Swimming Pool

Chapter 1

"What do you mean swim?!"

"Exactly that Mr Potter. Swim. You need to be able to complete a surf life saving course in order to pass your Auror Qualification Test, and in order to do the surf lifesaving course, you need to be able to swim. Simple really."

"But-... you don't seem to understand - I don't swim."

Professor Michaels, Head of Auror Training Division No. 5, gave his star pupil (up until now) James Potter a look.

"That doesn't matter. I will enter you in a Swimming Training program to help you start, Mr Potter. You will start Monday."

-.-

Hysterical laughter bounced off the walls around James as he finished his tale of gruesome horrors to his friends. What was their problem anyway? Swimming was a gruesome horror!

"Sirius, I think your about to wet yourself... do I need to put you outside?"

Smirking at the abrupt stop of laughter coming from his 'apparently' good looking friend, he moved towards the fridge for another can of beer.

"At least I don't scratch my head for a week at a time every year." Sirius spat back, looking murderous.

"Well at least neither of you have to grow fangs once a month." This came from the quiet company of Remus Lupin, snorter extraordinaire.

"Aw, Remy! We all love ya!"

"I know you do Sirius... but what about the rest of them?"

Sheepish glances were cast around the room, from neat black hair, to pale blond, back to the prematurely grey and finally to the messy jet.

"SO?!"

Peter shook his head.

"Just wait a moment. Let's look at this fairly; he," Peter pointed to Remus with an eyebrow kink, "transforms into a raging beast every month. And you... you only have to spend one week of your entire life in the presence of an old, and probably fugly man who thinks you're a wimp. And you think your worse off."

James looked around at the amused faces...

"Hell yeah!"

-.-

James stared down at the water in front of him. It seemed so deep. Then he looked to the measure at the side... oh, 1.2 m's. He took a deep breath. Might as well get started. As his father always said, the sooner you start, the sooner you finish.

James looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. "Trainer: Evans - Meeting place: seats by deep end."

Deep end... what does that mean? He sighed heavily; not only did he have no idea where the hell he was meant to be, but as soon as he got started the most likely male instructor would kill himself laughing at a 22 year old learning to swim. It wasn't his fault anyway!

Sighing, yet again, he headed towards the only seat available, next to a gorgeous red head wearing a tight swim suit. Slumped in his chair at the other end of the pool to which he had began, he started fiddling with his instruction sheet... and then his pants; God Speedo's were uncomfortable.

The red head gave him a look, then eyed his pants with disdain.

"You wouldn't happen to be Mr Potter, would you?"

He glanced over at her. Leaning back in his chair he said, as smoothly as he could, "Yes, yes I am..."

"Right then, I suppose we should get started. I'm Evans."

She walked off, leaving James stuttering at her empty chair, her retreating back and what he now knew to be the deep end.

"But, but..."

Female... worse than male... not even old...

Oh hell.