AN: Thursday. The T-Rating is applied.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: The Reasons Why: Thursday

Word Count: 550

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Thursday

Halley curled herself against her boyfriend, sighing happily. There was a downpour happening outside, so that made it the perfect weather to curl up in bed and just relax. "I like these rainy days."

"Me, too." Gabriel kissed the top of her head. They were laying on their bed, resting in each other's arms. "These are the moments that I wish could stay like this forever."

"Mhm." The constant drumming of the rain overhead was making her sleepy. She pulled the afghan tighter around them, now wanting to sleep. Through her dulling senses she could feel one of his hands moving up her thigh. "Gabriel, let me rest first. Not all of us have the stamina of professional Quidditch players."

He stopped. "Do school players count?"

She lightly kicked his shin for that.

Gabriel then hummed a tune that he heard from the wireless and positioned himself so that he was spooned against her back. He lightly traced invisible patterns on her bare skin. "I thought of another one."

Halley groaned. "What is it this time?"

Gabriel moved his hand to her front and slowly stated to go downwards. "Seeing that we just had—"

"That?" Shocked at where this was going, Halley quickly rolled over to face him. "You're honestly going to say…"

He nodded innocently. "I'm a healthy, red-blooded wizard. Can you blame me?"

"Yes. Go find something else to rave about."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and surveyed the woman next to him to find another physical aspect that he loved. He took her left hand and ran a thumb over the carved words. "Scars."

Halley jerked back. "I love you, but now I think you've gone off the bend, here."

He looked at her with a serious glint in his eyes. "Each one cost something, each one has a meaning, and they show that you can survive anything." He kissed the ones on her hand. "You're a survivor, Potter. And that makes you bloody sexy in my eyes."

Halley started to believe that when he began to kiss each old injury she gained. Her mind went blissfully blank as his lips moved over her skin. Gabriel brushed the hair back from her forehead, and traced the lighting bolt scar with a finger before leaning over to give her another lingering kiss.

Maybe this complimenting thing isn't so bad after all, shethought.