You let out a high pitch whine as you flipped in your place to try and be able to feel comfortable. You were succumbing to the heat, and you wished that you were dead currently as at least in hell you would be cooler than in this hellish heat.

George walked over to you handing you an ice-filled drink before collapsing onto the sofa with your, holding onto his drink. His legs fell on top of you as he leant his head on the arm of the sofa at the other end to the one you were resting at.

"Move," you groaned.

Although you loved your boyfriend, it was too hot. Summer was hell. Living in England, it was rare that there was a hot day, however today happened to be 35 degrees and you hated it.

The two of you were at your shared home, and in the bare minimum clothing, keeping at least some decency. You were sweaty and practically clinging to the sofa. Every window possible was open and you even had two fans set up pointing at the pair of you.

However having him making contact with you just made you feel even worse. Sharing body heat wasn't something that was needed in this heat, even with just his calf pressed against the exposed skin of your side from your top riding up and you lacking the energy to move it back.

"No," he grunted jabbing his heel into your side.

"Isn't there a spell to help this hell?" You frowned moving the glass he'd put in your hand placing it onto your forehead, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He turned his head a little, resulting in you trying to find what he was looking at. Across the room on the side there sat his wand.

"Too far," he stated collapsing back into the sofa.

"Why does England have to betray us today?" You hissed in the stagnant air.

"I don't know," he grimaced. "I think I'm melting."

You gave a grunt in response, shuffling your legs out from under him, propping them onto his chest, flicking his nose with your toe, but quickly moving to try and get comfortable- it was a futile attempt.

"It's too hard to get comfy," he frowned.

"Move from my sofa," you said bluntly.

"I paid for the sofa."

You propped yourself up slightly, glaring at him.

"Don't kid yourself love. You picked it up from the shop. I paid for most of it," you stated.

Rather than a verbal response he grunted again.

Neither of you were prepared to move whilst the heat was causing you both hell. It wasn't as though you were going to do anything for the day, rather than just allowing you two to melt due to the horrific summer.

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Written by Charlotte.