Chapter Twenty Five – How To Survive A Storm. In A Boat. With Your Boyfriend.

Dedicated to RamonaOne-FAN who gave me the prompt for this chapter. And it is amazing! The prompt. Though I hope the chapter's alright too. XD SO I own nothing that you recognize.

Er...

Yes.

I'm wet.

Completely soaked to be exact.

And my school uniform is ruined. And there are trotter marks on my shirt.

Urgh. I better start from the beginning.

Once upon a time there were two people, and they had a little baby girl who they called Dominique Juliet Weasley.

Mind, this is Dom. I'm glad you've returned, but when I said the beginning I mean the beginning of the reason I'm wet with trotter marks on my shirt. Not the beginning of my life! Guh. Amateur.

"Where are we going?" I whined, following Scorpius as he led me (blindfolded) to our date.
"Well," he said, coming behind me to untie the blindfold. "You said that the most magical thing you'd ever done was go to Hogwarts, right?"
"Yes," I said, as he pulled off the blindfold. "So?"
"So we're going to recreate that magical moment. Come on."

We were in the cove. I thought I hadn't recognized where we had gone. Scorpius climbed into the nearest boat, and tapped the lantern with his wand. It ignited immediately. He held out his hand, and I climbed in.
"Won't we get into trouble?"
"Probably," he said, tapping the side of the boat. "But where's your Gryffindor spirit?"
"Slytherin."
"Gryffindor."

The boat jerked to a start, and we both fell backwards. I looked round.
"I don't remember that happening."

Scorpius shrugged.
"It probably isn't used to magic this far in the school year."
"If I get eaten by the Giant Squid, I will kill you," I warned.
"It's a risk I'm prepared to take."

While I tried to work out whether this was an insult or not, he looked up at the sky, and groaned.
"Dammit!"
"What?"
"It looks like it's about to rain."
"I like the rain," I said, leaning back against the wooden compartment thingymabob. You know? The one people store picnic baskets in and things? I don't know why there was one in the Hogwarts boats, I really don't.
"You'll get wet."
"No? Really? In a storm? Wow, I'd never have guessed."

He smirked at me, and the first few drops of rain pelted us. A comfortable silence stretched between us. Then Scorpius snorted.
"What?"
"What?"
"You just snorted like a pig."
"No I didn't!" he defended himself. "I thought you did, but I was too polite to say something."
"I didn't!" I said.

The snort sounded again. Scorpius stood up, and the boat rocked a bit.
"Sit down!" I ordered. He did.
"It's coming from the wooden compartment thingymabob," he said, pointing. I gave him a strange look, and shuffled over, to flip the locks off, and open the lid.

A pig jumped out, and the boat rocked again.

"What in the name of Merlin's saggy left buttock is that?" Scorpius said, horrified.
"It's a pig, Scorp," I said, lifting the pig up to prevent it rocking the boat anymore. "It's Lily's pig. Look, it's wearing trotter warmers!"

This time, I was on the receiving end of a weird look.
"What are you doing here, Belinda?" I asked the pig.
"Lily has a pig?"
"I suppose..." I double checked the compartment. "She smelt your picnic."
"Lily has a pig?"
"Because she's eaten it all," I continued. "Except the pork pie. I suppose she felt it would be cannibalism."
"Lily has a pig? Like... A pig? With a curly tail, and a snout, and... A pig?"
"Which it would be. Yes, Scorpius, a pig, I believed we covered that?"
"Your family are unreal," he said, shaking his head, but looking slightly amused. A crack of thunder.

Belinda squeaked, angrily.
"She doesn't like the storm," I said.
"Do you want to go back?" he asked. There was a crack of lightning, and he was briefly illuminated – white blonde hair plastered to his face, and rivets of rainwater dripping down his nose like tears.
"I think it might be a good idea," I agreed. He tapped the side of the boat with his wand, and it spun round in a dizzying circle, rocking frantically from side to side. Belinda squealed. Scorpius yelped. I – like the true Weasley I am – said;
"WHEEEEEE!"

We were all upended into the water. I caught Belinda. Can pigs swim? It's probably not the best time to find out...
"Dom!" Scorpius yelled, flailing madly in the water. "Where are you?"
"I'm fine," I said, calmly, bobbing in the water with an armful of Lily's pig.

Well that's one thing I never thought I'd say.

He splashed inelegantly over to me, and together we pushed the boat the right side up, and scrambled in, heaving Belinda the pig before us. He made to pull his wand out from where he'd stuck it for safe keeping in his boot (I thought he'd spent rather too much time with my family for keeping it somewhere like that) and I said;
"Scorp? Not that I don't trust your magic abilities, but seeing what happened last time...?"

I tapped the boat with my wand, and it shot off like a gullet from a bun. No, wait, it can't be a bun. A bullet from a gun, maybe? No, that sounds wrong as well. Oh I don't know – it's a very fast thing from a Muggle weapon.

Anyway, we rocketed back to land, and clambered back up the steps, dripping wet, and clutching a slippery pig.

"That was... interesting..." I said kindly, as we walked back up to the castle, in the thunder.
"It was awful," he sighed.
"It was interesting," I repeated.

Thank you once more to RamonaOne-FAN who gave me the idea, and please review? All prompts will be used as long as they're kid friendly : )