Walks
Ginny was bundled up in her warm winter robes. She and Dean were walking back from Hogsmeade in the snow. Dean grabbed her gloved hand in his mitten covered ones. Ginny smiled up at him and swung her bag by her side.
"What do you think Ron and Hermione will think of the prank?" She asked Dean.
"No clue," He said, "But it is about time that those two dealt with the issue."
"Hermione will not appreciate being stuck to Ron."
"Who cares," he said kissing the top of her head.
"Not me," she said as she set the bag down and grabbed some of the freshly fallen snow.
"Ginny," Dean said warily, "just what are you planning on doing with that snow?"
"Do you honestly think that I would tell you, Darling?" she asked smugly.
"I was thinking the rules of fair play be in order."
"Fred and George are my favorite brothers, so what is this 'fair play'?" her brown eye's twinkled as she asked him.
"Ginny."
"What's the matter, Dean," she taunted, "scared of a little, harmless, girl."
"Harmless," he scoffed, "and I don't think you're that little."
Dean bent down and kissed Ginny. Ginny returned the kiss and while she wrapped her arms around his waist she dropped the snow.
Ginny broke the kiss breathless and looked up into Dean's brown eyes.
She smiled at him and picked up her bag. She started to walk back towards Hogwarts. Dean grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. He draped an arm around her shoulders. Ginny's free arms snaked around his waist.
"You are wonderful kisser, Dean" Ginny smiled up at her boyfriend.
"Couldn't do it with out you," he grinned.
The end