Pillow Fights and Boating Lakes

"Did you always imagine it to be like this?" Harry mumbles at you, as he stretches, his tantalising form just visible under the bed sheets.

You drink him in, quite distracted by the sight, remembering the night before, and the many others you've shared. Only when you notice the silence are you dragged from your growing fantasies...

"Oh -uh what do you mean?" 'Very articulate,' you snipe at yourself, as you silently curse your lover for asking such silly questions.

"Oh I don't know, I just imagined a bit more to life than this." Harry sweeps his hand across the room to add to the effect.

"Well what did you imagine exactly? Other than the fact that you wouldn't be with a guy, let alone such a strikingly sexy one." You playfully pose in the mirror, dragging the sheet from you lover's form and draping it over yourself in a rather elaborate way.

Harry doesn't notice. He's thinking. You know by the creases in his forehead and the way he's concentrating on nothing in particular. At the moment it looks as though he's gazing at the bedpost, but you know the truth. You watch him, and privately marvel at the way you can still gaze at him as though you could for hours, which quite scarily you note, you could. You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't notice Harry's change in breathing, his usual sign that he's about to speak, and it catches you by surprise when he does.

"Well. Um, I like it in the country, so I guess I used to imagine we'd live there." You move back towards the bed, wrapping the covers around you both and encouraging him to continue, quite intrigued by the direction in which the conversation is going.

"And what would we do in the country," you ask, idly trailing a finger over his chest. Harry as you knew, hadn't actually thought about this, and you notice his eyes mask over in that rather endearing way of his as he goes back into thought.

This time you know when he is about to speak.

"We'd um... I guess we'd go for walks and maybe running in the woods... We could have barbeques too, and invite our friends," you scoff at this but Harry continues, quite unaware. "and..."

"And...?" you prompt, curious as to what Harry has to say, your finger stops mid swirl, and you rest your palm against his chest.

"And we'd go boating on a lake?" Harry suggests, suddenly looking at you, grinning when he spots the amused smile on you lips.

"Into a sunset perhaps?" you add, kissing him as he nods and laughs at the cliché. As you pull apart you don't notice Harry reaching for the pillow behind his head. You don't notice the pillow at all in fact, until it hits you straight across the head. You fall to the bed spluttering varied protests and reaching for another pillow, grasping out until your hand closes around one. It's slightly smaller than Harry's you notice with dismay, but you figure you could work that to your advantage.

It's a shame there's not much room for strategies in pillow fights, you note as you and Harry wildly swing pillows at each other, jumping over the bed and running into the living room, where the fight continues. Stepping over the coffee table, jumping on the sofa, fleeing and fighting simultaneously in order to win this raging battle. Feathers fly everywhere and you loose sight of Harry in the mass of them. Frantically you search for him, cautious as ever. You consider casting a silencing charm on yourself and as you reach for your wand you feel his arms wrap around you in a rugby tackle, dragging you both onto the sofa, a mass of limbs, feathers and sweat.

You hear his laughter as the pillow falls from your fingers, barely making a sound on the wooden floor as it lands. You gaze intently at him as he laughs and hear yourself join in. As the laughter continues you nudge him from the sofa and pin him to the floor, his arms above his head. With your free hand, you begin to tickle him, and suddenly cries of 'No!' and 'Stop' erupt from the wriggling form beneath you. He breaks a hand free and you feel him reach for your face and pull you into a kiss. Your hands melt away as the kiss deepens his tongue exploring your mouth, running over your teeth and nipping at you lower lip, causing you to groan in ecstasy.

Harry doesn't feel you reach for your wand and point it at you both. Harry doesn't hear you mumble the word 'Apparate' between kisses. Harry doesn't even feel the familiar nauseous tug at the back of his stomach. It is only when Harry pulls away from that rather deep kiss, that he realises he is in a different place at all. You watch as he takes in his new surroundings; the many trees around the enormous lake, the fields, the many fish in the water, barely visible due to the golden sunlight reflecting off the water, creating the appearance of liquid gold. You watch as his eyes land on a distant willow tree and his lips curve into a smile as you assume he remembers a different encounter with a tree of the same type. This one, unlike the other, stands still. Its branches barely moving in the small but cooling breeze. You watch his eyes widen in surprise and the not so famous Harry Potter grin that only you can accomplish, to spread over his face.

"Draco! Wha- how?!" he exclaims, you notice that the child like brightness is more vivid in his eyes than ever before.

You turn to him, a discreet smirk crossing your features.

"I hope you realise you'll be the one rowing," you say, reaching over and handing him an oar, "that sunset is fair distance away."