The Water's Too Cold
Harry glared at the wet red blob somewhere in front of him.
"You can give them back now," he said loudly.
How did he even get into this situation? All he remembered from the last five hours was a lot of butterbeer, noting Ron muttering with Fred and George, and then letting himself be accosted later-
Oh.
"Not till you get in with me. It's not like the water's too cold." And the smirk was practically tangible, even if he couldn't see it because someone was holding his glasses hostage-
"I can't exactly do that with all my clothes on, idiot!"
Amused silence.
If Ron didn't wipe that grin off his face right now-
Wait. Since when was Ron close enough to see?