"You'd think people would have better things to talk about." Ginny said, regarding their relationship in the shade of the peach tree. The breeze from the lake carried in a particularly nice scent. It was a woody breeze, full of contrast, rising up to bring in the smell of the daises that few in the forest.
"Yeah, yeah, three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask you if I really have a hippogriff tattooed to my chest." Harry quoted from beside her, grinning while her hands tickled his sides. He laughed, a sound she cherished, especially in moments like these. Ginny tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, lying back to let the heat of the afternoon sun warm her skin.
Harry positioned himself beside her, propping his head up on his elbow. Ginny closed her eyes as Harry began to trace her cheek with the tips of his fingers. She sighed, for the gesture was so small, so minute, but very caring and gentle at the same time. Harry's hand drifted to the back of her head and brought her lips to meet his in a very tender kiss.
"I have to say," Ginny murmured against his mouth, "That is far more interesting than three dementor attacks." Harry smiled against her kiss, his fingers drawing back and forth on her jaw line. Ginny laid a hand on the back of his neck, her fingers etching small circles into his skin as he kissed her.
"I'm glad you picked me," Harry mumbled, his hand brushing the hair back from her forehead.
"I've always picked you." Ginny replied simply.
"But I didn't always choose you. Not at first." He said, his gaze intense but soft on her chocolate brown eyes.
Ginny chuckled. "I thought you, of all people, would know that life isn't about 'at first's' or 'what if's.' It's about now. It'll always be about now." Ginny kissed him again, this time her lips a little more forceful. Harry dragged his hand down her side and rested it on her waist somewhat possessively.
"Miss Weasley, when did you become so wise?" He mused, Ginny sat up, leaning back on the palms of her hands. Harry straightened his glasses and put his head on her chest. He positioned himself so that his ear was pressed against her heart, listening toe each beat, one right after the other.
Ginny looked down at him. He was The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, the person destined to defeat the Dark Lord. But to her, he was Harry. That's all he was ever going to be. Just Harry.
Maybe Ginny didn't mind that so much.
Ginny let herself fall back into the soft grass, Harry still lying like he was. The sun was amiable today, reflecting off the lake perfectly. The subtle wind helped the waves lap over the shore. She inhaled the sweet scent of flowers again, her hand tangling his hair. They were content to just lie there for the rest of the day and well into the night, maybe to marvel in the stars.
Harry brought Ginny out of her daze with the movement of his head. He looked up at her, grinning that boyish grin. They sat up once more, her hand moving to the base of his neck and pulling him closer. His grin faded into a small smile as she kissed him, her lips working with her tongue to reassure him of anything she possibly could. He kissed her back with everything he could give her, his hands moving to the small of her back and into her long hair.
"Yes," he agreed, "Far more interesting—," Ginny laughed and cut him off with her lips once more, her smile evident as she gave Harry Potter everything worth living for.