Special Thanks: to Ruffin (blankpage on for being my beta on the first four installments. You're my hero, yet… not. Lol.
Disclaimer: Characters and original scenes belong to JK Rowling, but that doesn't mean I can't play in my free time for free.
A/N: Takes place while the Trio is on the hunt for the Horcruxes, post-Grimmauld Place. This is a ten one-shot series for LJ's 10themes community.
Itchy
She doesn't quite recall exactly when or how they moved down into the grass that night. It had started out softly and innocently enough. The holding of hands, an unsure peck on the lips. Now? Now, however, they were lying on the grass just to the side of the Burrow, clothes in complete disarray.
The only sounds that could be heard were passionate kisses, moans of contentment, and the rustle of fabric as hands roamed.
She knew they should be more careful. Knew that they could have at least hidden behind a few trees instead of being almost completely out in the open, but she knewcouldn't go another day of pretending like nothing was happening between them.
It had been nearly two weeks since the night they went to retrieve Harry at the Dursleys. Nearly two weeks since she had cried into the arms of the man whose whole self was being devoured by her. In two nights they would be leaving the comforts and protection of the Burrow in search of ending this war and she didn't want to leave without being with him just one last time.
However, she was finding it very difficult to stay in the mood, so to speak, when she could feel every blade of dry grass brushing against her skin in the most uncomfortable manner.