Perfect
Pansy traced the lines on her boyfriend's back, seemingly in trance. She stopped when she got to a particularly nasty burn-mark.
"This one?" she asked.
Charlie smiled as he felt where she was pointing. "Romanian Longhorn."
"What happened?"
He shrugged. "I was fast, but the dragon was faster."
Pansy arched an eyebrow. "You realise that's your answer to everything, don't you?"
Charlie turned from being on his stomach to his side, watching in amusement as his girlfriend tried to imitate him.
"'Oh, this new claw mark? I tried rolling away, but the dragon was so bloody fast. Look how beautiful the claws were, though'," she said, her voice going as deep a she could without having it be painful. She'd learned her lesson, having overdone it once before; the effort she had put into mocking him resulting in a hoarse throat and a whole day of death glares on her end, while Charlie just fed her soup with a sigh. She continued, "'Yeah, I got stuck and almost flew all the way back to Britain, but only because the speed of this Ukranian Ironbelly and his huge wings. Did you know they're the largest of all dragons?'"
Pansy stopped, twirled one of his locks around her finger, and smirked. "Although, I think my personal favourite is: 'Pansy, I'm telling you I didn't intend on burning the sweater you gave me, it's just that the dragon was faster than me.'"
Charlie laughed. "I told you then, and I'm telling you now; it wasn't on purpose."
She narrowed her eyes at him, no longer surprised to see it had no effect, but she did it anyways. "You hated that sweater."
"You got it for me our first Christmas."
"That's not an answer."
Charlie grinned. "If you think your Slytherin way of getting to the truth is going to help you, you're going to be sorely disappointed."
"It doesn't take cunning to find out if you're lying," said Pansy.
"No?"
"No. All it takes is asking your colleagues nicely—in a near Hufflepuff manner with biscuits and all— if they happened to witness the unfortunate incident."
Charlie stopped smiling, while Pansy's smirk had reached its full size. She kissed his cheek and got out of bed, not bothering to cover her naked skin.
At the door, she glanced back and said, "Don't try to outsmart me, dear. You'll find yourself losing far too much."
Charlie watched as her slender body disappeared into the bathroom, and when he heard the shower turn on, he hurried to join her. He grinned at the way she had apparently been waiting for him, and she returned his grin with a smile of her own. When they climbed in and stood together beneath the shower head, they couldn't help but simultaneously marvel at the temperature.
It was perfect.
