Bill had known he felt more for her than he had for any one ever before. He'd worried about it, worried over it, how to tell her, if she felt the same. In the end, though, his Gryffindor nature saved him from the sweaty palms and uncertainty of forming the words, making them just spill over.
And her returned love, spoken in that light, accented voice, made his heart soar and his breath catch.
His arms wrapped around her, picking her up again, easily making the distance between them negligible. It was a hot kiss, not cooled in the least because they were still outside and wet, filled with the emotions between them.