AN: N 42, and the prompt is: "I want to go to the beach."
"It's the middle of winter."
"I don't care."
And, this time, it's even my number.
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Ginny Potter was sitting on the sofa in the living room of her new home. Dressed only in pyjamas and a dressing gown, she snuggled under a light woollen blanket, her feet outstretched towards the warmth of the fireplace.
Smiling, she looked up as the door opened, and her husband, dressed only in his bathrobe, entered the room. "Come under the blanket, luv. It's nice next to the fire," she said and moved to the side to make room.
"How could I refuse such an offer," Harry replied with a big grin and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Do you already have plans for tomorrow?" asked Ginny as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "We're supposed to be at the Burrow for dinner, but otherwise, we have the whole Saturday to ourselves."
"I want to go to the beach," said Harry.
Ginny looked up at him in disbelief. "Just in case you didn't notice, it's the middle of winter. It's cold outside."
"I don't care," Harry replied with a grin.
"You really want to go swimming in the sea in the cold and the meter-high waves?" Ginny looked stunned.
"I didn't say a word about swimming." Harry chuckled. "I want to go to the beach. We put on the warm winter jackets we bought for Christmas but never had a chance to wear so far. Then we take a walk along the beach up to the lookout point where we were last summer. We'll take hot tea with us and a fair shot of fire whiskey and enjoy the view from up there. When it's getting cold, we Apparate back home, take a hot shower, and cuddle in bed for 2-3 hours before we have to leave for the Burrow. "
"Oh, I love it when you have romantic ideas," giggled Ginny.
Harry laughed. "I never thought you'd think a winter hike on the beach is a romantic idea."
"Oh, absolutely," she giggled. "Especially if it's the foreplay to the later part of your plan."
