a microfic series for the prompts of September @ginnystrophyhusband
He looked up from his book. Ginny was nearest the water of the lake, her shoes off because she had waded through the water before they settled in this quiet spot. The sun was sending vibrant hues through her hair and her face was relaxed.
She glanced at the water. “Did muggle pirates really make people walk the plank?”
“There are magical pirates?” It seemed logical, but it had simply never occurred to him and if they had touched upon it in History of Magic, he had entirely missed it.
Her head whipped back towards him. “How are you, after all this time, still so surprised by magic?” Her gaze was full of amusement as she curled her arms around her legs and rested her head on her knees.
He shrugged, keeping his eyes on her. “It just keeps popping up in places I don’t expect.”
“You’ve heard of Blackbeard!”
Harry nodded. “A famously muggle pirate.”
“No. How could you possibly think he is a muggle? He is one of the successful pirates ever and he would have a smoky beard to frighten the muggles!” She put her hands out in front of her as some kind of Blackbeard-zombie re-enactment.
“A muggle could have done that,” Harry argued.
Ginny shrugged and waved his argument away. She pushed off the ground and walked over to him before sitting down on top of him. “So, Harry Potter, what about the plank?”
“I’d love to tell you,” he murmured, his arms looping around her waist with practised ease, “but I wasn’t alive 300 years ago.”
“I’ll make you walk the plank for not answering,” she teased, her lips brushing over his.
He captured them and kissed her, her threat falling on deaf ears. Thankfully for Harry, Ginny was now sufficiently distracted and he was set on keeping her distracted until it was time to go inside.
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