It Took Time (Fred Weasley)
This was been in my draft for months already. I decided to finally post it. This story contains 6.2k words. Enjoy!
Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (With a little bit George x Fem!Reader)
Warning: IT CONTAINS SMUT (Guys, I know this is the first time I released smut fanfiction. I just hope this one is good enough. I did not intend this story to have smut, but there you go. Enjoy your meal.)
I am madly in love with George Weasley. Yes, the famous George Weasley who always gets into trouble along with his brother, Fred Weasley. It was hard liking someone inside your circle of friends.
I tried not to be obvious about my feelings for him. I try to act casual because it's my way of controlling myself to burst my emotions when I'm with him. But sometimes I just can't help myself from showing him.
George would always sit beside me and talk about everything. Like his favorite spell or his memorable pranks. With every word he says, I can't help but get lost in it. I stare at him with dreamy eyes. And even if I get lost in his words, I still understand everything he said and it always piques my interest. I'll never get tired of his stories.
Unlike his brother, George seems to be more reserved. I don't know how to explain it but without Fred, he wouldn't be as chaotic as he is today. I guess they just complete each other.
"I think he fancies you," Angelina whispered beside me. I nudged her and rolled my eyes.
"I think not. Now, shut up and let me do homework." I continued to write on my parchment paper.
I would be lying if I say I didn't think that he fancies me. I mean, it's possible. Or maybe I just like to assume things and feed my delusions. Because there are times he would flirt, but I don't know if that was intentional or if it's not.
"Damn you, Angelina." I glared at her. She looks confused as to why I cursed at her.
"I am mad. I really fancy him. And I can't do something about it." I buried myself on the table.
"Then confess to him. You'll never know until you initiate the move to tell him." She's right but what if I have been wrong all this time? That he simply just sees me as his friend.
George Weasley, why are you so hard to read?
"So... Any ideas how will you confess to him?" Angelina leaned on the table with a teasing smirk placed upon her lips.
"Shut it." I tried to ignore her but she was too clever to know it'll just keep bothering me and in the end, I would talk about it.
"Oh, I don't know, Angelina!" I slammed my quill and looked at her. I noticed that the Common Room went silent, so I looked around. They were all looking at me.
Okay, maybe I slam my quill too loud and too hard. I gave them my apology look and went on about what they were doing a while ago.
"Whoa, calm down, girl. You know I think it's unnecessary to confess--"
"But you just said a while ago?!" I am upset. Because it's been frustrating since then when I started to like him.
"I know. But listen to me. Everyone in this room knows you fancy him. Even his twin teases you about it. I'm sure George knows it too somehow. Maybe he just acts dumb because like you, he doesn't want to assume things."
"So, I should confess to him?"
"It's not like it's your obligation to do so. But if it's what you want. If it's the only way to stop you from overthinking then go. Take the risk or lose the chance, they say." Angelina smiled at me. She just knew the right thing to say.
As the day goes by, I intend to show that I like him. But I'm not sure if he can tell. I'm not good with words. Never was. I'm starting to stutter, I can't even look at his eyes when I talk to him. I'm nervous whenever he's around.
Poor George doesn't know what I was feeling. How I was acting weird when he sits beside me during class and in the Great Hall.
If I don't tell him sooner, I'll forever look dumb in front of him.
"I can't tell him," I whispered to myself. Maybe it's because it's too soon. George and I recently got close this year because he joined me in playing exploding snaps during the first day of our sixth year. Ever since then, we just talk and talk.
"Hey, Longbottom." I knew I recognized that voice. I looked to see George making his way beside me.
"George." I greeted with a faint smile.
"You are?" Why was he looking for me? Millions of possibilities went through my mind about why he was looking at me.
"Yes, I am. Lee was telling me about our paper and told me to get you so we could start at the Library." Oh. Of course, our research paper.
"You? When did George Weasley suddenly talk about boring stuff? What piques your interest?" I teased him and he just laughs.
Damn, his laughter. It's making my stomach churn or whatever it is.
"Well for one, Lee wanted to finish this paper so he could still be commenting in the upcoming Quidditch. Because Godric knows how bad his marks are."
"Aren't yours bad as his?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Rude but yes. That's one, no, two. And lastly, we know the kind of nerd you are and how you like to finish the given tasks as soon as possible. Aren't we making this easy for you, Longbottom?" He was grinning and looking at me. I swear I could feel my whole face turning into a beet red.
"Fine, Weasley." I took my stuff as he leads the way through the Library where Lee is waiting for us.
Once we entered the Library, Lee waves us over to the table where he was and books are already opened. I sat beside him while George took the seat in front of us.
"You do realize we still have a month to do this paper, right? We don't have to start right away." I told him while I bring out my notebooks and quills and ink.
"Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?" Lee acted surprised as I rolled my eyes at him.
"I mean, the sooner we finish this, the better. Don't you agree, George?" He looked at his best friend who nodded and grinned like an idiot.
"I feel like you two are messing with me." I glared at them.
"Never," George answered.
I didn't push the subject any longer and started to skim the books Lee placed on our table. I guess, it is better to have this paper finished.
Later that night, I told Angelina how my day and her day went like we always do before going to bed.
"Have you decided?" Angelina asked while she was helping me brush my hair. We were both looking at each other in our reflection in the mirror.
"It's only a month since I started liking him. Don't you think it's too soon?" I was already playing with my necklace's pendant which was given by my mother. I did this a lot of times whenever I'm nervous.
My best friend held both of my shoulders and gave me an assuring smile.
"Then take your time. I'm sure you'll get the courage to tell him. I mean, we're Gryffindors, are we?"
Exams are coming soon and I cannot focus. His image comes into my mind and I can't focus. I really need to tell him. I should, it would help me clear my thoughts. It was now or never.
I grabbed my sweater before leaving the Common Room and looked for the red-haired male almost everywhere in the castle. Then, I remembered they were supposed to be at the Courtyard today.
When I finally saw the guy I was looking for, I didn't waste any moment and grabbed his wrist. I heard some of the students whistling and teasing us, including his brother while I look for a quiet place where we can talk.
"Is something the matter, Y/N?" He looked into my eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I... I--there's something I need to tell you..." I could faint at any moment because my hands were cold and shaking.
Deep breaths, Y/N. You can do this.
"I like you. It's bad, I know. We became friends not long ago. It was getting worst and I can't just sit still and do nothing about it. You don't have to like me back. And I understand if...if you don't want to be friends with me anymore..." I could feel my cheeks getting wet from my tears.
I'm frustrated and confused because, for the first time, he's the first guy who is gentle toward me. I couldn't look at him even though I want to see his reaction. I'm scared.
"I don't know what to say... It's not like every day I received confessions like this. But..." He took a step closer to me. "Could you give me time? To think about, I mean."
I didn't answer him instead, I nodded. I tried to wipe my tears but a hand stopped me and gave me a handkerchief.
I went back to the Common Room and saw Angelina waiting for me. She saw how red my eyes are and quickly went over to me. She embraced me, comforting me in her arms.
"How did it go?" She asked as we enter our dorm room. We sat in my bed and she tried to fix my face.
"I do not know. He told me to give him time. But Godric knows he won't talk about that conversation again unless I initiate it."
I tried to avoid George every time we cross the hallways, Angelina would sit beside me during classes and never left my side.
I was fixing my things when suddenly the door slammed hard. I turned to look around to see Angelina panting hard as if she had run all the way into our dorm room.
"Angelina! Are you all right? You look like you ran--"
"That's because I ran all the way in here." She took off her scarf and throw it on her bed.
"You need to talk to him." She firmly said to me. I looked away.
"Y/N, it's more painful to leave a question not answered than get rejected. I cannot stand my two best friends avoiding each other when they only got to be friends before the term started." She took my hand and helped me to stand up.
"I don't want to get your hopes up. But I heard him and Lee talked about you. He told Lee that you had a chance but--"
"Nothing comes good after 'but'." I joked.
"I know. But he's scared, Y/N. He doesn't want to hurt you. If you talk to him now... You might help him to chase away anything that scares him from being with you. You need to take another risk."
"He's in the Common Room. Talk to him, Y/N. If it doesn't work out then I'm here for you. Always." She kissed my cheeks and pulled me out of the room. We took downstairs and saw the three of them.
He was laughing together with his best friends, Lee and Fred. Angelina went over to them and the two boys stood up. They both looked at me and smiled. The boys and Angelina left the room, leaving me and George.
"Am I an idiot for liking you this much? Because if I am, then I must be the most idiotic of all idiots." I fake laughed but he didn't. His face showed an expression I'd never seen before. It was dark. It feels like he took my breath away.
He took steps closer to me.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I am ready to be with someone. I don't want to hurt you because you are one of the most important people in my life." I saw how he wanted to touch me or take my hand. But something was stopping him. It's like he can't take the risk of touching me like I'm fragile. He thinks that once he touches me, I'm going to break. He is scared of hurting me more.
"I'm sorry for making you wait for nothing."
"No, I get it. And I'm sorry... For avoiding you, for acting like I didn't know you, or pretending like we weren't friends at all after I did something that made you feel uncomfortable." I gave him a faint smile.
"I hope we can still be friends."
"We are friends, George. We always will be." our eyes never left looking at each other until the clock struck midnight.
"Good night, Weasley. I'll see you tomorrow." I started to walk away. I didn't bother to wait for his response.
"Good night." I heard him say before I reach the top of the stairs to look at him one last time before entering into my dorm room.
The rejection helped me to calm my thoughts. To stop me from assuming but the sudden actions from him never stopped. How he makes sure I don't get sweaty and hot from the sun's heat. Or when it rains he casts a spell to make an umbrella and we would share it.
How can I move on when his words are contradicting his actions? Why does he keep making me a fool?
"What're you three doing?" I saw the twins and Lee brewing something in their cauldron. Potions ingredients were everywhere. If McGonagall saw this mess they would've been sent to detention straight away.
"Fred and George Weasley! You're making an aging potion! And you, Lee Jordan, tell me why am I not surprised that you're also a part of this?" I know what they're trying to do. They're going to try and trick the Goblet of Fire.
"Of course, you could tell by looking at the ingredients. Brilliant, isn't she?" Fred grinned like an idiot.
"No need to state what's always been obvious, Forge." He commented on his brother. They continued to mix the potion as if I wasn't there to scold them which I am debating on it.
"Have you decided?" Lee asked.
"It's painful to look at you when you're trying to decide whether to tell McGonagall or you'd rather help us finish this potion." He explained.
"Actually... I'm not. Because this is stupid. Dumbledore cast a spell around the Goblet. You cannot trick the Goblet of Fire or Dumbledore." I lectured them but they just snickered.
"No wonder Hermione worships the ground you walk, Longbottom." Fred teased me as I rolled my eyes at him.
"You three are going to regret it," I warned them but they just seem not to care.
"And thank you for the warning." The twins said in chorus.
"breaking the rules." They gave me their most mischievous smiles.
I looked at Lee and he just shrugged. "What they said."
The next day, we were in the Great Hall during our free time. Hermione sat beside me, reading her book while I helped my brother with his assignment.
"You're joking," I told my brother. He looked at me, confused.
"You don't need my help in Herbology, Neville. You have high marks than I was when I'm in your year. Have confidence in yourself."
"Really?" I pinched his cheeks as I nod at his question.
Suddenly we heard laughter and looked to see the three pig brains. They went over in our direction while holding a small bottle containing the potion.
"Done it." Fred showed us the potion. I rolled my eyes at him while Hermione was trying to stop them.
"Honestly, don't even try," I whispered to her but she continued.
"It's not going to work." Hermione sang the words as the twins went closer to her. Fred looking at her, closely as well as George.
"Oh, really, Granger?" Fred smirked at her. Hermione tried to explain what I already told them last night.
And of course, they didn't listen to her and drank the potion. She looked at me, annoyed at the three boys. I mouthed her 'I told you, so.' before she went back to her book. Harry and Ron seem to be fascinated by the trick.
After they drank the potion, they stepped inside the circle and the students clapped and cheered them on.
Oh, now I'm curious what's going to happen. I watched them put their paper in the Goblet. We saw nothing happen to them so the students clapped in amazement. Of course, I believed that something is still going to happen.
And something did happen.
"Argh!" Lee, Fred, and George flew out of the circle as they aged into an old man. Peals of laughter filled the entire Great Hall. I couldn't help but also laugh. They tried to punch each other and put the blame on one another.
Later that day, Angelina and I decided to visit them in the Hospital Wing. They were finally going back to their age. Well, almost.
"I'd say a beard looks good on you, Weasley." I joked as I sat beside his bed. I touched his beard as he chuckled.
"I still look like a thirty-year-old man." He smiled.
"Better than looking like an eighty-year-old man."
"Ouch. I expect to still look handsome at that age." He placed his right arm on his left chest as if he was struck in the heart.
"Are you? I didn't take a good look. I was busy laughing earlier." I teased him and Godric, I hated when he gave me that smirk on his lips. I want to rip it.
"At least tell me I made a perfect potion. Don't want to disappoint a potion master."
"You... You were never bad at potions, George Weasley." I gave him a gentle smile and he just kept quiet looking at me.
"I was already rejected and yet I still hope for us to happen." I buried my face in my pillow. My best friend sat beside me.
"Why do I feel like you're about to try and confess to him one more time?" I know she was teasing but damn her because she is giving me an idea to do so.
"Oh, no. I am only joking, Y/N! Don't even think about it." She said, firmly. "I swear I'm this close to swinging a bat on a bludger and then aiming it in his face."
"I won't. Only because you said 'please'."
"What am I supposed to do? I expect these feelings would go away after getting rejected. Now, I'm only falling deeper." I'm starting to cry again out of frustration.
"Nothing. Just nothing." She looks at me as I sat down properly at my bed.
"You are not the problem here, Y/N. He's the one to blame. Putting you in this position where you should be moving on. Because Godric's sword, if only you know how boys from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton look at you every time you walked past them."
"See. You don't need to set your eyes only on one boy who rejected you but proceeds to act as if he fancies you. Find other guys. Move on."
"But what if he does like me? He's just not ready like he said..."
"That's bullshit. It doesn't matter whether you're ready or not. If you like someone, you'd still pursue them, take the risk even if it's scary. Just like you did. Clearly, he's giving you mixed signals." Angelina sounded angry. She was annoyed like she wanted to punch George if she ever saw him.
"Would you get mad if I told you that I just sent him a letter? Confessing to him the second time?" I pout as she turns her face into a sour one.
"Y/N LONGBOTTOM!" She was angry. Really angry. "What exactly did you write in that letter?!"
"That I still fancy him. That if I didn't receive an owl from him later this evening, it means... All he did meant nothing to him."
"Please swear to me that this will be the last thing you will do." She just sighed.
"Then, are you sure you're ready for whatever response you receive from him?" Angelina looked worried for me. That's why I am lucky to have her by my side.
As expected from him, I didn't receive any owls from him. I slept through the night so I don't have to cry until it reaches morning.
My best friend and I went to breakfast, avoiding that one Weasley. While I was eating and chatting with Angelina, someone poked my sides. I look to see Fred, grinning as he sat beside me.
"Morning." He greeted us.
"Is there something you need, Fred?" Angelina raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Nothing. I just wanted to eat breakfast." He shrugged his shoulders while placing a toast on his plate and into mine.
"I can get my own toast." I sounded mean but I didn't mean to.
"Looks like someone had a bad sleep."
"She did, Fred." Angelina rolled her eyes at him.
"I see... Well, let me just enjoy my breakfast, at least." Fred grinned like an idiot.
The twins were a bit mean when they started a bet between Harry and Cedric. Poor Harry seemed to look like he wants to drop out of the Tournament. Sadly, he can't because it's part of the rules.
And then there's Fred, who would always pester me around. He would poke my sides, even if he goddamn well knows that's my tickle spot. He would open up to me easily, telling me how he had a crush on Angelina during our 4th year. But stopped pursuing her because my best friend clearly doesn't look interested in dating him.
We became closer. We became more than acquaintances. We were close friends.
Angelina noticed it. How happy I am. I was blooming, she said. She never saw me this happy. And she was wondering why but didn't bother to have it answered because all she cares about was my happiness.
"You're an idiot, Fred." I scold him. "And stop that betting game you and your twin started. It only brings war upon Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors."
"You know, I've noticed you kept saying 'your twin'." He changed the subject. I looked away and watch the birds fly into the gloomy sky.
We are both in Black Lake to get some fresh air.
"I do not know what you mean."
"Damn, I know he rejected you. But I get it. You see, the problem with George is that he's afraid of women. He once liked Angelina but he did nothing about it." I was surprised that George liked Angelina. This is the first time I am hearing this.
"You both liked the same girl?"
"It always happens. A bit frustrating, honestly. But at times like that, I'm willing to give up the woman I like for him. We're twins but he's the younger one so..."
"Always. For my twin's happiness."
"What about yours?" I felt pity for him. I know I shouldn't because he wouldn't like that.
"George's happiness is my happiness." He smiled at me. But I know it was a sad one. I leaned my head against his shoulder.
"A true Gryffindor." I felt him chuckle.
No... I can't possibly be falling for him now. This would be an outrage. I can't.
It's only been three months ever since I stopped liking George. Three months since then I have not talked to him.
"You and Fred seemed gotten closer. Both of you suited more perfectly." Angelina, once again, I know she's joking but she isn't helping.
Does she need to know? Must she know? I don't know. She might make fun of me.
Godric, it feels like a sin to fall for Fred.
"Oh, dear... I know that look. You like Fred." She placed her hand on her lips and went beside me. "Tell me everything." She doesn't look disgusted. Instead, she looks like she's excited.
I told her everything I know and she can't remove her smile ever since I started talking.
"Godric! I knew it!" She was giggling. "So what do you intend to do?"
"Nothing. I can't let him know. He can't know. I won't confess. I won't tell him anything." I mumbled.
"Right. Let him be the one to develop his feelings for you. You don't have to do anything this time." She smiled and pulled me into a hug.
"You should never feel guilty for liking someone. I pray that this time, Fred will do exactly the opposite George did to you. You two suit together, really."
"Thank you, Angelina. For everything."
Professor McGonagall announced that there will be a ball. The ball is only exclusive for the fourth year and above.
Our head of house started to prepare us for the ball. She called all Gryffindors from the fourth year and above to practice our dance steps. So we don't look stupid on the day of the event.
Ron and his friends joked about something while looking at Eloise Mignon. I felt my insides get irritated and then McGonagall called him over for a dance. Fred and George made fun of their brother as well as Harry.
"Now, boys. Find your partners." I saw my brother the first one to rise on his chair. I smiled at him and asked Hermione to dance with him. She gladly accepted my brother's offer.
The other boys finally went to our side. Fred reached my wrist and pulled me on the dance floor.
"Really? No asking but pull the woman you see first? How gentleman of you, Weasley." I joked as he laughs at my words.
"Pleasures all mine, Longbottom." He winked at me as he spun me and then dipped me down while his hand was on my waist and the other one on my hand.
I saw George looking in our direction while he was dancing with Angelina. I immediately broke our eye contact and focus on Fred.
"Smooth." I smiled. "Who do you plan to ask on the ball?"
"Maybe Angelina? Or some girls from other houses." He answered. I got to admit that it broke my heart a little. I thought that it might occur to him that he can ask me.
"I thought you were waiting for George to ask you." He teased but ignored it.
"Well, you thought wrong." I didn't mean to sound annoyed but I am. I don't why my mood changes suddenly. "Sorry..."
"Hey, don't be. I heard girls tend to get stressed on upcoming occasions like this." I unbelievably looked at him. "What? I mean, has anyone asked you?"
"That's a bit rude to ask a girl." I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Fred!" I playfully hit his arm. "Of course, someone had asked me. But I turned them down."
"I'm waiting for someone to ask me." I could feel my cheeks burn from embarrassment.
"George, then." He continued to tease me to his twin.
"Please stop." He just laughs at me and continued to dance me away.
The day of the Yule Ball came.
The person I wanted to ask me, is going with someone from Beauxbaton. While my best friend is going with George.
"Stop fussing over your dress, Y/N." Angelina scolded me while she tries to adjust the back part of my dress.
"Must I attend?" I groaned.
"Yes! Because this might be the last time you'll experience this as a teenager. Now do me a favor and have fun." She finished fixing my dress and place an accessory on my hair.
"I know you feel bitter because of him but please don't let it ruin your night. Besides going without a date has its perks." She winked at me while I got up and took my white shawl to keep me warm for the night.
"You can flirt with any guy!"
"Funny. Because you know exactly enough that I can't flirt." I rolled my eyes. "So...you and George?"
"It was a last minute. He just happened to ask me in front of Lee and Fred just to prove to Ron and Harry that they can ask any girl to the dance. We're going as friends." I can't help but smile when Angelina told me what happened.
"Idiots." Both of us giggled the way out of the dorm and went downstairs.
We saw George patiently waiting for his date, together with Lee. George's eyes were on me instead of Angelina's. I immediately looked away and pretended that didn't happen.
"You look stunning." He complimented her. I went beside Lee who smiled at me.
"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked Lee. The two started walking and we followed.
"I'm having trouble who to ask. So, I decided not to come with a date." I immediately understood what he meant.
"How about you? I heard you received a lot of requests and yet you rejected every one of them." Lee gave me his playful smirk as I rolled my eyes at him.
"Piss off, Jordan. Maybe I decided to come alone just like you did."
"An answer that I'll never believe it's true." I slapped his arm, and we laughed it off as we reached the Great Hall.
Students are already interacting with each other. Giving compliments on how they looked good and the dress robes they were wearing. Some were already dancing while others are eating appetizers and drinking butterbeer.
While Lee keeps talking about asking the girl from Beauxbaton to dance and telling me exactly how he will approach the girl. A tall red-haired caught my gaze. Even though everyone can't tell who is who. I know and I can tell.
He looks handsome in his robes. That long hair he tried not to cut for a new look. But he looks good whether his hair is long or short. I pray not that he will not look in my way. Because I know what he'll do if he does. And I am not yet ready.
"Why don't you go and ask her already? I'm thirsty so I'll go fetch some drinks, okay?" I push my friend towards the girl. He didn't utter another word so I made my way to the tables.
I wasn't feeling to drink anything but water. After I got myself some water, I went further away from the crowd and the dance floor. I hid from my friends because I didn't want them to adjust to me. I want them to have fun without feeling obligated to make me feel better.
A famous band, Weird Sisters, started to take the floor. All of the students laugh and dance the night away. I saw two familiar Gryffindors, who also seems not to enjoy the event.
"And here I thought you went for the evening." I look up to see him lending his hand to me.
"And I thought no one will ever notice that I'm gone."
"It's already impossible to not notice you, love." He was still waiting for me to take my hand. I was hesitating, scared even.
"Were... Were you looking for me?" I asked.
"From the moment the ball started. But it seems you were hiding from the crowd." He answered. I took his hand and then led me to the dance floor.
"I might start to think you fancy me." I joked. He pulled me closer, placing his hands around my waist. His face was close to mine. I could smell his cologne, his breath. I could feel him, his warmth. My heart was racing.
"What if I am?" He answered in his low voice. His forehead rested on mine, never breaking his gaze on me.
"You're playing pranks on me."
His eyes kept looking into mine and my lips. He was moving closer as if he was about to kiss me. Maybe he was. When the music stopped playing so did he.
"I'm sorry." He gently pulled away from me.
"This." I felt sharp in my gut. "Shit. That's not what I meant."
"Clearly, it is. Good night, Fred." I turned my back on him and ran outside the Great Hall. I didn't expect him to follow me through the Courtyard.
"Y/N, please. Listen to me."
"I get it. I know you feel sorry for me. I know that the girl you asked should be the one you held earlier like that. So, why did you even bother to look for me, Fred? I am just your friend, aren't I?" My face was burning in anger but it was also cold because it was snowing. I was stupid for forgetting my coat in the Great Hall because I tried to run away from him.
"You are my friend. And you like my brother. So, you see? I'll be damned if he knew I was about to kiss you."
"George made it clear he didn't like me. But I know it's also wrong to like you after George." Tears started to fall on my cheeks. "Merlin's beard, you are his brother, his twin. What will they think of me once they know I like you when not long ago I was trying to chase your brother?"
"We can't argue again because of a girl. I like you. Hell, I dreamt about holding you close to me, kissing you. Some of it came true, it was enchanting while it lasts." He tried to laugh it off. There was pain in his voice, his eyes were longing for me.
"I think I'm in love with you. You saw and accepted me. Understood me and my messy life. You have been patient with me. But I can't be with you when I know he's starting to fall for you."
"It is. You don't have to believe in me. But you will when he tells you. I'm encouraging him to. So, please. Let all your feelings for him fall back in."
"No. You don't get to decide for me. And you don't get to set free all the things so that your brother could get it. You may care for his happiness, but I care for yours." I stomp all my way to him. It was hard to walk wearing my gown and the heavy snow on the ground.
"George had his chance with me. He took that for granted. You don't have to fix things for him. I understand you love your brother, unconditionally. Because I also have a brother that I'm willing to bet my life on. But I know he can take care of himself. He can make his own choices. I guide him but that's just it. His actions, his consequences to face."
"You're a good brother, Fred." I smiled at him.
"She's right, Gred." Fred and I turned to see George walking toward us.
"It turns out this potion worked." He showed us an empty bottle of invisibility potion.
"I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't deserve anything at all you have to give everything so that I could have it. You don't have to sacrifice everything." He placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.
George then looked at me. He removed his coat and placed it on my shoulder.
"I guess I liked you a little too late." He placed his hand on the top of my head and when closer to my ear.
"Thank you." He messed up my hair and left the two of us.
Fred took my hand as he removed his brother's blazer. We followed him when Fred threw the coat on him.
"She doesn't need it." He said and he led me somewhere more quiet. I heard George laugh as we disappear in his sight.
We entered an empty classroom. He closed the door behind him and muttered spells on it. I was starting to get nervous.
He turned to look at me. It was like seeing a whole different version of him.
"Sorry. Are you still cold?" He went close to me and held both sides of my arms. Caressing them to make me feel warm.
"A little." My eyes found his.
We were about to kiss and this one would be it.
His lips found mine. He was gentle but started to get rough when I kissed him back, trying to follow him as if he was leading me. He lifted my weight which I was surprised by because I have a plump body. I don't have a toned and thin body like any other girl. And yet he still managed to lift me up as he placed me on a table. His rough, huge hands roam and grabbed my thighs. A moan escaped from my mouth.
"Don't hold it back in." He whispered between our kisses.
"I cast a spell, love. No one can hear you. So be loud as you can be." He bit my lip and then his kisses went down on my neck. I could feel he was trying to hold back leaving me marks.
His body rested between my thighs. I could feel him getting hard every time he pushed his body while he kissed me. He was trying so hard not to undress me so he stayed his hands on my bare thighs.
"Tell me to stop. Tell me to go on. Whatever you want. I'll do it. Tell me." He stopped kissing me. His lips were plump and had lipstick stains. My hand went over to his buttoned shirt and unbuttoned the first one.
"Do not stop." With that, his hand on my thigh went higher to grab my ass. I grabbed his wrist while my other hand tried to mess up his hair.
"God, you're breathtaking." While kissing my neck, he slowly unzipped the back of my dress. I felt the warmth of his hand on my bare back. I wasn't wearing any bra so it was easy for him to access my breasts.
He grabbed my breast while his tongue played with my nipple. I arched back in pleasure, making it easy for him to do what he was doing.
"Be patient, darling." He pulled away from me and completely removed my dress, leaving me only with my undergarment. He also removed his top as I was still sitting on the table. I was awed to see him topless. Quidditch training did his body justice.
He went over to me once more to kiss me.
"Open your legs." His voice filled with such dominance that I didn't hesitate to do what I was told. He continued to kiss me, massaging my breasts. Those kisses slowly went down my neck, chest, stomach...and down to my...
"Do you want to stop?" He asked. I was thankful for making sure I still want to continue.
"What is it, love? Tell me."
"Must you kiss me down there?" I looked away because I just asked a dumb question. I heard him chuckle and placed his hand on my chin to make me look at him.
I nodded at him and he smiled, kissing my forehead for assurance.
"I'm preparing you so you won't have to feel pain."
He slowly removed my undergarment and kissed my pelvis as he went down to my womanhood. As soon as I felt his lips and tongue on my folds, I arched back. The empty classroom was filled with my moans and his kisses. I was starting to feel like I'm going to explode so I grabbed his hair. He stopped.
"Not yet." He licked his lips and unbuckled his trousers. I saw how huge he was. I was starting to get scared, wondering if it'll fit inside me.
"Do you still want to continue?" He asked one more time.
"Maybe. You have to tell me. May I have your permission?"
He slowly entered his length inside me. I winced in pain but knew Fred that was trying to be gentle as much as possible. When the whole of him was already inside me, he kissed my cheeks and tried to whisper sweet nothings. He was slowly thrusting, making sure I was feeling all nothing but pleasure before fasting his pace.
He continued to kiss me as his pace started to go fast. My moans were getting louder as well as his groans. He keeps kissing my neck and shoulders, hugging me ever so tightly. We were both close to our climax. And when he did, he pulled it out.
He kissed my forehead and went over to pick up my clothes. He helped me to clean up before we put our clothes back on.
"Can you walk?" He asked when he saw me struggling to stand straight.
"It's a little sore down there," I tell him. He looked like he was sorry for what he did. I smiled and tiptoed to kiss his cheeks.
"I'll be gentle next time. I promise." He said and then placed his coat on my shoulder. "Warm enough?" He smirked at me.
I knew it was a lie when he told me he'd be gentle. Because he never was. Can't blame a man with this amount of energy.
