The most humiliating evening of my life started out pretty shitty.
It was hot as Merlin's balls and yet Gran was determined to have Weasley-Potter family dinner night in the yard. Even better, Rose and I were tasked with dragging out the tables and chairs. Well, Rose got to use magic. I was still underage, so I had to use brute force. Needless to say, the whole thing had me sweating profusely in no time. And this was despite the fact that I was in my shortest, breeziest frock.
All of that would've been tolerable or at the very least forgettable with passing time. But of course, things got worse.
I was bent over, arse towards the house, trying to budge a table that I'd somehow managed to get rooted in sticky mud. I could feel my dress riding up or at least I felt like I could—you know how sometimes it's impossible to tell? Well, I was experiencing that. But, since I felt like I almost had the table, I decided not to give a fuck—a decision I'm sure I'll regret for the rest of my life.
I mistakenly believed that Gran was the only one within viewing distance. I reasoned that, because I didn't have my sexy knickers on, the worst-case scenario would be suffering a few jokes from her about the gnome print.
I blew the fringe out of my face and gave one final tug. The table came up with a jolt that sent me staggering a few steps backward.
I was prepared to fall on my possibly exposed bum, ass to dirt. Instead, I collided into something. Or rather, someone.
I knew it was a someone when hands grabbed my waist to keep me from falling forward.
I was so surprised that it took me a few seconds to remember there was a fifty percent chance my knickers were entirely out. When I did, I shrieked and shot forward, grasping at my ass. I was exposed.
I caught a glimpse of Rose laying in the grass, all but dying of laughter. I cursed her, righted my skirts and turned to face my accidental victim.
Teddy Lupin stood there, cheeks a bit pink and eyes wide, as though in fear. I was embarrassed before but now I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was suddenly very aware of my rank smell and hot face. Somehow, despite all of that, my stomach tightened with excitement. I allowed myself a moment to revel in the feeling. It was rare these days since he hardly came around. But then he opened his mouth and ruined everything.
"Sorry Lils, I—"
"It's fine," I cut him off.
The feeling in my stomach had died. The last thing on earth I wanted to hear was Teddy Lupin apologizing for seeing my knickers. If I had my wish, he'd be on his knees thanking me for the pleasure. Better yet, he'd be on his knees doing something else. But I knew he'd never think of me like that.
He looked like he was going to try to go on anyways so I did the first thing I could think of.
I clapped my hand to the side of my face and shrieked, "Ow!"
Ted looked bewildered but concerned, "What–"
"Wrackspurt bite," I said, "better go get some ointment."
Teddy opened his mouth but I dashed towards the house before he could get a word out.