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Warning: This story had not been Beta Read. English is not my first language. I apologize for all mistakes in spelling and grammar.

AN: First of, thanks for reading. As I warned, this story had not been beta read, I'm currently looking for a Beta Reader willing to work with me, if anyone is interested, please let me know.

Several Sunlit Days:

A Drabble Collection

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A Day At the Pond

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He heard a giggle behind him, and had to smile. He knew it was Hermione and somehow Harry always found it amusing when his no nonsense friend acted like a girl. "It's pretty." Hermione said in a low voice, and Harry could only guess she was speaking to Ginny.

Lying on his back on the ground, half hidden behind a fallen tree trunk, the sun slowly warming his skin, Harry refused to open his eyes to confirmed that. He and his friends had escape early in the morning to the Weasley's pond. Mostly because Ginny had threaten to set Fleur's trunk on fire if she wasn't allowed a few hours away from the french girl. Still, despite the outing being Ginny's idea, the redhead and Hermione had taken their time in joining the boys at the pond.

"It's glittery. Who the hell adds glitter to a swim suit? I hate it." That was unmistakably Ginny, and Harry could already imagine the expression she must had on her face.

"Oh please, you just hate the fact that it used to belong to Fleur."

"Well, I don't need her charity and even mom agreed this is tacky."

"She told you to wear it."

At that Ginny snorted. "I bet you that was mom's way of getting back at me for leaving her with Phlegm all day. It doesn't even fit."

Hermione coughed, and when she spoke, there was barely restrained laughter on her voice. "Well, you and Fleur are shape... differently."

At that, Harry couldn't hold back his curiosity. Opening his eyes, he turned to watch the two girls, then simply stared. Holy Merlin, When did she grew those! Image forever planted in his mind, Harry closed his eyes again, then flushed red, not quite believing that he had been leering at Ginny. You are going to hell, Potter. He mentally scolded himself.

"Ha. Perfect Veela my ass."

"I believe she was staring at that too." injected Hermione, obviously amused by the whole thing. "Not going to lie. I might not be able to compete with her, on the looks department, but at least I'm glad others can. Not fair that every boy just believed she is beautiful because of her heritage." That was the first time Harry ever heard Hermione rant against Fleur, and it was enough to draw him away from the dozen dirty thoughts he was trying – and failing – to fight against. He couldn't quite hear Ginny's reply, but he was sure the words "Ron" and 'Moron' were mentioned. Harry was glad when Hermione laughed, "That's why I keep you around, Ginny. You are good for my ego."

The girls moved away, and Harry followed them with his eyes as they went into the water, grateful that neither one of them had seemed to noticed him. Even though his best friend was a girl, he was pretty sure he would never understand the way their minds work. But man, they sure were pretty to look at.

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