An explosion blowed in the tower of dark arts girl's bathrooms. Coating the walls and ground with lavender foam.
Weasley and you were coughing, completely drenched.
- "I do not understand, it should have worked." Garreth observed the cauldron.
- "Should have for sure, but worked? It clearly did not! You call that a Felix Felicis?" You giggled and threw bubbles in his face.
- "Hey! You cannot do that!" Weasley gasped.
- "Why not?" You did it again.
Garreth attempted to make you stop by grabbing both of your hands but ended up slipping, falling over you. Your back hitting the cold tiles.
- "Oh sorry! I did not mean to!" Weasley said on an apologetic tone.
He tried to get up in a rush but due to the slipperiness of the floor he lost balance again.
- "AH! Weasley! Are you trying to kill me?" You hissed.
The boy rose his head, wet ginger locks leaving water drops on your face. The proximity with his freckles tainted face made you blush a little.
- "I think the ground is not very dry..."
- "Yes indeed..." You turned your head to hide the embarrassement you were building up.
Weasley finally noticed the position you were in and his face turned as red as his hair.
- "Oh Merlin! I am so sorry!" He gently moved away, avoiding any sudden movements.
Once standing he helped you get up.
- "Well, I think we will have to study now... We cannot count anymore on the poti-". He tried to break the weird tension, but noticed mid sentence your white shirt was now see through.
You follow his eyes and immediatly covered your chest. As your cheeks turned red and started to feel hot you realised you did not brought your robe to the bathrooms. And where now concerned on how you could leave the room.
Weasley started to undress, which was now the apotheosis of your panic.
- "G-Garreth what are you do-" You received a robe straight in the face.
- "So you could cover yourself. Sorry it is not a Hufflepuff one..." He mumbled.
- "Oh... Thanks..." You expressed while putting it on. It was way bigger than your regular garment, but it was warm and comforting.
- "Let's get dried up before we get sick."
Weasley grabbed your hand, as you used to do. However, for some reason, it felt different this time.