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One of Ginevra Weasley’s favorite sounds was the laughter of Gabrielle Delacour.
The blonde witch was currently on Ginny’s back, legs wrapped around her waist and arms loosely looped around her neck, as Ginny walked up the hill. Charlie had recommended the walking trail, but had neglected to mention just how long the path was.
It was the last week Ginny had free before the new season started. And with her recent promotion to co-captain of the Harpies, she would be away a lot. So, the couple had decided on this trip.
After the first hour, Ginny offered to find a hidden spot away from the muggles to apparate the two of them back to the start, or even straight back to their flat, but Gabrielle insisted they finish the damn hike.
Twenty minutes later, she’d changed her tune, looking over at her girlfriend with puppy-dog eyes instead of determination, as they stared at the hill.
Ginny knew she would lose any battle with the blonde witch, so she’d handed over the camping backpack to Gabrielle and bent her legs, giving her enough space to climb on.
Gabrielle had kissed her cheek after settling on her back, causing Ginny’s cheeks to grow rather warm.
“I think we’re almost at the top.”
Thank Merlin. Ginny’s legs had begun to ache due to the incline, but she’d had training sessions that were harder. So she persisted. But even so…
“Holy-”
Ginny looked up at Gabby’s exclamation and stalled her movements.
Charlie hadn’t been kidding.
This view.
Extraordinary.
With a squeal that Ginny recoiled from with a smile, Gabrielle shimmied off Ginny’s back and walked closer to the edge of the cliff.
Ahead of them were miles of trees that ended at another cliff face in the distance, with moss and flowers growing up the side of the stone. And on one side, a thin waterfall trickled down over the side of the cliff before it disappeared into the tree line.
The photos Charlie had shown them of the view did not do it justice.
Ginny watched as Gabrielle excitedly moved around, putting the backpack at Ginny’s feet and pulling her camera out, taking pictures of everything around them.
The blonde’s cheeks were pink, and her dimples were on display as a smile filled her face.
Ginny smiled as she watched her girlfriend gasp at everything. She grabbed the backpack from where Gabrielle had left it and placed it on her own back.
“It’s beautiful,” Gabrielle said, but even with the stunning backdrop, Ginny couldn’t keep her eyes off her witch.
“Yes. Beautiful.”
Gabrielle turned at Ginny’s response, and blushed when she realized Ginny was staring at her. She held up her camera and took a shot of Ginny, causing the redhead to laugh and walk up behind her. She wrapped her arms around Gabrielle’s waist and dropped her chin on her shoulder.
“I love getting to share this with you.”
Even though she couldn’t see it properly, Ginny knew Gabby’s face would be a perfect shade of rose. Gabrielle’s head shifted, and it nudged against Ginny’s. “And I, with you.”
They stood in silence for a few minutes, with nothing but the sounds of the wind in the trees and the birds in the air for company. Then, the occasional click of Gabrielle’s camera, and the quiet chatter of the muggles who had also come to that spot that day joined in as well.
Eventually, Gabrielle began to hum a French lullaby that Ginny had heard her hum before for Victoire. Ginny gently swayed them to the quiet rhythm and pressed a kiss against her jawline.
Ginny could have stayed there, holding her for hours.
However, after a while, other needs took precedence.
Ginny’s stomach rumbled, the sound providing an odd orchestration for Gabrielle’s humming that made the other witch laugh. All the same, Gabrielle turned and wrapped her arms around Ginny, giving her a gentle kiss.
“C’mon, let’s go eat.”
Ginny nodded, pulling the backpack down her arms as Gabrielle led her to an area off to the side.
They set up the pink and purple plaid blanket on the ground before laying out the two lunch pouches. Gabrielle had wanted to bring along a basket, but Ginny told her that she would need to carry it, as the muggles would be confused about how the couple had fit a basket into the smaller backpack. So, Gabrielle left it at home.
Ginny had convinced George to help her make the sandwiches and cookies, considering he was the best cook in their family, outside of their mother.
She pulled out the grilled cheeses and discreetly cast a reheating charm on them before handing one off to Gabrielle. Then, she grabbed the cloth napkins and the cans of wine. A genius invention if you asked her. Hermione had introduced them to her and had given Ginny a few while George was cooking.
Those two were disgustingly adorable.
The way George would tease Hermione until she was giggling and her curls expanded.
The way, when she and Hermione would get lunch, Ginny would catch Hermione looking at her wedding band with a sappy smile. Like they were newlyweds, instead of having been married for years,
And sure, they fought. They were two of the most stubborn people Ginny knew, but they always worked it out. Together.
Over time, Ginny found herself wanting a relationship like they had.
Now, looking at the witch beside her out of the corner of her eye, she knew she had found it.
Ginny took another bite of her sandwich and watched Gabrielle lick her lips. Slowly and more sultry than the simple action had any right to be.
This witch would be the death of her. And she would die happy.
“Anyone being transferred this season?”
Ginny blinked, shaking herself out of her fantasizing. “I don’t think so. Puddlemere’s still trying to take Angelina from us, but she’s declined them every time. And thankfully, because I don’t think I could captain this team by myself.”
“You could.”
Gabrielle responded with so much certainty that Ginny even believed it herself for a moment. And maybe it would be true in a few years. But for now, she was grateful to have Angelina at her side on the pitch.
“Demelza might be transferring over,” Ginny continued after a moment. “She’d be a reserve again, but I think with more training, she could be a starter next season. And I heard Pucey is trying to transfer from the Wasps to the Tornadoes, but that could just be a rumour.”
“When’s your first home game?”
Ginny winced. “October. But the league has finally improved the floo system to help us spend more time at home.”
Gabrielle’s face lit up, a hopeful smile pulling at her lips.
That was easily the worst part of her job, being away from home for so long during the season. And that had only become more true when she and Gabrielle had started dating. Ginny hated being away from her.
“Well, I’ll be there. With your jersey on my back,” Gabrielle said, wiping off a few crumbs before tossing the napkin back into the backpack. She turned and gently pulled a red flower from the ground. She grinned as she leaned forward, tucking the flower behind Ginny’s ear. “And something green and lacy underneath to celebrate when you win.”
(artwork by Trueliarose)
Ginny swore under her breath.
“And if we lose?”
Gabrielle kissed her nose. “You won’t.”
She then closed the space between them, kissing her until Ginny lost her breath.
What would she do without this witch?
She couldn’t imagine a life without her.
She didn’t want to.
“Marry me.”
Gabrielle pulled away from their kisses with wide, shocked eyes.
“What?”
Fuck. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Not that she didn’t mean it. Merlin knows she did.
How could she not?
Ginny leaned back slightly, just enough to look at Gabrielle. To take in all the little details that no one else would notice, let alone appreciate, the way she did.
The crinkle next to her eye. The splatter of soft freckles across her nose. The wisps of blonde hair that had stuck to the side of her face following their hike.
She thought of her laughter, the musical quality of it putting even the likes of Celestina Warbeck to shame.
The way she animatedly used her arms when she was upset, or would bite her lip when she was deep in thought.
The way she felt in her arms. Of the soft snores that she refused to believe were hers. Her hands on her hips, saying things like “Seriously, Ginevra, I do not snore.”
Ginny had never liked her full name until she’d heard it fall from Gabrielle’s lips.
She had also never thought she was one for marriage. After Hogwarts, all she’d wanted was to play Quidditch and spend time with the people she loved.
Until Gabrielle Delacour entered her life.
“Marry me,” Ginny repeated, purposefully this time.
Gabrielle’s breath hitched.
Ginny tossed her napkin atop Gabrielle’s as she rose to her knees, taking Gabrielle’s hands in hers.
“I love you. I love you more than I ever knew I could love anyone.”
She kissed her palm, causing Gabrielle to giggle even as a tear streaked down her cheek.
“I want to be yours for the rest of my life, and I want you to be mine. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to listen to you yell at me when I miss the hamper. I want to kiss you until your face is bright red. I want to marry you, Gabrielle Delacour. I don’t have a ring, but I will buy you any ring you want. I just know there is nothing more I have wanted my entire life than to be yours, forever.”
She pushed one knee out so she was properly on one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
It felt like they were the only two people there. Like, there weren’t any tourists pointing at them, oohing and ahhing in the background.
It was just Ginevra Weasley and the love of her life.
“Yes,” Gabrielle answered, voice shaky as her tears flowed freely now. “Yes, of course I will marry you.”
They faintly heard applause and cheers in the background, but none of it mattered.
Gabrielle pulled her in by the collar, and Ginny followed willingly. She held Gabrielle’s face as she kissed her deeply. She whispered that she loved her against her lips, over and over again, hoping the words would sink into her skin and her bloodstream so there wasn’t a moment where Gabrielle didn’t know how much she was loved.
“Let’s get out of here,” Gabrielle whispered against Ginny’s ear and winked before she chugged the rest of her can of wine.
The two made quick work of cleaning up and making their way down the hill. Almost too quick, seeing as Ginny had to slow Gabby down before she fell a few times. Once they were back on the main trail, Gabrielle looked around and pulled Ginny off course when she realized no muggles were around them, apparating them back to their cabin.
They’d barely made it inside before Gabrielle attacked Ginny’s neck.
Ginny quickly cast silencing and locking charms on the cabin and floo before turning the two of them and pressing Gabrielle against the door.
She looked at her girlfriend-fiancée- and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Her fingers trailed down her face before pulling at her bottom lip. Gabrielle opened her mouth at Ginny’s pull.
“What do you want, sweet girl?”
Gabrielle whined and looked down at her fingers.
“My fingers?” Ginny asked with a knowing smirk.
Gabrielle nodded, and Ginny slipped a finger inside her waiting mouth. Gabrielle closed her lips and sucked.
“Fuck, baby.”
Gabrielle moaned around Ginny’s finger while she stared into Ginny’s eyes, and Ginny broke. She removed her finger and kissed her hard, reaching down and gripping both of her thighs before pulling them up around her waist and moving them towards the bedroom.
“Mine.” She whispered as she laid her witch down on the bed. The seafoam comforter brought out the color in Gabrielle’s eyes.
“Yours. I’m yours,” Gabrielle babbled, pulling Ginny atop her. “And you're mine.”
“Always.”
Ginny pressed kisses on her lips, down her nose, across her jaw, and anywhere she could reach. Gabrielle kept her legs wrapped around Ginny, bucking her hips to get any friction she could.
“Do you need something, my sweet fiancée?”
Gabrielle groaned under her. “You. Need you.”
“You have me. You’ll always have me.” Her hands reached down and played with the top of the blonde’s trousers teasingly. “May I take these off?”
“Please.”
She made quick work of undoing the button and pulling the fabric down her legs, kissing every inch of skin revealed in the process.
The little hitches of Gabrielle’s breath as she was being worshipped were Ginny’s other favorite sound.
When her shoes, trousers, and knickers were all removed, Gabrielle spread her legs, wordlessly begging Ginny to do something.
Ginny draped one of Gabby’s legs over her shoulder and kissed from her knee all the way down her thigh, getting closer and closer to where Gabrielle wanted her the most. Just as she was about to finally give her the relief she craved, she moved, putting Gabrielle’s other leg on her other shoulder.
“You’re so mean,” Gabrielle whined with a pout.
Ginny laughed.
“Maybe,” she replied, and blew a raspberry into Gabrielle’s thigh. “But you love me anyway.”
“I-” Gabrielle moaned as Ginny sucked on Gabrielle’s thigh. “I do.”
Ginny continued her path down and relished in the pleas her lover cried as she reached the glistening apex of her thighs.
“You’re so wet,” Ginny said, before licking a long stripe along her seam. “Is this all for me?”
Gabrielle nodded, gripping her own chest and playing with her nipples through her shirt.
“Need you. Need you so bad.”
Ginny took her clit between her lips and sucked, before circling the nub with her tongue and then licking lower to taste her more. She would never get over the taste of her - almost earthy, with the slightest touch of salt.
She felt a hand in her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Not that she would stop now. Not when Gabrielle’s grip on her hair never let up as she rocked against Ginny’s face.
“Yes, my good girl,” Ginny muttered against Gabrielle’s center. “Use me. Want you to come all over my face.”
Gabrielle moaned, and her thighs tensed around Ginny’s head.
Ginny thought she might have suffocated there, between her legs. That she was in fucking heaven.
“Come for me.”
As Gabrielle came, Ginny didn’t let up. Instead, she moved her mouth to focus on her clit, and pushed two of her fingers inside Gabrielle, pumping them slowly.
Gabrielle cried out, pulling harder on Ginny’s hair when Ginny hummed on her clit.
“Fuck, do it again, sweet girl,” Ginny said, before lapping at her clit again. “Come for me again. Come all over me.”
The sounds leaving Gabrielle’s lips would have been heard from the neighboring cabins if not for Ginny’s silencing charm. Ginny savoured every moment as she felt Gabrielle clench on her fingers as she pumped them faster.
And then she slipped another inside, smirking as Gabrielle’s jaw dropped.
“One of these days, you’re going to ride my face while you watch yourself in the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come.”
“Please- please Gin- Ginevra please.” Gabrielle clenched around Ginny’s fingers. “Fuck, yes.”
Ginny watched Gabrielle’s face as she rode out her second orgasm, kissing her hip and spreading her fingers slowly to work her through.
She pulled out her fingers, keeping eye contact with her witch as she sucked off the remnants of Gabrielle’s release.
“My sweet, sweet girl.”
She watched as Gabrielle’s eyes never left the fingers in her mouth with a whine.
“What do you want?”
Gabrielle sat up, and Ginny felt her hands in her hair before her lips were claimed with a kiss.
“Your turn. Need to make you feel good, too.”
Ginny felt herself being flipped until she was on her back. She laughed as Gabrielle kissed down her neck.
“I love you,” Ginny sighed as Gabrielle took the hem of Ginny’s shirt in her hand and pulled it over her head, followed shortly by her sports bra.
Gabrielle’s lips were soft on her skin as she kissed down her body, taking her time as she took each of her nipples in her mouth and sucked. She flicked her tongue across the peaks, and Ginny felt the pleasure simmer inside her.
Ginny allowed Gabrielle to play as she wished, her fingers slowly making their way to her belt buckle. She groaned as Gabrielle licked the freckles on her stomach as she unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down her body. The legs got caught on Ginny’s hiking boots, and Gabrielle let out a huff of frustration when she had to stop what she was doing to unlace the boots and pull them off before the pants.
Ginny may have laughed a little too hard when Gabrielle threw one boot so hard it hit the wall with a loud bang, startling her a little.
She was so cute.
“Stop.” Gabrielle pouted with a smile she couldn’t hide.
Ginny leaned up, pulling her in, and kissed her. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”
She felt Gabrielle smile against her lips.
“I think I can live with that.” Gabrielle’s hands pushed her down again, before pulling one of Ginny’s legs up and slotting herself between the limbs, lining up their sexes.
Gabrielle gave a few experimental movements before finally pulling her own shirt and bra off and tossing them to the side. Ginny grabbed onto Gabrielle’s hips, guiding her to rock against her. Their cunts rubbed against each other, giving them both a delicious friction and creating a mix of their arousal that made each brush against the other easier.
“Fuck.” Ginny cursed as she pulled Gabrielle harder against her. “Fuck, Gabby.”
“Ginevra.”
Ginny grabbed Gabrielle, one hand gripping her hair and the other holding her face and kissed her. She kissed her lips and dragged her lips to Gabrielle’s ear and sucked on her lobe.
“Are you going to come for me?” Ginny whispered through her own gasps of pleasure.
The witch nodded, rocking her hips, angling her body so their clits lined up and rubbed perfectly against each other.
“I love you,” she panted into Gabrielle’s ear. “I’m going to fucking love you forever. You know that, right?”
Gabrielle nodded again.
Ginny gasped as Gabrielle reached down and rolled one of Ginny’s nipples between her fingers.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Ginny gasped. “Please, please come with me. I love you. I love you. I–”
Ginny cried out as her orgasm took over, and Gabrielle kissed her, swallowing her cries as Ginny’s orgasm triggered her own.
The waves of pleasure washed over them both as they helped each other through their shared pleasure with soft movements and kisses that held all of their love within them.
They continued to kiss and whisper sweet words to each other as they dozed off together, their fingers laced atop Ginny’s chest.
There was nowhere she would rather be.
**********
Two weeks later:
Gabrielle entered the flat she shared with Ginny after work and smiled as she smelt her favorite meal. It was rare that Ginny made it home before her with her training schedule.
“Something smells good. Did you convince George to help you again?”
After locking the door behind her, she turned around and gasped.
Ginevra Weasley was in the middle of their living room. On the same purple and pink blanket from their hike, with a miniature picnic basket in her hand.
On one knee.
Gabrielle could feel the tears in her eyes as she took in the sight before her, of the love of her life. She walked towards her and smiled as Ginny opened one of the flaps of the basket to reveal a marquise-cut diamond on a silver band.
“I have a question to re-ask you.”
“Yes.”
Ginny laughed, rolling her eyes. “Will you actually let me ask it, witch?”
Gabrielle blushed and nodded, feeling the excitement in her toes.
“Gabrielle Delacour. Will you marry me?”
She felt tears in her eyes as Ginny stared back at her.
“Yes. Ginevra Weasley. I will marry you.”