 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
He hoped that she had gotten a good look at him before he dived right into the tub and made his impressive splash that soaked his girlfriend. Everything had been on point -- the way he looked in those swimming trunks, his luscious hair, his cannon ball technique, all of it had been worth a score of 10/10.
While he swam back to the surface, he watched Hady carefully, waiting for her to jump in after him or maybe shoot a spell as a friendly way to get back at him. However, none of that happened. She was up there shaking her head, laughing as she ran a hand through her brunette hair. His head popped up above the water just in time to hear the Slytherin call him a brat.
Frankie grinned at that remark as she jumped into the water.
The blond swam closer to her, his grin growing wider. "Yes, but I'm your brat," he said, placing a finger beneath her chin and directing her face toward his. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, not even noticing the mermaid quickly removing herself from the rock in her portrait with a huff, and then casually floated around the tub on his back, his hands behind his head. "Well, what do you think?"
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