Summer III
It was the hottest summer for forty years. Hermione was collapsed in the shade of a tree, wishing it would rain. Fleur's baby girl was screaming loudly, clearly unimpressed with the heat.
"You know, I hear there's this wonderful thing called a cooling charm," Fred smirked. Hermione scowled at him, but reached for her wand nonetheless. She probably should have thought of it herself, but it was hard to think of anything with the temperature and the noise. Fred handed her one of the glasses he was carrying.
"For you, my dear," he kissed her hand and bowed. Hermione gave a shaky little laugh, and tried not to let on how much she wanted him to kiss her properly.