So very fluffy.
J.K. Rowling owns
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August 2000
Harry and Ginny were swimming in the lake beside their house. The water was warm, like sitting in the Floo network. Together they dived and splashed each other, racing around the lake.
They were so wrapped up in one another, in this moment, that they didn't notice the sky darkening like a spreading bruise, until the flash of white, closely followed by a boom announced the summer storm.
Rain began to pelt downwards, peppering the surface of the lake with little ripples, before merging into a downpour.
Harry and Ginny swam to the bank where they had left their clothes and the picnic they had planned on having later. Ginny pulled her already rain-splattered shirt on over her swimsuit and, picking up the rest of her clothes, they ran for the cover of the house, summoning the picnic basket and blanket.
They laughed as they burst into the house, leaving wet footprints on the tiled floor of the kitchen. Ginny was shivering from the rainwater, and Harry quickly summoned some warm, dry towels from the airing cupboard. They both dried each other off.
"Well," Harry said. "It's safe to say that our romantic picnic is off." He chuckled. "Why do none of my plans ever seem to work?"
Ginny laughed. "I don't think even wizarding heroes can stop rain Mr Potter."
Harry grinned, and pulled her closer to him, kissing her wet hair. Ginny pressed herself closer to his bare chest.
"Now," she said. "I think we can still save this picnic, don't you?"
An hour later, they were sat on the blanket in the living room, the remains of their picnic food spread about them. Ginny leaned against Harry, watching the rain pound against the windows.
Harry cleared the plates away with a wave of his wand. Ginny smiled, and kissed him. The kiss deepened, and Harry gently changed their position so that he was lying down, with Ginny on top of him.
She pulled away slightly, and grinned mischievously.
"Why, Mr Potter, are you trying to suggest something?"
"I thought you'd never realise," he whispered, reaching up to kiss her again, one hand in her hair, the other on her waist. Ginny shivered slightly as his hand slid underneath her shirt and slowly upwards.
She sighed. She couldn't believe how lucky she was that she could be right here, with the man she loved, against all the odds. She would never get tired of this feeling. Never.
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