Interlude in the pool
by tabula rasa
AN: this was inspired by DeeDeeINFJ's "Finding Lily" over at sugarquill.net.
If you haven't read it yet - do so now! It's absolutely lovely. :)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the wonderful creation of JKR.
They're not mine and never will be. heavy sigh No money is being made
and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Oh, and the swimming pool I'm referring to here is the Granger's pool and is
entirely owned by DeeDeeINFJ, who I hope doesn't mind my borrowing it. :)
They are in the pool again, mercilessly splashing each other with water
and trying to dunk the other. They're having a wonderful time, full of laughter
and carelessness. Ginny is just as relentless as her brothers, and Harry is having
a hard time fighting back, but in the end he is victorious. She's trapped in his
arms, gasping for air, laughing freely and shouting: "Alright, you've won,
I give up!"
Suddenly Harry notices just how close they are (she's in his arms, after all), and
how very much he likes the feeling of her being pressed up against him. It's very
nice to have her so close. Being with her is very nice. She is very nice - no, more
than nice. She's beautiful and radiant and sweet and wonderful - and the way she's
gazing up at him now, with mirth in her shining brown eyes, and those cute dimples
in her cheeks while she's smiling broadly at him - it makes him feel all fluttery inside.
He simply can't stop himself from lowering his face to hers, and tentatively pressing
his mouth to her mouth, tasting that smile and those full lips of hers. It's only a short
little nip, the briefest touch, really. But it's enough to send electric shocks through his
body and make his lips tingle.
She doesn't seem to mind this action, and he really wants to kiss her again, so he does
exactly that, only a little bit longer this time. They separate again, looking at each other
breathlessly, and this time, it's Ginny who draws him back into a kiss. They completely
forget about their surroundings - all that counts is the contact of their lips and the way
they are pressed up against each other. He vaguely registers Ginny's arms going around
his neck, her hands sinking into the hopeless mess that is his hair. His arms go around her
waist, his hands spreading on her back, drawing small circles on her skin and pulling her
ever closer. They finally have to break apart to catch their breath, trembling, still holding
on to each other, making the water ripple gently around them.
Ginny is the first to regain her voice. "Wow."
Harry lets out a laugh. "Yeah, you could say that."
They both laugh breathlessly, then they somber up, gazing at each other in wonder, delight
and unsure curiosity.
"What happens now?" Ginny ventures softly.
Harry gazes back at her. "I don't know. But I know that I liked what's happened just now."
She smiles at that, her gaze automatically drawn to his lips. "Me too."
Harry's heart is thudding like mad in his chest. "So... d'you think we could... do that again?"
He's embarrassed at how his voice cracks at that question, but soon forgets his embarrassment
when Ginny drifts closer. "Well..." she breathes, her hands moving over his shoulders, her face
impossibly near to his, her gaze fixed on his lips again. Harry can feel himself gulp, his own gaze
torn between her bottomless, shining eyes and her full, quite kissable lips. "I reckon you'll have
to catch me, first." she grins at him devilishly. He has just one moment to process this sudden
turn of events before she pushes him under water again, then swiftly disappears out of his
reach, laughing impishly. As soon as he has regained his breath again, he goes after her.
"Oh, just you wait, Ms. Weasley - you're gonna pay for that!"
They break out into a ferocious waterfight again, full of squeals, laughter and only interrupted
for stolen kisses, and Harry decides that it's a beautiful day to be alive.
End
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