Harry/Susan
“Let’s go!” Susan laughed, pulling on Harry’s hand with her eyes lit up manically. “Take me to the top, love, please.”
“Well if you’re begging,” Harry smirked. He swooped in and kissed Susan quickly before he began running. “Come on, babydoll, see if you can beat me!”
It was a perfect night. It was just Harry and Susan, too fired up to sleep after a fight with death eaters, running around and climbing hills like the children they never got to be.
Harry beat Susan to the top of the hill in question and there was a pout on her lips when she finally got there.
“You’re a cheater,” she sniffed haughtily.
Harry laughed and pulled her in his arms, spinning her around and ignoring the blood that splattered both their shirts.
“You better hope not,” Harry teased her. He pulled her in for a longer kiss, heated and rushed then.
“Take me to the top,” Susan murmured, her eyes lit up with a different sort of rush then.
Harry shivered, always ready to please his girl. “Gladly.”
Harry and Susan shagged the same way they fought- fierce, heated, in perfect tangent.
Harry took Susan to her absolute peak, the highest he could take her, and when they fell? They did it together, screaming each others names.