Fred and I lay on the shoreline of the small pond we had found. We had found it one day when we were wandering in the woods and had honestly been overjoyed. The summers here were too hot and we had no way of cooling off. Of course, when we found the little piece of paradise hidden behind about a mile of tall grass and woods away from the burrow, we told everyone.
The Weasly family, Harry, and myself had spent our fair share off time down there since then. Today, though, it was just Fred and me. Mrs. Weasly had come up with jobs for everyone, but knew Fred and I would just cause trouble, she sent us of somewhere else.
After a while Fred got bored of just lying there so he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and charged into the water. Once he was waist high, he proceeded to drop me of off his muscular shoulders. This was a problem for me because at fifteen he was 6'2 and I was a measly 5'7. Now six feet two inches is along way to fall, and I hit the water hard. I was completely submerged and came up sputtering.
We goofed around, splashing and shoving until I fell again. This time Fred actually helped me up. I felt like my bikini top was slipping down.
I turned to Fred, I knew I could trust him not to do anything stupid, and say, "Can you retie this?"
He looks at me nervously, which was very confusing, and then nods. I turn, pulling my hair up and feel his fingers gently untie the strings. His fingers are warm against my back, nimble, and slightly muscular, like a bludgers should be.
"Bloody hell, Fred! What are you doing?" We hear. We turn, me holding my now untied bikini to my chest, to find Ron gaping at us.
"I…I was… why do I need to explain what I was doing to you?" Fred states.
I just roll my eyes," Will one of you retie my bathing suit?"