toast is," Harry concurred, as one of the squid's tentacles stretched toward his pocket. He conceded and handed over the remainder of the toast when a swat of the tentacle did nothing to dissuade their stalwart guard.
Harry reclined on his elbows, the warmth of the sun felt divine on his face. He wondered if anything could feel as wonderful, and then Ginny touched him and the sun paled in comparison to the feel of her hands on his skin, her lips on his, her voice in his ear urging him forward when he'd gone as far as she'd allowed in times past.
When Harry hesitated to cross the invisible boundary lines that had been there during their prior snogging sessions, Ginny had unfastened his trousers and guided him to her. His world had exploded in a multitude of colours and spasms as their tongues intertwined and Harry dug his toes into the dampness of the earth.
His world had changed that day. He'd thought he cared about Ginny before, but it had been impossible to call it anything but what it was thereafter; it was love unlike anything he had felt before.
Sitting in a cold tent, listening to Ron and Hermione bicker, he longed to feel that sunshine on his face, and Ginny's touch upon his skin. The thought of getting back to her was all that kept him going on nights like this.
Fin.
A/N: Originally written for a Harry/Ginny fan's birthday with the prompts of toes and tongues