She certainly didn't shy away from teasing, that much was true. The only thing saving the situation from being outright pornography by the standards of the Hogwarts matrons, should any of them chance to spy her in this position, was that the lake was murky enough to obscure her calves below the waterline, so he was only catching a thin glimpse of them rather than half her leg at once. But the height she'd already hoisted her skirts to made his imagination run wild with what he might glimpse if she continued a little higher. He hadn't actually seen much of women's bodies, up to this point. He'd grown up with sisters, but they'd been separated from the nursery and into distinct rooms well before anyone's body had started to mature. He'd caught glimpses of other boys changing, stealing long looks when they were unlikely to notice, but he'd yet to actually see a girl's thigh. Or any other intimate part of one — though he had managed to touch a girl's breast while kissing her last summer, the interaction had been too brief and too dark for him to be much of an expert on the subject.

"I'd say you're definitely walking into danger," he said, tone playful. "Danger of soaking your skirts at the very least." (Was he trying to goad her into increasing the window between the waterline and the bottom of her skirts a little? Maybe). "But I'd do my best to rescue you, even if you deserved everything you got."

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