A/N: Written for rarepair-shorts for the prompt 'sunburn'
"I told you this would happen." Her tone was half-scolding, half-playful, all superior. "The English sun cannot compare with the likes of the sun in Spain, you know. Or you should."
"Yes, Penny, you made that clear during the ten minutes you spent insisting that I put on that disgustingly oily white stuff," Percy muttered. He couldn't move his lips much; the stuff she'd put on his face after he'd burned it red had dried, hard and uncomfortable.
"Oh really? And here I was thinking I must have imagined that. You must feel like a complete fool for ignoring me."
"You're not helping."
"Good. Maybe next time you'll listen when someone who knows more on a subject than you do gives you information crucial to your well-being."
Penelope looked over at her boyfriend and sighed internally. His eyes were closed, his face the colour of a stop sign, his back straight, his hands tightly clutching the armrests of his chair.
"You're lucky that I love you or I'd have taken a photo of you like this and sent it to your dad, with a caption saying that you refused to use my 'muggle potions'." A pause. "Your luck might even stretch to me letting you stay at my place until your face returns to its normal pasty self. I know how your brothers are."
She saw his hands and posture relax, and smiled. Looked like their little holiday had just been extended.
Fin