Trudging through the woods at the edge of his parents' property, Fred paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow with the t-shirt he had removed when he had apparated onto the Burrow's grounds.
It was the height of summer and Great Brittan was experiencing a heatwave unlike any other. Record breaking, skyrocketing temperatures had caused their small island to become a boiling pot.
The only time Fred had felt temperatures this high had been when visiting Bill in Egypt as a teenager. That had been lovely, enjoying a summer exploring tombs, pyramids, and riding on camels through the desert. He'd been young and their vacation had been full of relaxation, they'd swim in the cobalt blue ocean and drank icy cold Karkader, a sweetened drink made from hibiscus flowers. He hadn't minded the heat in Egypt.
The heat hits differently in London, however. He'd been stuck for most of the day in the back room of his store brewing complex potions for their products. Cooling charms hadn't been enough to ward off the humidity and heat caused by not just the temperature outside but also the flickering flames under each of his many cauldrons. It had been hot, stiflingly so and he'd been soaked in sweat long before the end of his workday.
Uncomfortable and annoyed by the heat, he'd called it a draw and cast statis charms over the cauldrons. Brewing could wait for another day, a cooler day. He'd been fantasising about the cooling cobalt ocean for most of the day, wanting to be submerged, to have a sweet relief from the intense heat that had taken over the country.
He was not however in Egypt and didn't fancy apparating to one of the many beaches around the UK, he knew they'd be packed with Muggle's on a day like today. He didn't want to risk been seen and he didn't particularly want to be surrounded by people. The city was noisy and crowded and he needed a moment of peace, away from such noise.
Instead of the ocean, he'd opted for the pond he and his siblings had swam in as children. The Burrow sat on around five acres of land, there was an orchard, woods, fields, meadows, and the pond. The pond sat around four acers from the home he had grew up in and you had to pass through the woods to get to it.
Fred had apparated to the woods and walked through them with determination, the shade from the trees overhead doing little to cool him, in the warm dry windless heat.
With a final dab to his brow with the t-shirt Fred began his trek again. He was close to the pond now, he could hear the gentle rippling of the water, a small stream ran into the pond from a nearby hill and the sound of it running was relaxing to his ears. At a large boulder next to a tall Firtree Fred turned North and the thinned out, the woods ending to be replaced by a small glen with the pond sitting at the centre of it.
So hot was the day that a layer of steam sat above the water, obscuring his view of most of the pond like layer of thick fog. The water didn't look promising, in terms of cooling him but Fred was sweaty and felt dirty. Anything would be better than his clothes sticking to him.
He wasn't worried about anyone seeing him, it was just after two o'clock on a Wednesday after all. Who else would possibly want a dip in the pond at this point in the day.
He dropped his t-shirt on to ground where he stood and discarded his shoes. Next, he pulled off his socks and wiggled his toes in the long grass. It felt fantastic to be free of the constricting converse he had been wearing. He deftly undid the button on his cargo shorts and pulled down their zipper, his shorts dropping down to his feet. He stepped out of them too and then did the same with his boxers.
It was a relief to be naked, to be free off the fabric sticking uncomfortably to his skin, he stepped forward, his feet testing the temperature of the water. It was warm yet far cooler than the air around him. He took more steps, the water lapping at his ankles, then his knees and hips, he didn't stop walking until he chest deep in water, the steam surrounding his shoulders like a warm blanket. He let out a sigh of relief at the cooling sensation of the water surrounding his heated skin. It was sweet relief indeed, he closed his eyes appreciating the moment, listening to the calm quietness around him. Other than the rippling of the water and the odd rustle or chirp from nearby wildlife, the pond was blessedly silent.
"Fred," a sweet, melodic voice spoke, the voice sounded shocked, he too was shocked by the presence of another in this moment. He opened his eyes, half expecting that the heat had caused him to hallucinate.
It was not a hallucination however for there was his own personal Aphrodite, Hermione. He'd had a crush on her for a while now and here she was naked and walking towards him, her hair was wild from the humidity and her skin was flushed red, whether from embarrassment or the heat, he was not sure.
"Hermione," he breathed, his eyes taking her all in, from her wild hair to her expressive chocolate brown eyes, quiet against his will his eyes travelled further south, taking in her large, tanned breasts, he imagined they'd fit perfectly in his hands. He could see freckles marking her flesh here like little constellations for his perusal. Her nipples were a dusty rose colour and from where he stood less than a foot from her, he could she that they were hard, sharp little peaks, perfect for sucking on, he wanted to do that to her, to take her nipples into his mouth and suck on them.
"Why don't you," she asked boldly, and Fred realised with horror that he'd spoken his desire allowed.
"What," he asked dumbly, surely, she hadn't just given her consent for him to suck on her tits in the Burrow's pond.
"Fred come here," she told him confidently, his feet moved unconsciously closer to her, Hermione leading him deeper into the pond like temptress. Perhaps she was like the lady of the lake here to enchant and imprison him like Nimue did to Merlin, or else like a mermaid here to draw him deeper into the water and take his last breath. Whatever the came he moved forward willingly, striding through the water until his chest was flush against her perky breasts.
"Hermione," he breathed, looking down at her hungrily, she tilted her head up, her dark eyes cloudy with desire.
"Kiss me Freddy," she breathed, who was he to deny such a request from the woman he'd secretly desired for years, ducking his head he lent in and connected his lips with hers in a fiery kiss unlike any other, Hermione let out a needy moan that had blood rushing to his already painfully hardened cock.
"Is this a dream," he asked between kisses.
"I hope not, I've wanted this for a long time," she whispered, a sultry look upon her face.
"I have too, love," he breathed between kisses, "I want you so badly," he confessed.
"Please," she groaned withering against him, he felt her hand grasp his cock, stroking its long thick length trice before she shifted, wrapping her entire body around his in the water, her core rubbing against the tip of his weeping member.
"Take me Freddie," she whispered, he didn't need her to ask twice, he clenched her hips and thrust into her, taking her for the first of what would hopefully be many times. Hermione let out a whine as he entered her, her walls clenching around him perfectly, causing him to groan in appreciation. God she was made for him, perfect in every way.
"I love you," he breathed claiming her lips once more, as he made love to her in the Burrow's Pond which was now steamy and heated for a completely different reason than the heatwave that was sweeping Brittan.