Prompt – "The problem is," he said as he leant in, " if I kissed you, I don't think I'll be able to stop."
It was the night before Harry and Ginny's wedding, and all the family were at the Burrow for dinner to make final preparations.
The hen's and stag nights were over and done with two weeks ago, and Molly had made Percy promise to keep an eye on George for no funny business during the ceremony.
As Molly continued on her tirade and Hermione handed out sheets of parchment to everyone for their assigned roles the next day, Harry and Ginny took the opportunity to escape outside for some fresh air.
"Blimey, if this is what planning a wedding is like, I'm glad I'm only going to do this once," sighed Ginny, relaxing in Harry's arms.
"It hasn't been too bad," said Harry, thinking back to Easter, when they'd announced to the family that they wanted a July wedding, immediately sending Molly, Hermione and Fleur into organisational heaven (or hell, depending on your viewpoint).
Harry and Ginny were happy to let them do it; she was busy with the end of the season for the Harpies, and Harry was caught up in a couple of big cases. To their delight, the three ladies had planned an intimate ceremony and a fun party after, and just needed clarification on very few details.
"You haven't been here the last twenty four hours," reminded Ginny. " Mum's gone into overdrive with the planning, while Dad looks at me like he's going to cry."
Harry rested his chin on the top of her head.
"He's been waiting for this moment since you were born, I reckon," he said.
"Yeah," she agreed softly. She looked out over the grounds of the Burrow; how different it would look this time tomorrow.
" In twenty four hours, we'll be married," she realised, turning to him.
He shook his head. "In twenty hours we'll be married, in twenty four we'll be on our way to pissed."
She snorted. "You're going to get pissed at our wedding? You do know you have certain...duties to attend to when we leave the reception, don't you?"
He leaned down so their foreheads were touching; green eyes locked on brown.
"Kiss me," she urged.
Amused, he shook his head, standing taller, and checking his watch.
" I should probably go soon. According to Hermione's list, I need to check my suit isn't crinkled, and my shoes are polished before I go to bed at ten to get a good night sleep."
"Bollocks to Hermione...kiss me," she said.
He shook his head. " I can't."
"Why not, what's the problem?" she asked.
"The problem is," he said, as he leant in again, " if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop. And if I don't stop, I'll just take you home with me, and then Molly will kill me."
"Not to mention Hermione," she laughed, her hands circling his waist. " I'm sure kidnapping with intent to snog and shag are definitely not on your list!"
His eyes blazed green. "After tomorrow, nobody can keep us apart for anything. You'll be my wife!"
"And you, my husband." she nodded. "You won't be the only Potter around here anymore."
He held her to him, her head was pressed against his chest and she could feel his heart beating fast.
" I love you so much," she whispered, " you make me so happy."
"Gin," he said, voice full of emotion, " I can't begin to tell you how much I love you."
"Then kiss me," she urged, looking up at him.
And he did.