Prompt 5
"Unless I screw this up, I'm going to marry you." "Well, you better not mess this up."
Harry watched Ginny pull her sports bag over her shoulder, the sun just barely starting to push over the horizon.
Ginny turned to him and smirked.
"Unless I screw this up, I'm going to marry you."
Harry laughed and moved from his position on the bed and pulled her into him.
"Well, you better not mess this up." He kissed her softly. "Your mum would be mighty put out if all of her planning and preparing was for naught."
"Merlin, save us from that," Ginny laughed and pushed up to kiss him deeper, her fingers moving to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. "That would be scarier than losing today."
"Win or lose, I'm marrying you in one month, Gin." Harry kissed along her jaw to the spot behind her ear that always made her melt into him and sigh in that breathy way that was all his.
"I know, but can we hope you're marrying a Quidditch champion and not the runner up?"
Harry chuckled, sliding fabric away for the feeling of her skin beneath his fingers.
"The game's in the bag, Gin."