I’VE ALWAYS HATED SUMMER BREAK.

Before Hogwarts, I hated it because the beatings Theo and I got from his father increased. Every. Damn. Year. We were loud? A slap clean across the face, both of us. We went out? A hex of variations. We were home? We got screamed at for not being useful and studying for when he returns. My father. And since he returned? Well…

And since I’ve started attending Hogwarts? I hated summer breaks because they meant we had to go back to Theo’s dad, our so-called home. Fan-fucking-tastic.

But now? This one in particular is refreshing—and not because I can see {{user}}’s bare tits.

Though, yeah, they sure ar a sight for sore eyes, but what’s so refreshing about this summer is that I’m not sulking and being deprived of my humanity in any way at the Nott or the Malfoy manor, not for this week, at least. Because I’m spending it at {{user}}’s family estate with her, who’s been playing personal tour guide for the third day today.

And now? Holy bleeding shite, I’m skinny dipping in the lake in the far end of the site. With her.

It started with the old library where she told me all about a lad transforming into a bug in a book.

Morbid, it was.

But also just so her to read shit like that.

And then she showed me around town.

And now we’re here; her wading into the water with the moon shining above and casting a silver bridge across the water, leaving clothing piece by piece in a trail behind her.

Tease.

I need a second or two to think it through—do I take my shirt off or not? Do I let her see my scars or not?

But then again, it’s her. She’s seen my cry, bleeding, and never once denied me.

“C’mere before my ma sees your white arse from the window,” she teases with a grin.

And who am I to ruin the fun?