Quiditch practice finished, it’s the first time you’re last in the changing rooms. As you’re packing your things, your realize, since no one is around, you can try out the showers.
You slip off your shorts, and t-shirt that was stuck to you with sweat. You press that button to feel the cool flow of water come from the shower head onto your body.
Whilst your fingers scrub your short hair, you hear the door open. You freeze up. There shouldn’t be any more girl teams playing today-until you recognize the infamous goofy whistling of George Weasley from the year above. Who also happens to be your ex.
“Auright, see you tomorrow mate!” The door closes and you begin to hear what seems to be him- taking off his clothes? What’s he doing in the girl’s changing rooms??? You turn bright red, despite the chilling water.
He steps in the showers, and you don’t think he’s noticed you because he’s acting normal. You turn away, completely flustered.
“Ah! You also using the girl’s room, mate? The queue next door is wild!” He chuckles. Boy? You get called a boy a lot because of your hair- but Weasley’s seen your new haircut already- so you don’t get it.
“Um, I’ve forgotten my soap, d’you mind if I borrow yours?” He takes a step forward, so you put on the deepest voice you can and the words escape you against your will.
“Sure.”
His arm crosses you, barely a centimetre between you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder as he seizes the bottle next to you. His eyes lift, and his face scrunches to what you can only describe as pure realization and horror of how he’s acting.
“Y-Y/n?”
You nod awkwardly, and he steps back, lathering the soap all over himself, his back turned to you. His ginger hair shimmers under the waterfall of water falling on him.
“Y’know, yesterday I was thinking about the time we pulled a prank on Umbridge. We were laughing so hard in our hiding place,” He turns around with a sad smile.“I miss that.”
You bite your lip. He’s still got the same puppy eyes you can’t stop dreaming about.
“Me too.”
He crosses over slowly towards you, as if to ask permission, but you close the gap between you and fall into his arms. You snuggle to his same soft chest, like when the movies you watched together ended, or when you’d cry over little things. He pats your hair, and gives you a kiss on top of your head. You stand there for a minute, and all is well in the world.
He carefully untangles out of the embrace. Your lips meet his, his mouth familiar and warm. He pushes you against the wall, holding your wrists up on the tiles. You tongue inside his mouth, breathing heavily. He closes the gap between you and lets your wrists pull your head further in. His fingers course over you, electrifying you with each touch. Your lips part and you stare into each others eyes for a minute. He leaves the showers and wraps a towel around his waist.“We should get coffee sometime.”
You smile. “Yeah…we should.”