Torrents of rain poured down on the field, puddles gathering in small holes like little wells for the many mosquitoes that would come in the morning after the storm passed. Orange and red leaves fell from tree branches, the cold chill giving them the signal that winter was quickly approaching, bringing their impending deaths. Animals scurried under the shelter of rocks and bushes, the only green thing, apart from the grass, left in the field.

In the midst of it all, wet, red tresses flowing down her back, was one Ginevra Malfoy, her face turned up to the sky, feeling the splash of the rain drops on her milky, white skin. Her arms were spread open, welcoming the autumn season. She spun in a circle, her own type of rain dance, not caring that she was being watched. On her face was an expression of pure glee, despite the fact that her dark green boots, a Christmas gift from the previous year, were being muddied, and her coat was being ruined by watermarks.

She stopped when the squelching of boots in the mud reached her ears, serenely gazing at the blond man approaching her, an umbrella in hand and a smirk on his face. He had changed since their days at school, his features maturing, his hair looser and lacking the hair products he used to use. But he was still as handsome, if not more so, as she remembered him to be when she said those fateful words five years prior, forever binding herself to him and his name. Her heart was his always, and she knew that would never change, not when his looks could still ignite a fire within her—something she often associated with tacky romance novels, the type that young girls read in the safety of their beds, dreaming of that white knight who would come and rescue them from their mundane lives.

"You're scaring the boys," he murmured, his umbrella shielding her from the precipitation. "They told the house elves to come and get me."

"Mmmm, am I?" She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of wet dirt mixed with the smell of fresh rain, nature's own perfume. "They shouldn't be too frightened. I do this every year."

"Most people get excited at the prospect of the first snow of winter. You, my beautiful wife, are overjoyed at the first rain of October that ruins my shoes, not to mention symbolizes the end of the warm weather." He stared down at his boots, dragging his eyes back to his wife's face when he heard her laughter. "I'm happy that you find this so funny."

"Someone has to see the silver lining," she murmured, eyes dancing with amusement and joy.

"Even on a rainy day," he added, wiping the rain from her forehead before placing a kiss on her temple. "Are you ready to go inside now or have you not had enough?"

"I want to revisit a memory with you," she said, threading her hand through his larger one and ignoring his complaints. "Come on. Live a little, Draco."

"I thought I got enough adventure marrying you," he said, following behind her.

"I think you can attest to the fact that marrying me was just the beginning," Ginny said, laughing at his indignant snort. "Just follow me."

She pulled her husband past the tree lines, feet stomping in small puddles and eliciting small groans from him. Regardless of his grumbles, she continued to splash mud all over while dragging him further into the trees, stopping when they reached a small pond, the water disturbed by the many falling rain drops. She let his hand go, beckoning him to follow her as she moved to a large oak standing off to the side, some of its leaves still a greenish hue, although most were tinted red and orange.

When he stepped close enough to her, she took the umbrella out of his hand and tossed it into the wind, sending it sailing in the air before it landed on the pond, idly floating around. Draco gave her a look, clearly stating that he thought she had gone insane. She laughed, happy that after years of dating and marriage, she still perplexed him. After all, he managed to keep her on her toes, always surprising her with his romantic side, the side he hid from the public and reserved for her.

"Do you remember what we did here two months ago?" She pulled him towards her, a smile on her face. "The boys were with your mother, and we decided to have a picnic out here under the tree."

"I clearly remember that you decided to have a picnic out here and had me searching the house for you," Draco said, giving her a knowing look. "My little troublemaker. You can be worse than the boys sometimes."

"But you enjoyed finding me, did you not? You enjoy all my games." Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his chest, a small smile of contentment gracing her lips. "We spent hours out here without any clothes on—"

"Are you telling me you want a repeat?" he asked, tilting her head up and flashing her the devilishly charming smile that landed him in her bed for the first time seven years ago. He stepped back and untied the sash that held her coat closed, murmuring, "I would be happy to have a repeat performance, rain and all."

"We'll get to that," she said, batting his hand away with a grin. "It's not what I came out here for—not originally anyways."

"So what is it that you need to tell me?" He paused in his movements and looked down at her with questioning eyes. Her head was tilted back, a look of excitement on her face, and, lost in the moment, he softly said, "You're beautiful."

The rain fell harder and leaves fell around them as Ginny leaned in and whispered words opposite to what the season signified. "I'm pregnant."

Author notes: This version is slightly longer than the one on FFN.

The End.
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