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Lakes Are Good - R/Hr - PG
Title: Lakes Are Good
Rating: PG
Word Count: 415
A/N(optional):
“It’s a lake,” Hermione said sceptically.
“I know that, Hermione,” Ron said patiently.
She gave him a Look, but it was only Grade Three, so he didn’t worry.
“Lakes are good,” she said comfortingly. “Peaceful. And I’m enjoying sitting here, on the grass, with my book. And you. But I’m not going to jump in.”
“Why not?” he asked. “It’ll be fun.”
“To jump into the lake,” she clarified.
“Yes.”
“The cold, Scottish lake.”
“Yes.”
“With my clothes on.”
He waggled his eyebrows and let his eyes fall to her breasts, which were doing that thing he loved, like Puffskeins wriggling under a blanket, though he wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t gonna tell her that, as she folded her arms and huffed.
“Why would I want to jump into a lake, fully dressed?” she asked.
“Clothing optional,” he offered.
“Ron?”
“Well,” he said, moving closer and winding a lock of her hair around his finger. “I think you look fantastic wet, with your clothes all… clingy.”
“When have you seen me that wet?” she asked weakly, looking up into wide blue eyes.
“When we jumped off the dragon,” he admitted.
“You can’t be… you’re serious?”
He nodded.
“We… we’d just jumped off a dragon,” she said.
“I know that, Hermione.”
“We were covered in burns and I could barely struggle out of those heavy, wet robes and…” He looked over her shoulder, picturing it. “Focus, Ron!”
“You looked fantastic,” he said, looking back into her eyes. “I’m sorry if I’m a huge pervert, but there were such interesting things moving under those wet robes, and if Harry hadn’t been there, and we’d been, you know… together… I’d have ravished you right there, in the reeds.”
“You would?” she breathed.
He nodded solemnly, letting his fingers ghost across her lips. “And I thought you liked my hair wet,” he said.
“Well, yes,” she said. “It… darkens and… clings… your neck…”
“I’m wearing a white t-shirt, specially,” he pointed out.
“You… planned to jump into the lake, today?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said, as if it was blindingly obvious. “You. Me. Lake.”
“So,” she said slowly. “You want to run and jump into the lake, and then struggle out of the water and ravish me, here on the bank?”
“If you can get my jeans off,” he said, sighing heavily. “They’re rather tight, so when they’re wet…”
“Come on then,” she interrupted, leaping to her feet and holding out her hand. “What are you waiting for?”
Title: Lakes Are Good
Rating: PG
Word Count: 415
A/N(optional):
“It’s a lake,” Hermione said sceptically.
“I know that, Hermione,” Ron said patiently.
She gave him a Look, but it was only Grade Three, so he didn’t worry.
“Lakes are good,” she said comfortingly. “Peaceful. And I’m enjoying sitting here, on the grass, with my book. And you. But I’m not going to jump in.”
“Why not?” he asked. “It’ll be fun.”
“To jump into the lake,” she clarified.
“Yes.”
“The cold, Scottish lake.”
“Yes.”
“With my clothes on.”
He waggled his eyebrows and let his eyes fall to her breasts, which were doing that thing he loved, like Puffskeins wriggling under a blanket, though he wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t gonna tell her that, as she folded her arms and huffed.
“Why would I want to jump into a lake, fully dressed?” she asked.
“Clothing optional,” he offered.
“Ron?”
“Well,” he said, moving closer and winding a lock of her hair around his finger. “I think you look fantastic wet, with your clothes all… clingy.”
“When have you seen me that wet?” she asked weakly, looking up into wide blue eyes.
“When we jumped off the dragon,” he admitted.
“You can’t be… you’re serious?”
He nodded.
“We… we’d just jumped off a dragon,” she said.
“I know that, Hermione.”
“We were covered in burns and I could barely struggle out of those heavy, wet robes and…” He looked over her shoulder, picturing it. “Focus, Ron!”
“You looked fantastic,” he said, looking back into her eyes. “I’m sorry if I’m a huge pervert, but there were such interesting things moving under those wet robes, and if Harry hadn’t been there, and we’d been, you know… together… I’d have ravished you right there, in the reeds.”
“You would?” she breathed.
He nodded solemnly, letting his fingers ghost across her lips. “And I thought you liked my hair wet,” he said.
“Well, yes,” she said. “It… darkens and… clings… your neck…”
“I’m wearing a white t-shirt, specially,” he pointed out.
“You… planned to jump into the lake, today?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said, as if it was blindingly obvious. “You. Me. Lake.”
“So,” she said slowly. “You want to run and jump into the lake, and then struggle out of the water and ravish me, here on the bank?”
“If you can get my jeans off,” he said, sighing heavily. “They’re rather tight, so when they’re wet…”
“Come on then,” she interrupted, leaping to her feet and holding out her hand. “What are you waiting for?”