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Bestfriend! Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex pt 4
Summary: Fred gets jealous when George starts flirting with you out of nowhere
Warnings: toxic! Fred, smut
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âUgh! I hate that greasy snake,â you seethed, barging into Fred and Georgeâs dorm. The two boys were paying you no mind, their lanky bodies perched on the windowsill surrounded by papers and boxes.
âMalfoy?â Fred asked, his eyes just barely lifting before gluing back to his work.
âNo. Snape,â you growled, throwing your bag down. âHe dress coded me. Again.â George raised a brow at his brother and chuckled as you threw open Fredâs trunk and began digging.
âLooking for something?â Fred teased, his fingers still working on the box of one of his products. You rolled your eyes and continued to invade his personal trunk.
âYes. My bloody tie,â you complained, throwing jumpers and socks across the room. This behavior didnât faze the twins, who had roomed with you plenty of times before. You hardly even noticed George hopping off the sill through your blur of rage.
âOh, are you looking for⊠this?â George teased, dangling your tie off of his fingers. Your face flushed as you stood up to grab it out of his hands. He raised it easily out of your reach, towering over you.
âNot so fast,â he smiled, waving his finger down in your face. Fred squinted at his brother, wondering where he was going with this. âWhy was this kicked across the room under my bed?â Your eyes instinctively flicked over to Fred, where Georgeâs gaze followed with an intensifying smirk.
âI mustâve thrown it off last week,â you huffed, reaching up again to grab it and failing. Georges smile felt almost degrading. His eyes switched over once again to Fred who remained silent on the window sill, looking unamused.
âShouldnât you be helping your girl keep track of her things, Fred?â George asked, resting his forearm against the bed frame with your tie still out of reach.
âYou see how she,â Fred motions to you with pity, âI canât keep track of everything she throws around the room.â You glared at him, surrounded by the remnants of his trunk. That was rich, it was probably him who threw it over there in the first place during one of your⊠tutoring sessions.
âDid you hear that, Y/N?â George asked, flinging the tie over your neck. âDonât worry though,â he leaned in closer, tightening the tie up to your collar and smoothing it down with his thumb. âIâll always be here to help you keep track of your things.â
You blushed as George strode leisurely back to the windowsill, Fred eyeing him.
âAlright, well anyway,â you cleared your throat, grabbing your wand from your waist band. âSorry for the mess.â You flicked your wand and Fredâs belongings began to sort back into his trunk.
âSee you at dinner,â Fred called as you began to leave. You waved your hand in response and scurried down to the common room, your tie feeling unreasonably tight against your neck. It was bad enough that youâd been developing a crush on your best friend ever since he so graciously helped you lose your virginity, and now you were getting flustered by his twin brother?
âKeep it together, Y/N,â you muttered to yourself, heading down the stairs to go to dinner. You decided that George was just teasing, and that Fredâs lessons were seriously perverting your thoughts.
Yes, Fredâs lessons were increasingly rotting your brain.
âAnd after we maneuvered past Filch,â Fred told the dinner table, gesturing out the story, âyou wouldnât believe what he ran into in the second floor boys room.â
Your eyes glazed over as Fred paused his story to eat a bite of ice cream, his wet lips closing around his spoon before spreading into closed smile. The sight of his mouth made you shift in your seat, instantly thinking of his kisses onto your heat. His large hands waved through the air as he continued, his sleeves rolled up just enough for you to glimpse the muscles in his forearms. Fred's lesson had conditioned you to associate the sight of his bare forearms with him holding down your hips to fuck you. You huffed and stabbed your spoon into your dessert.
âYou okay, darling?â Angelina chuckled, peering her head down to see your face. You straightened your back and took a bite of your own ice cream, nodding your head in complete assurance. Fredâs gaze snaked over to your side of the table, the teasing twitch of his lips melting you further into your seat. He tapped your ankle with his foot to snap you out of your daze. If only he knew what you were thinking about.
âYea, totally fine,â you said with your mouth full. Angelina turned to Alicia with an amused look on her face like get a load of this guy. Your eyes twitched in an attempt to keep them from rolling. After the day youâd had, you were seriously about to combust with frustration. You excused yourself from the table. A bath, you thought, that will make me feel better. Unfortunately for you, you hadnât made it 10 steps out of the Great Hall before someone else was calling your name.
âY/N! Wait up,â George called, jogging to catch up to you. George?
âIâm just heading back to the dorms for a bath,â you explained, confused why George needed you. You had stopped walking now and George towered over you in the hall, looking so similar yet also nothing alike his twin.
âDonât let me stop you,â he teased, extending his arm out with a bow to signal your way forward. You began to walk again, George falling in line with your steps. You eyed him curiously. âI just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the match tomorrow, since you have detention and all that in the morning.â He nudged you playfully as you scrunched your face in disgust at the thought of detention with Snape.
âYeah, of course Iâll be there,â you assured him, heading up the marble staircase.
âIn that case, will you wear my numbers tomorrow?â You stopped walking up the stairs, crossing your arms and leaning against the rail. George smiled curiously and shrugged, âFor good luck?â
âSure, why not,â you huffed out a laugh and continued on. It wouldnât be the first time you wore one of the twins jerseys at a match. But George was certainly acting strange today.
âYou donât think my dear brother Fred will be mad?â George pushed, raising a brow at you. You raised one back.
âWhy would he be mad?â You asked genuinely, continuing up the never ending flight of stairs. George sighed and look back ahead.
âI was hoping youâd tell me,â George mumbled, confusing you more. âAre you sure thereâs nothing going on between you and my brother?â
Your face flushed, deep and hot. Was there something going on between you and Fred? Well, yes, but not like that. The two of you were friends, right? Very, very good friends. Fred was such a good friend in fact, that heâd been nice enough to give you the sexual experiences you were too pathetic to get on your own. He was your best friend who overlooked your naivety and showed you how it felt to have an orgasm, to have his mouth move expertly against you, to have him thrust deep inside of you until you-
âWeâre friends,â you blurted out, maybe a bit too aggressively. George snickered but said nothing. At this point, you were worried he was going to do something weird like he had in the dorm earlier that day, but instead he just tormented you with impressively creative descriptions of all the terrible things Snape would force you to do tomorrow. By the time you got back to the common room, he simply ran upstairs, came back down, and promptly threw his jersey at your face before heading back up to get âa good nights rest before the matchâ. You rolled your eyes.
Your bath, which was supposed to be relaxing, instead turned into a mental battle of trying to wash your hair while blocking out imagery of Fred flexing beneath you with his eyes screwed shut. He looked so... so sexy like that laying on the mattress, his body gleaming with sweat and convulsing with that look on his face. You wanted to get out of the water and run to his dorm room, begging for him to fix the problem between your legs again. But alas, Georges words seemed to ring in your head, âAre you sure thereâs nothing going on between you and my brother?â
His words tormented you through the rest of the night and into your Saturday morning detention where you scrubbed empty jars and scraped dried cutting boards. You knew deep down that friends didnât make out, let alone have sex, but thatâs just it. You and Fred werenât friends, you were best friends. He would do anything for you and vice versa. You shook it off and convinced yourself you were overthinking things, heading back to your dorm to change. You threw on a denim skirt and begrudgingly some tights underneath since it was getting so damn cold out. You grabbed the jersey hanging off your bed and pulled it over your head. Rushing out the door, you grabbed your cloak and your wand, and hurried down to the pitch to meet the rest of your house.
The pitch was loud and lively as you squeezed your way between the rows until you found some friends. To be fair, most of your friends were on the quidditch team, so you settled next to Hermione and Ron and whoever else was nearby.
âY/N!â Hermione cheered, giving you a hug as you squeezed in the stands next to her. âGryffindorâs already scored.â She filled you in, pointing sharply towards the score board. Ron smiled awkwardly at you and waved hello.
You watched intently as the game continued, red and green blurring together as the players flew through the air. Fred and George were settled near the pitch closest to you, waiting for the action to come their way. You watched Fred run his hand over the shaft of his broom while his eyes followed the quaffle, his bat dangling from his other arm. You were close enough to scan the freckles on the back of his neck, his skin glistening under the sun with sweat. Your eyes followed past him to George, who was somehow already looking your way and running a hand through his ginger hair. You had to admit, his biceps were also looking good in the maroon uniforms. His face grew a smug smile before he sent a cheeky wink and wave your direction. Fred whipped his head around and met your flustered gaze with a clench jaw, before turning back towards his brother who just laughed. A ball came whizzing down the field, along with a wave of green and the twins sprung into action. The black blur of the bludger flew into Fred, where he met it with a powerful strike of his bat, a satisfying clang ringing through the field. The game continued, with both teams looking seriously intense. Fred, who was often seen laughing and smiling, was scarily focused on the opposing team. To be fair, everyone on the Gryffindor team hated the Slytherins, they played dirty and made an obvious target of Harry Potter. Fredâs hands were at the forefront of you gaze, constantly gripping. Like the way they gripped your thighs when he put his mouth on your clit. You scolded yourself for your dirty thoughts, having Ron sitting near you. But who was kidding, you were fully indulging in the sight of Fred. He looked worked up and sweaty, and it was hot. You bit your lip to try and contain yourself. You pulled on the collar of Georgeâs jersey to get some air for the rest of the game.
Torture. Torture all the way from the pitch and back up to the common room, where the celebratory party was taking place. You didnât want to hang out with everyone and get drunk, you wanted Fred. Youâd barely seen him today and you didnât want to be needy but at this point you were soaking through your tights and you wanted nothing more than for him to give you another âlessonâ that would selfishly end in another orgasm. You huffed and threw back another gulp of your drink. The common room was buzzing now, with music and drinks and everybody merry. You hung around with Hermione, waiting for the team to get back.
âAre you alright?â Hermione asked for the third time today. Youâd been flushed since noon.
âYes,â you replied, choking a bit on your drink. Hermione side eyed you, but even she knew not to ask more. Finally, the team burst through the portrait hole and the room roared with cheers.
âAye, Y/N! Did you see that goal I made at the end? How does it feel being roommates with the quidditch star of the season?â Angelina boasted, pulling you into a rough hug. You chuckled and gave her an exaggerated kiss on the cheek.
âAbsolutely brilliant, Angie!â You complimented, before doling out hugs to Katie and Alicia. Fred and George were close behind
âWerenât too cold watching the game?â Fred teased, eyeing up and down your legs. Merlin have mercy.
âGood job out there,â you congratulated with your usual smile, expecting him to meet you with his bone crushing hug and eager excitement to celebrate. Except Fred was not smiling. He actually looked mad for a second, eyeing your jersey with a clenched jaw. âFred?â You asked sheepishly, confused why your best friend looked enraged at you. His face seemed to morph at the sound of your voice, the smile creeping back up on his lips as he let out some sort of breath and pulled you into a hug.
âThanks darling,â he chuckled next to your ear, crushing you with his arms. You slapped at his back with a muffled noise, signaling him to stop smothering you. âAlright, alright,â he chuckled, pulling away and standing off to the side to receive some claps from the underclassmen.
âThat looks good on you,â George approached, reaching forward to thumb his jersey between his fingers. Fredâs interest was peaked.
âThanks?â You replied, looking down at his hand and up again to see maybe the most obnoxious smirk ever spread across his face. You flushed purely from proximity. âWell, good job with the match.â You cleared your throat. George chuckled, glancing at his brother before leaning in to whisper,
And with that he maneuvered around you, leaving your gaze to follow him and his pure audacity. You watched as Fred moved to walk in tandem with him, greeting him with a more than playful shove. You watched as George laughed and threw his hands up in defense while they went to grab drinks.
âOh hoho,â Angelina laughed, returning with her drink. âTrouble in paradise?â
âWhat does that even mean?â You groaned, gulping down the rest of your drink.
âAtta girl,â Angelina grinned, ushering you and the rest of the girls to grab more drinks. The common room was bustling now, with partygoers from every house filing in to rejoice in the defeat of Slytherin. You and your friends gossiped in a circle beside a couch, giggling more with every round of drinks. The room got louder as people got drunker and began to dance. Soon the conversation inevitably switched the Katie and Oliverâs sex life. You listened as your friends boasted about some of the cute Ravenclaw boy across the room, and who was next on whose roster. You werenât really paying attention, simply drinking and making your cheeks more flushed as you fantasized about all the things you and Fred had been doing in your âlessonsâ. Of course you were far too shy to admit any of this to your girls right now. You werenât even sure what to call half the things Fred had done to you. But it didnât help that Fred had now taken off half his uniform and stood across the room in a tight fitted t-shirt that showed off his neck, biceps, forearms, fingersâŠ.
âY/N, come dance!â George called, coming over to you from the dance floor. He was drunk off his ass.
âNo,â you laughed, watching as he made his way over with a pout. He tilted his head and placed his hands under your elbows to try and lure you out.
âCâmon,â he pouted, failing to stifle his laugh as Fred rolled his eyes with genuine annoyance and began to walk over. You shook your head and laughed as George moved a hand to your back to try to pull you out agin. âLetâs dance.â
âNo,â you laughed again throwing your head back and attempting the pull away, the effects of the alcohol coursing through you. Georgeâs smile was as goofy as ever trying to coerce you onto the dance floor.
âIf you wonât, I will!â Angelina called dibs, dragging George backwards to dance with a boisterous laugh. George had already forgotten about you when Fred gripped your arm and began to drag you away from the action.
âHey! That hurts,â you whined, stumbling a bit behind him as he pulled you towards the stairwells. He didnât loosen his grip, instead pulling you further into the dark, into one of the halls under the far back corner of the common room. âFred- oof!â He pushed you against the wall and towered over you. You peered up at him, unaware as to why he was seething above you.
âYouâre driving me crazy,â he breathed, his hands clutching around your waist with a firm grip, âletting him touch you like that.â
âI donât understand,â you flushed at his dark gaze, dropping your head down. The alcohol flushed through your bloodstream, causing tears to prickle in your eyes. His hand pulled your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him.
âCâmon, Y/N. I knew you were naive but I didnât think you were that fucking stupid,â Fred growled, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he pressed you further against the stone.
âW-what?â You managed, squirming in his grasp as he pressed his leg between your thighs.
âGeorge has been flirting with you all night, havenât you noticed?â Fred chuckled darkly in your face. You shook you head, eyes welling up in confusion. Fred shook his head and clicked his tongue, graciously wiping away your tears with his thumb. âHe has been. All day. And I donât like it, youâre mine.â Your heart skipped.
âYes. Itâs a new lesson now. Itâs called exclusivity, you know, when you only fuck one person?â He explained sarcastically, his thigh pressed firmly against your cunt.
âJust one?â You squirmed, your brain not really grasping any of the material in this curriculum. You had no sense of logic, your nervous system in high alert from being grabbed and pushed and interrogated. You couldnât even control the whiny hum of pleasure that escaped your throat as his pants rubbed you through your tights.
âYes, just one. Unless you like slutting around like the rest of your friends,â he laughed, his hand sliding now to grab the back of your neck, his thumb swiping delicately across the front of your throat. You shook your head and swallowed against it.
âN-no, I only want to be with you. I donât like George,â you explained yourself desperately, pushing against his leg to get some sort of friction. Fred seemed endeared by your struggle, but his left hand mercilessly pushed your hips back against the wall.
âYou like me then?â He questioned, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your pouty lips. You nodded and swallowed again.
âI only like you,â you explained eagerly, grasping at the front of his t-shirt. âIâve only been thinking about you all day, and I only want to get fucked by you.â His grip was still tight around the sides of your neck as he chuckled at your confession. Tears snuck out from the corner of your eyes again from your compromising position against the wall, needy and drunk.
âGood, you should be thinking about me,â Fred chuckled, loosening his grip around your neck to wipe a stray tear from your jaw. âOnly me.â His gaze intensified, causing you to nod profusely.
"Only you," you repeated, unable to form your own words at this point. Your hips struggled against his hand again, but he wasn't budging. No, instead he laughed at you. Again. You whined and pouted, giving him your most needy eyes to let him know exactly how you were feeling.
"Aw," Fred mocked you, returning a pout beneath his smirk. "Do you want me to touch you, darling?" You nodded furiously, attempting once again to push yourself onto him. He chuckled lightly and came forward, slowly. His lips ghosted over yours, his hand still holding your chin in place.
"But you haven't been a very good girl tonight, have you?"
You could've jumped off the tower right then and there. You were soaking through you tights, your skirt pushed up from his grip, and he was just laughing in your face. Torturing you.
"I'm sorry, Fred," you whined, trying to get through to him in your haze of debilitating want. "I didn't know. Please." You were practically crying again, struggling in his grip.
"Shh," he shushed you, pressing his forehead against yours and swiping his thumb along your hip, dangerously close to your center. You let out a moan, the slightest touch from him almost sending you over the edge. "I'll take care you, hmm? Is that what you want?"
"Please," you whimpered, shaking against the stone. "Please, please, please, I need it so bad. I'll do anything you want me to, Fred please."
"So polite," Fred huffed out a laugh. He pulled away from you roughly and you almost collapsed, your legs instinctively pulling together to try and soothe the ache between them. Fred peaked around the corridor before grabbing your hand again and dragging you forward. You clumsily smoothed down your clothes as Fred took you back out to the common room, immediately b-lining towards the stairs. You were moving quickly, and before long he had pulled you into his room and locked the door behind you.
"It's time for this to go," he said darkly, before using his hands to tear George's jersey split down the front. Your gasp was interrupted by Fred shoving you into the door, his lips already on yours before you had time to process what was happening. Somehow, Fred managed to make the kiss soft and wet, while forcing his tongue into your mouth. His hands tore the jersey off of your body, biting your bottom lip as he did so. You whined and looked up at him. You'd never seen him look like this before, and the stark image had your hands grasping at Fred's shirt to ground yourself. He kissed you again, his hands gripping viciously at your hips. You were anything but quiet, greedily reacting to every movement of his lips and teeth as the worked on your mouth. He grunted as his hand came beneath your ass, hoisting you up so you were level with him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his middle.
His cock was pressing against you, solid and rough beneath his pants. You used your arms around his neck to pull yourself up, just enough to grind back down and provide yourself with some friction. He pushed you further into the door, his hand gripping so close to where you wanted them but not quite there. You were certain he could feel the slickness pooling through your tights. His fingers dug into your ass, pressing into your sensitive skin and moving rhythmically with his kisses.
"Mmph- Fred," you cried into the kiss, but continued to meet his lips. He grunted into your mouth, wet and hot, but he didn't stop yet. He ground into your hips again and that was it. You couldn't take it for another second.
"Fred, please," you begged, turning your head to talk. He continued to kiss down your neck, rough and sucking hard. "I- I need you to make me cum." That made him chuckle into your neck, he left a few more open mouthed kisses under your jaw.
"You need me to make you cum?" he repeated, meeting your pleading eyes with his own. You nodded pathetically. "Okay baby."
Before you knew what was happening he had set you back onto the ground and dropped to his knees. You panted, left standing above him in your bra, your hands still resting on his shoulders. He tugged at your skirt, shoving it down you legs along with your tights and panties. You would've flushed from the exposure if you weren't completely drunk with desire. You helped him kick off your shoes and bottoms mindlessly.
Then he threw your right leg over his shoulder and kissed into your core all at once. Your head whipped back into the door without warning, his other hand coming up to your stomach to stabilize you as he spit onto your clit. The feeling of that made you writhe, and he used that opportunity to push his tongue inside of you, your wetness covering his chin. This felt so different from the last time. It felt filthy. Your brain couldn't even comprehend what was happening as Fred's mouth moved against you, his left arm wrapping around your leg so his hand could pull up on your skin, exposing more of your clit for him to suck. He licked straight up from your entrance to your sensitive clit. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds of this attack before your leg nearly gave out, the familiar feeling building within you core.
"Oh my god, Fred," you moaned from somewhere deep inside your throat. "I'm gonna-" Fred pulled off of you immediately, panting below you and watching as your face changed from imminent orgasm to shock. His lips curled into a lopsided smile.
"Sorry darling," he played, standing up slowly and grabbing your hips forward to pull you off the wall. "It's my turn now."
Your eyebrows remained knit together and jaw slack as he spun you around so he was now leaning against the door.
"Wh-what?" you sputtered, his hands pushing down on your shoulders. Without meaning to, you obediently fell to your knees. Your cunt was throbbing and leaking onto the backs of your calves.
"Good girl," he said, placing his hand under your chin as the other one undid his belt. You just stared up at him, looking dumbfounded and flushed. You were so close. In fact, you were still one touch away from coming all over yourself.
"But-" you tried, Fred putting his thumb into your mouth to stop you.
"I told you, it's my turn now," he instructed, pulling his throbbing cock out in front of your face. You looked at it, then back up to Fred who was holding it out expectedly. You'd never done this before, but something primal inside of you knew what to do. Merlin, your mouth was salivating at the sight of him. You grabbed onto the base of his cock with your hands, sticking your tongue out and looking up at Fred for reassurance. He bite his lip and nodded at you, moving his hand to the back of your head to help you forward. You wrapped your mouth around his tip and tasted the saltiness of him.
"Fuuuck," he breathed, his hand pushing you further into him. You gagged slightly and he threw his head back, easing the pressure on the back of you head. You moved off of him for a breath before licking his tip again. He gripped a handful of your hair, trying to restrain himself from shoving his cock down your throat. "Just like that again, baby. So good."
His praises and blatant pleasure across his face prompted you to open wide again for him, taking him as far as your throat would allow. You kept gagging but every time his dick hit the back of your throat, he moaned so beautifully that you didn't even think to stop. It was a challenge to keep up your pace while watching his face twist with pleasure, but you managed. You were grinding yourself down on your calves while you worked, mindlessly trying to get relief from the tension Fred had built up inside of you. You moaned, your eyes lulled shut as you took him down your throat.
"Okay that's enough," he grunted, pulling you off of him immediately. You had barely opened your eyes before he picked you up off of the floor, carrying you over to the bed like you were some sort of pillow.
"Mmph!" You huffed into the mattress when he threw you down. You tried to turn over but his hand was already on the back on your neck as he crawled over your body.
"You ready?" he asked, his free hand sneaking between your legs to pry them apart. You nodded into the mattress and whined, pulling your legs apart and sticking your hips up for him. You could feel him smile against your neck as he huffed out a laugh. You felt his tip swipe along your entrance before pushing inside of you.
"Fred," you moaned, muffled into the bed. He grunted in response and bit down on you shoulder, thrusting into you again. Your breath hitched when he pulled back, dragging himself slowly against the walls of your tight pussy. Then he pushed himself in again, agonizingly slow and yet somehow harder than he'd ever fucked you before. You cried out as you felt him bottom out inside of your, your cunt stretched perfectly to fit him.
"That's it baby," he breathed, thrusting into you again, his body almost flush against your back. "You like that?"
You groaned, turning your head to the side breath outside of the mattress. Fred took the opportunity to sneak his hand under your chest and pulled you up, fucking you from a new angle.
"Fuck, there you go," he groaned, his other hand coming to play with your clit as he continued to fuck you deep and slow.
"Yes," you gasped, your head falling back onto his shoulder. "Oh my god, right there." Fred's fingers continued to slick over your clit, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. You felt a deep wave of pleasure pulse from your stomach down through your toes and moaned, collapsing further into Freds arms. He didn't stop, instead moving his mouth to bite softly on your ear. Again, a wave of pleasure pulsed through you, so close to where you needed to be. Then faster again the third and you snapped. You cried out as you came, hard and fast around Fred's throbbing cock.
You heard him groan brokenly as you pulsed around his cock, and you felt him twitch inside of you. Suddenly your pulsing orgasm was surrounded by him, hot spurts streaming inside of you as he pushed up one last time, before lowering you forward to the mattress to the best of his ability. The two of you panted and shook, the aftermath of your orgasms rendering you out of breath and wordless.
After Fred caught his breath, he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and sensitive. You let out a small whimper, rolling over to your side as he fell beside you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed the side of your face. You turned to catch his lips, kissing him deeply as the two of your groaned into each others mouths, covered in sweat and cum.
"Sorry, I was a little rough," Fred laughed lightly, not sounding very sorry.
"I liked it," you whispered without thinking. It seems like you hadn't been thinking all evening, Fred rendering you stupid. Fred smiled into your lips and kissed you again.
"I like you," he said, his thumb swiping along your cheek.
"I like you, too," you smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. You couldn't get enough.
"I know, you already told me downstairs," he said, you could hear the smirk.
"Shut up," you said, your smile refusing to diminish. He laughed and kissed you again.
The door handle rattled and the two of you snapped out of your bliss.
"Alohamora," a drunken voice said from behind the door.
"Shit," Fred muttered, snapping the bed curtains shut with a mutter. Thank Merlin one of you were good at wandless magic.
The door opened and you heard two people giggling. George and Angelina.
"I can't believe- hey!" George gasped. "What happened to my jersey?" You could hear him pick it up off the floor. You could already imagine the trail of evidence leading to Fred's closed curtains.
"I literally knew you guys were shagging!" George huffed, tossing presumably his jersey to the floor. Angelina was poorly stiffling her laugh. "My own brother hiding his girlfriend from me-"
"Alright, shut it George," Fred called. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"But-" Georges voice muffled out as Fred cast a silencing spell around his bed. You giggled and buried yourself into his shoulder.
"Let's go to sleep darling," Fred chuckled softly, kissing your head. "I'll give you a lesson on being my girlfriend in the morning."
