It's Called The Black Lake For a Reason (phan hogwarts AU)

CHAPTER SIX - Dan's POV

        I’d never had much experience with kissing. A few unpleasant kisses with girls, an awkward kiss or two with a guy. But nothing comparable to this. Everything seemed to fall into place as my lips met with Phil’s, like as long as I was pressed up against him all the problems in my life would slowly dissipate into nothingness. I had one hand hooked into Phil’s soft black hair, and another held tightly around his waist, while both his fingers were tangled in the empty belt loops of my pants. After what felt like centuries, Phil slowly pulled his mouth apart from mine, out of breath.

                “Wow” he said, the freckles on his cheeks being washed out by the red blush. He slipped his arm around my waist and rested his head in the crook of my neck (which was oddly cute, because he was taller than me), and suddenly the night didn’t feel so cold anymore. The stars above us were like specks of diamonds sprinkled on a sheet of black ice, and seemed comforting and terrifying all at once. We sat together, staring up at the sky with only the rhythm of each other’s breathing to keep us company. Despite the fact that it was late September in Scotland, I almost could have fallen asleep right then. The coolness of the night was hardly noticeable while wrapped up in Phil’s arms, and it seemed his body heat was the only thing I needed to make me happy.

                “So... are we like, a couple?” I asked nervously, not wanting to say something stupid and totally ruin the moment.

                “If you want to be” he replied, and he sounded somewhere between sweet and sexy (a very thin line when it comes to Phil).

                “I want to be” I said gently, not wanting to miss a single of Phil’s heartbeats.  

                “So do I” Phil replied, and all I wanted was to stay in that exact position forever. Of course, it didn’t last quite that long.

                “Oh!” Phil suddenly jolted upright, as if he’d just remembered something. I couldn’t help the laughter from bubbling out of me – Phil was so animated when he did even the simplest things and it was too adorable not to smile. He turned to me, eyes shining.

                “Have you ever gone skinny dipping?” he asked, and whatever hope I seemed to have for his ideas came crashing down.

                “Oh my god, Phil, no. Are you mad? It’s called the bloody Black Lake for a reason” I said. It was cold. I didn’t have a towel. My hair would go all curly in the water. I’d heard stories of mermaids trapping people in the lake weed. There was absolutely no way I was getting in that water... Until Phil gave me that look.

                “Please” he said, dragging out the word. He leaned towards me, and even in the dark I could see how vibrant his eyes were. They weren’t like what romance novels describe blues eyes to be; deep and dark like a stormy ocean or light like shards of ice. His eyes were entirely unique, a beautiful mixture of blue, green, and yellow, that looked a bit like the sky on a cloudless spring day. And a cloudless spring day is exactly what Phil was; bright and happy, a never ending expanse of ideas and surprises.

                “I’d rather not” I said pathetically, though Phil and I both knew he had already won.

                “Please” Phil repeated himself, suddenly jumping up and pinning me down on the grass. He kissed me lightly on the lips. “Please”. He kissed me on the cheek. “Please” On the nose. “Please”. On the forehead. “Please”. He began kissing my jaw line, slowly moving down and around to my neck.

                “No! Phil, I hate when people touch my neck” I spoke quickly, sounding flustered. But he didn’t stop. He began peppering feathery kisses down my neck as I squirmed underneath him. He slowed down and focused on a single spot, right above my clavicle. A sudden moan escaped my throat, and Phil sat up.

                “I thought you didn’t like that?” he said skeptically, giving me a strange look.

                “I’m about as horrified as you are” I said, completely embarrassed, face probably bright red.

                “It was kind of hot to be honest” Phil admitted, and all I could do was laugh at the situation.

                “So... Skinny dipping time?” Phil sounded a bit too excited in my opinion, and I was completely terrified of just about everything that was going to happen. Undressing in front of hot guys, swimming in dark waters with possible creepy mermaids, getting hypothermia... It all sounded a bit like a nightmare. But I nodded submissively and accepted his hand to help me up. We wandered down to the water’s edge, and it looked as icy and uninviting as anyone would imagine. While Phil faced the water, I quickly ripped off my clothes, wanting to avoid any awkward ‘getting-naked-in-front-of-you’ situations. Before he had a chance to turn around, I leapt into the water, letting out a shrill shriek at the last moment. The initial shock of the cold was about equivalent to rubbing icicles on your naked body, but as I swam around a bit it started to feel almost a little refreshing. Almost. Suddenly I felt a wave of water hit me from behind, and turned to see Phil surfacing, shaking water out of his black fringe.

                “This is as horrible as I knew it’d be” I said, wiggling my fingers and toes to make sure they weren’t frozen solid yet.

                “Oh, come on, this is fun” Phil laughed, but a shiver overtook him partway and that made him sound a bit pathetic. I laughed at him and shook my already-curly hair in disapproval. He splashed me in the face with the water that honestly felt more like wet snow, and I realized that even in the most horrific situations, I would be happy as long as Phil was there.

                I splashed him back, and we spent a few minutes swimming around splashing each other in the water, acting like the complete fools that we were. I wouldn’t be surprised if we both ended up in the hands of Madam Pomfrey by the end of the night, probably turned blue from the cold. Every few seconds a violent shiver overtook my body, and I prayed to whatever god might be out there that Phil knew some kind of drying charm, because I certainly didn’t.

                “...Okay, I think I’ve had my fun. Want to get out?” Phil asked, teeth chattering. Together we climbed out of the lake, and my toes squelched in the mud. A cool wind was now blowing on my already frigid skin, and I can safely say it was the most uncomfortable situation I’ve been in thus far.

                “Do you know any drying charms?” I asked, voice strained, trying to ignore the fact that Phil and I were facing each other, completely naked and dripping wet. I didn’t let my eyes travel lower than his shoulders.

                “Yeah” said Phil, who I could tell had the same thing in mind. He half-walked half-slipped over to his pile of clothes and pulled his wand out of the pocket of his pants. Focusing on my eyes, he muttered something under his breath that sounded like ‘exaresco’, and suddenly I could feel the droplets of icy water receding from my goose-bumped skin. It took a couple seconds of feeling weird and tingly, but soon enough the water had stopped dripping from my curled hair and I could no longer feel the tickle of water droplets dripping down my chest. I was still cold as hell though, so I shivered out a weak ‘thanks’ to Phil and pulled my clothes on.