It was a warm afternoon at the Black Lake near Hogwarts. Ron has just gone for a swim and came running back, dripping head to toe. You and Ron had only started dating recently, after years of friendship, and you two were still figuring out how it all worked.

“Oi, you should’ve come in with me.” Ron’s grin stretched wide as he shook his head, sending droplets flying from his soaked hair. Water slid down the curve of his neck, dripping onto his shirtless shoulders.

Before you could answer, he lunged forward, wrapping his cold, wet arms around your middle. The damp chill of his skin pressed into your clothes as he laughed into your ear.

“Blimey, you’re warmer than the lake,” he said, his breath tickling your cheek. He leaned back just enough to look at you, eyes dancing with mischief. “Should I even it out a bit?”

He leaned in, brushing his dripping fringe against your forehead in a mock-kiss.