"But it's so much fun," he said in a light and teasing voice. Truth was, he and his brothers had played in the rain many times in their youth. Well, probably not Percy, he conceded to himself rather fondly.
The air between them thickened and he leaned down to steal a quick kiss. Sometimes it felt like she filled him to overflowing, with all these emotions he sometimes had trouble dealing with.
Impulsively he picked her up and twirled her around, indulging in a moment more lightheartedness like he had with running through the rain.
Releasing her, he cupped her still damp cheek with one hand and the words he'd worried so much over lately slipped from his lips without a thought. "I love you, Fleur Delacour." He knew it with every fibre of his being, and he thought she might feel the same, though that niggling little doubt was always there.