A/N: My name is not JKR. I am simply playing with her characters.
Harry couldn't remember the last time they had all had such a great time. Perhaps at the Quidditch World Cup before the death eaters had arrived.
Ginny knew that Harry was enjoying himself. He might never admit it to anyone, but she knew he had never had many chances to simply have fun.
The Weasley's had taught Harry how to swim in this very pond several years prior when Harry would come to stay for the summer. Swimming in the dark with him had made her self conscious in past years, but never had she had the thoughts she did this time around. She finally gave up knowing that ever since she was a little girl she had been charmed by Harry Potter, and she instinctively knew nothing would change. She could date a hundred guys and she would always be drawn, sometimes against her own better judgment, back to Harry.
"Care to race me Gin," Harry questioned cheekily.
"You're on. What do I get when I win?" she replied.
"Brat." Harry replied.
"What do you want," he then whispered.
"You." She came closer and gave her ultimatum. "If I win, I get you. Up until you have to go, and I know you are going to go, Harry. But we're safe here, so by God I want my boyfriend back"
"I can't" Harry ran his hands through his wet hair. "I won't just lead you on Gin, when I go I may not come back."
"Can't or won't Harry? If you don't want me just say so," she started walking towards the edge of the pond.
"Wait, of course I- Lord Gin, you have to know I want you. I simply refuse to put you in any danger. How hard is that for you to understand?" He ground out.
"Good. Then race me. Stay with me until you go, and then we will discuss this nobility business." And as she walked by she lightly brushed her lips across his.
They raced and she won. Neither could tell you if she was faster or if he let her win. At this point they had come to an agreement and fragile as it was, neither was going to waste a moment.
Sorry, so short. But this was a great place to stop.