Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Summary: in the mission of transporting Harry safely to the Burrow, you and Fred get thrown off-track as his broom breaks, resulting in an overnight detour at a hotel.
Warnings/content: minors DNI 18+, halfblood!reader, One Bed Trope, enemies to lovers, boner!alert, oral!freceiving, p in v, grumpy x sunshine (if u squint), raw penetration (wrap it plz), cumming inside, orgasm denial, fluffy ending, fighting death eaters, dom!fred, sub!reader
You stood near the wall, arms crossed, in the house of number four Privet Drive, the place where it all began for one of your closest friends, Harry Potter. The group of you were gathered in the empty living room, discussing the highly dangerous plan of transporting Harry safely to the Burrow.
Beside you stood the twins, listening intently as Mad-Eye Moody instructed orders.
Seven of them had just taken polyjuice potion, resulting in seven 'Harry's', all in accordance with Moody's plan.
“Right then, we’ll be pairing off. Each ‘Potter’ will have a protector and to make it simpler for you, I'll choose the pairs.” His mismatched eyes scanned the group, assigning pairs, and an aggravating pit settled in your stomach once Moody called out your name, “Y/N, you're with Fred.”
Your head snapped toward Fred, who groaned audibly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He muttered, but George nudged him softly, urging him to be tolerable while they changed out of their regular clothes.
“Yeah yeah, happy to be paired up with you too.” you rolled your eyes, the sarcasm in your tone apparent.
Fred and you had never gotten along. Since your days at Hogwarts, the two of you had been like oil and water—always at odds. He thought you were too uptight, too rule-abiding, while you found him utterly insufferable, reckless, and far too smug for his own good.
But for Harry, you’d endure today. He'd done a great deal to help you throughout your years at Hogwarts, so it was only fair of you to return the favour.
“Head for the Burrows, we’ll rendezvous there!” Moody finished. The room stirred with movement as everyone prepared for what was to come.
Outside, the night air was cool as you mounted Fred’s broom behind him. The scent of his cologne, something warm and woodsy, hit your nose, and you hated that you thought it smelled decent, inhaling a bit more. You hesitated for a moment before wrapping your arms around his waist, well, 'Harry's' waist.
Fred stiffened slightly at your touch, “Don’t get too comfortable back there.”
“Oh, believe me, I won’t.”
Before you could snap back another remark, he kicked off into the sky, soaring above London, splitting up from the others.
Everything was eerily silent for a few moments. The flight seemed too smooth for your liking. You kept an alert eye, constantly scanning your surroundings.
You caught a shadow in the corner of your eye, and you whipped your head around, squinting your eyes at the figure in the dark.
"What the..." You muttered.
"Fred go faster...." You ordered, losing sight of the shadowy figure.
"Why don't you come fly the broom then." He retorted, clearly annoyed.
"Fred! I"m serious!" You yelled, gripping his waist tighter, as he exhaled before picking up the pace.
"In case you forgot, I need to be able to breathe to fly this thing properly." He grunted as you practically squeezed every breath out of him.
"Right, sorry," You loosened your grip ever so slightly, "...it's just, I swear I saw something."
You turned around again, catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure. The shadow was no longer a mystery figure but a person, or, three people rather.
"Oh shit! Fred! They're here!" You took your wand out and began fighting with them.
Spells shot through the night, streaks of green and blue illuminating the sky like a twisted fireworks display. The death eaters had appeared out of nowhere, zooming in, attacking viciously as they trailed behind you on their brooms.
“They’re following us!” you shouted over the wind, turning back around to gauge Fred.
“Oh, really? Thought we were just out for a lovely evening flight,” he shot back sarcastically, dodging a hex just in time.
You rolled your eyes but focused on firing spells behind you, hitting one death eater square in the chest and sending him spiralling downward.
"Stupefy!" You shouted, casting the second death eater off his broom. Two down, one to go.
Just as you felt a moment of victory, another spell whizzed past, striking the broom.
The wood splintered with a sickening crack. "Uhh, Fred?" You called out, glancing at the broom.
“Hold on—” Fred barely got the words out before the broom snapped completely, and the two of you plummeted toward the Thames River.
You hit the water hard, the impact knocking the wind out of you. You kicked frantically, breaking the surface and gasping for air. The coolness of the water had your body in shock, shivering as you forced yourself to stay afloat.
Fred emerged a second later, coughing.
Glancing above, you saw the third death eater laughing maliciously as he flew off, leaving you and Fred. He must've figured it wasn't the real Harry, given that you called him 'Fred'.
“Great! Look what you’ve done!” you accused, treading water furiously.
“What I’ve done?! That was you—you were supposed to be fighting them off!” he retorted, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. He had transformed back into his original self, the fiery redhead Fred you knew.
You groaned, swimming toward the embankment where a set of stone stairs led to dry land. Your fingers were frozen as you pulled yourself up, collapsing onto the pavement. Fred followed, shaking out his drenched hair like a dog.
“Brilliant. Just brilliant,” you muttered, clutching one-half of the broken broom while he had the other. “Now how are we supposed to get to the others?”
Fred sighed, pushing his hair back. “Let’s just go somewhere dry first.”
You nodded begrudgingly, too cold and exhausted to argue.
When you emerged from the river, it was given that pedestrians would stare at the two of you strangely. Swimming in the Thames River wasn't exactly the most normal thing to do, let alone at this hour.
Though, in this particular instance, more of them were starring at you, rather than Fred.
Fred cleared his throat, eyes darting down to your chest then back up before averting his eyes immediately.
You furrowed your brows, glancing down, only to remember that you were wearing a white shirt along with the worst possible undergarment to pair with it, a black bra.
You felt your cheeks heat up, as you covered your chest, "Let's just go..."
Fred shook his head, taking off the grey jacket he wore and putting it over you, "Here."
Though still wet, it offered the coverage you much needed and you were entirely grateful. "Thanks." You muttered softly, as you two began walking.
"Figured you wouldn't want to walk around flashing the whole of London."
The two of you walked in silence as you tried to figure out a way to get to the others. “We can apparate—” he started.
“Absolutely not. There are muggles everywhere,” you snapped, nodding to the late-night pedestrians strolling along the streets.
Fred scoffed, shooting you an eye-roll. “Alright, Professor McGonagall.”
You ignored him, scanning the area. A small, dingy-looking hotel caught your eye. Without another word, you trudged toward it, Fred trailing behind. The receptionist, a bored-looking woman in her mid 40s, barely glanced up as you approached the desk.
The hotel looked cheap enough for an overnight stay. All you needed to do was clear your mind and get a good night's rest before figuring things out in the morning; yes, that sounded ideal to you right this moment.
“Two rooms, please,” you said firmly.
She tapped at the keyboard, chewing on some gum as she did so. “We’re fully booked.”
Your heart sank. “What about one room? With two beds?”
"Sorry, we're full." She continued typing, then clicking on the mouse as she looked around the screen, "It's peak season honey, we're always maxed out."
"Please you've got to have at least one room, with two beds, anything?" You pleaded, desperate for whatever you could acquire.
"We'll take whatever we can get, you've got to have something." Fred added, backing you up as he stood closer to you.
She checked again, then looked at you, eyes lighting up. “Ah, it seems that we do have one left with two beds, but the heating is broken, that's why we didn't offer it to customers. Actually, I was supposed to call the maintenance guy, but he's my ex, you see, so it's a bit of a rough story. I always thought he loved me, you know, how could someone not, I mean look at me? I'm gorgeous. He was supposed to come by today but we—”
"We'll take it!" Fred interjected swiftly, clearly exhausted. "Thank you."
Relief flooded you as you he paid with muggle money. You were surprised he even had some on hand, but after all, he was a businessman.
"Interesting, all this muggle stuff eh?" Fred mused, as you both entered the lift, his eyes darting around as he observed his surroundings.
"I suppose so, yeah. I guess I was lucky enough to be born a half-blood, you get the best of both worlds." You shrugged, as though hotels and 'muggle elevators' were the most natural thing in the world.
"Alright then, you lead the way, Ms expert." He mocked, gesturing for you to lead the way once the doors opened.
You scoff softly, marching down the hallway before finding your room number. Fred reaches seconds after you, looping his arm around your body to swipe the keycard.
He placed an arm on the door to open it, letting you in first before closing it after he entered.
But the moment you entered the room, your jaw dropped.
“What? She said there were two beds.” You blinked, looking around the room in confusion.
“She must’ve meant the couch,” Fred said, nodding toward the small, lumpy-looking couch a few inches beside the bed, by the window.
You swallowed, “Right, well, who's sleeping where?” Honestly, at this point, you didn't even mind taking the couch, as long as you could get some rest.
Fred's eyes darted from the bed to the couch, exhaling exasperatedly before finally looking at you, "I'll take the couch."
"I didn't know Fred Weasley had manners?" You gasped, faking your amusement.
He shot you a glare, grabbing a towel as he did so, "Could you be any more aggravating?"
You tried to think of a witty comeback, something, anything to get a reaction out of him. But alas, you were lost for words. He did have a point though.
Come to think about it, you realised that you might've only been behaving this way because you were not used to him being so much of a...gentleman. This was foreign to you.
"I'll have the first shower." He shifts past you, nudging your shoulder, which sends heat through your bodies temporarily.
You hear the lock shut, and seconds later, the water starts running.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you took in your surroundings. This was no five-star hotel, but it was presentable and decent enough for an overnight stay. The walls are dark grey, with ambient lighting all around the room. Navy blue sheets grace the double bed, with a soft brown leather footer in contrast. There is a tea tray and a kettle, on top of the dark brown desk that sat in the corner of the room.
Minutes later, the door clicks and unlocks.
Fred steps out, a white towel hanging around his waist. His hair is wet, and his body glistening with water droplets. Your eyes couldn't help but drift down, his body was incredible defined, a stark contrast to your school days when he was merely a boy, now, he was a man.
Oh, he definitely works out. You noticed his arms, much larger and buffer than they used to be.
"All yours." He jerked his chin to the bathroom.
You gulped, brushing past him before hurriedly entering the bathroom and locking the door.
Wow, since when did Fred Weasley get so, attractive?
The hot water was a blessing, washing away the cold. You stood under the steamy shower for a couple of minutes, taking in as much warmth as you could.
With no new clothes to change into, you wrapped yourself in the plush hotel bathrobe, sighing in frustration. It appears there was only a kids sized one left, and you had no choice but to wear it. Whatever, it’ll do the job for tonight.
You hung your wet clothes on one of the bathroom racks, and you saw that Fred did the same, you placed your clothes beside his.
You were humming to yourself when you stepped out, relieved to be in some dry clothes, dancing a little as you strolled to the bed.
When he heard you walking, Fred glanced up, something flickering in his expression, though you're not quite sure what.
“That bathrobe is way too small for you." He remarks, laying with his legs out on the couch, two arms behind his head as he rests.
"What was I supposed to do, wear my wet clothes to sleep?" You respond as you hop into bed, tugging the covers and snuggling in.
"It could be an enlightening experience." He hummed, as he shut his eyes, adjusting himself on the couch.
"You try it then." You counter, scoffing at his idiocy.
The curtains are drawn, and the lights are dim. Silence fills the room as you both unwind for the evening. Before you shut the lights from the switch beside your bed, you call out, "I'm going to off the lights now, need anything before I turn them off?"
"Yeah actually..." He perks his head up, turning to face you.
"What?" You ask, listening keenly.
"For you to be quiet." A small smile played on his lips as he laid back down.
You rolled your eyes, before hitting the lights.
You lay there, tossing and turning, but you couldn't seem to fall asleep for the life of you. It didn't help that the room was so cold, due to the heater being unfixed.
Minutes passed in silence before you turned your head slightly. Fred was stretched out on the tiny couch, his long legs dangling uncomfortably over the armrest.
It was evident that he was way too tall to fit on all that, he did not look the slightest bit comfortable.
“See something you like?” Fred smirked, feeling your stare though his eyes were shut.
“Just what? Admiring this handsome face?”
"Honestly Fred, how conceited are you?" You sat up now, shooting daggers at him. As much as you hated to admit it, he was, in fact, handsome. Annoyingly so.
Truth be told, had he not been so irritating, you might've actually considered dating him.
You loved the Weasleys, Ginny was like a sister to you, Ron, your close friend, George, always on the lookout for you. He even took you down to Hogsmeade for a meal and bought you treats when you cried over one of the Slytherin boys rejecting you back in your fourth year.
But Fred, oh Fred, you could never see eye to eye with him. You only ever tolerated him because his family was so warm and welcoming.
A tiny part of you felt guilty that he was forced onto the couch, despite being the one that paid for the room.
You wanted to offer the place beside you to him, seeing that the bed was larger than anticipated once you were actually tucked in.
"Well you are staring, something you need?" He countered, his eyes are still shut, arms still behind his head.
"Well, I was thinking...." You hesitated, "well, you could sleep on the bed. It's actually more spacious than I thought."
His brows shot up, and he opened his eyes, turning to face you. “In the bed? With you?”
“Don’t make it weird, Fred,” you huffed. “The couch looks uncomfortable.”
"Are you, being nice to me?" He teased, the urge to take back your offer growing stronger.
"Don't make me change my mind, Weasley."
After a beat, he groaned. “Fine. But don’t hog the covers.”
"Please I sleep like a log, it's not like I'm going to cuddle you or anything."
"Cuddle me eh?" He mused.
"Not bloody likely, besides you're too annoying to be my type." You retort.
Fred stood up, walking to the other side of the bed. He slid in beside you, and the bed suddenly felt too small. You kept your back to him, but quickly got up and put one of the spare pillows between you.
"See this line? Don't cross it and you're good." You commanded, and he chuckled lightly,
"Alright alright." He raised in hands.
You turned away from him, back to him as you attempted to fall asleep. You hadn't realised how far you were from him, you were practically tipping over the edge of the bed.
You scooted inside a little, bumping into the pillow wall you put.
After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning, you sighed in defeat. The room was cold, and the blankets were not much help.
You couldn't help but wonder if you were the only one awake. You extended your arm behind you, trying to find the pillow 'wall' you had put up. But with all the tossing and turning from the two of you, the pillow must've slipped out of place and down the lower half of the bed somewhere.
As you extended your arm behind you, you accidentally came into contact with Fred's back, and he shifted slightly before turning to face you instead.
It's dark, almost pitch black, but with the small glimmer of light, you can see that his eyes are shut. Curious you called out, "Fred?" you whispered. "Are you awake?"
"I am now, no thanks to you." He fluttered his eyes open, facing you.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to see if—"
"Don't be." He sighed, "Couldn't sleep a wink either. This room is bloody cold."
"The blankets aren't doing anything." You exhaled, agreeing, before an idea popped into you head.
"This might sound silly, but, if we revert back to old fashioned methods, we could, um—actually it's stupid, nevermind." You began, but quickly dismissed it.
"Go on, I'd like to hear what genius solution you've come up with."
"It's dumb, I don't think you'll like it."
You hesitated again before suggesting, “We could—uh—use body heat.”
He stared at you momentarily, it looked as though he thought about it, considering it before responding, “Absolutely not.”
"Okay, whatever, I just thought it was a feasible option. These robes aren't exactly pyjama material either." You say, trying to tighten your robes, with the hopes of warming up your body.
You both fell into silence again your back facing him once more, before Fred spoke up, "Come here."
"What?" You turned around.
"I suppose, we could try the body heat thing."
"Oh so now you want to try my idea?" You raise your brow, scoffing as you shift over slowly, and he extended his arm, pulling you in.
"Don't get any ideas, I just need to sleep and call it a day." You firmly spoke, pressing your back to him, as he faced you. You felt his heat, no doubt, it was working, and you were starting to warm up. In all the places apparently, your cheeks, and an area of yours down there. Your heart pounded as his hand rested against your back, his breath tickling your ear.
"Let's do shoulder-to-shoulder." You suggested, trying to hide your flustered-ness.
He didn't argue, respecting your decision. The two of you lay there, facing the ceiling as your shoulders touched. Though not as warm as before, it was still warmer at least.
You turned your head, Fred's face illuminated by the dim light coming through from the curtains, his jawline ever so chiselled. Merlin, he was undoubtedly a handsome chap. You shut your eyes, trying, yet again to enter a slumber.
As you laid there, eyes shut, Fred opened his, gauging you. He smiled softly as he took in your features, rolling his eyes fondly as he saw you breathing slowly.
You swore you were about to cast some sort of sleeping spell, because you still could not fall asleep for the life of you. You keep moving, accidentally brushing against Fred's body countless times but you couldn't help it, you needed to find a comfortable position.
You move your arm around the blanket, trying to find a comfortable position for yourself until you accidentally graze something, unexpected.
Did you actually just graze that?
You slowly turned to face him, your body merely an inch away from his. You see him shut his eyes, heavily breathing, his Adam's apple bopping up and down from swallowing hard.
"Would you quit moving so much?" He whispered, trying to contain himself.
"I....Fred, I didn't mean to." You pause. "You're still awake?"
"10 points to Y/H (your house), captain obvious."
You furrow your brows, turning on the bedside lamp which offered the tiniest bit of ambient light in the dark room.
Your gaze flickered down, and well, you saw, a little friend poking up from the sheets beneath him.
"Is that, because of m—" You swallowed not daring to finish the sentence, looking at his hard on. "I'm sorry shouldn't have moved so much."
"Alright, it's okay, it's not a big deal, so what it's normal right. I didn't mean to accidentally keep grazing or grinding on you, I was merely trying to find a comfortable position. Listen, I'm not weirded out or anything, you can go sort it out. Who am I to judge? This time tomorrow we'll all be at the burrow and I'll be sharing a room with Ginny and 'Mione, so it's fine, we can—" You began ranting out of nervousness, but Fred had enough, opening his eyes to sit up with you,
"Merlin, Y/N. Ranting like you're so innocent, moving around like that? On me?" He leans in closer, growling, "I bet you'd really want to know what got me provoked in the first place, yeah?"
You gulped, inspecting his features as he leaned in closer to you, now an inch apart, "You aggravate me, pushing my damn buttons all the bloody time. Maybe if you weren't such a whiny brat complaining about everything, I would've fucked you an hour ago till you were silenced.” He ranted before continuing,
“You want to know what got me so hard? You waltzing around in those darn bathrobes that are far too small, exposing every inch of your body, your cleavage is practically begging to be seen. I can't keep my fucking eyes off you. Ever since Hogwarts, it was always you, grating on my last nerves. I thought I hated you so, until I realised that there was a fine line between hate and attraction."
"Fred..." your eyelids flutter; how did his voice get so low and sensual? You could feel yourself throbbing, growing wetter by the minute, and you found yourself growing more needy for him.
"Bloody hell Y/N, you've got me wrapped around the irritating finger of yours."
"Just shut up and kiss me Fred." You breathlessly whisper, not realising that you'd been holding your breath the entire time.
After waiting for what seemed like forever, he wasted no time pouncing on you. His hand is behind your neck and he pushes you down onto the bed, hovering on top of you.
Fred's lips meet yours furiously, desperately, never in your life has someone kissed you this passionately before. You open your mouth, and he slides his tongue in, a desirous clash of tongues. He savours every inch of your mouth and it makes you wonder how long he's been wanting to do this for.
"May I?" He asks for permission as he tugs at the belt of your bathrobe.
You nod, too breathless to speak as you gaze up at him. Fred undoes your robes, leaving you clothe-less on the bed. He does the same, kneeling between your legs which are spread open and on either side of his waist. You subconsciously give him doe-eyes as he does so, merlin, he looked so deliciously attractive.
"So fucking beautiful, all this hidden from me all these years?" He leans down and gently kisses your neck while gripping your waist, sucking on a sensitive spot which earns a moan from you.
"Going to leave hickey's on you so everyone knows you're mine gorgeous."
"Who said I was yours?" Every so daring you retort, though you lacked conviction.
He chuckled lowly before sucking on another sensitive spot, leaving a reddish mark on you, "Fred..." you moan again. His kisses grow more wet and fervent as he plants kisses trailing down your body. His hands move from your waist to your breasts, massaging them gently as he continues further down your body.
You're barely able to control the obscene moans slipping from your mouth, any attempts at suppressing them growing more difficult by the second. You didn't even care that people around you might hear.
"You're soaking wet, and yet you say you're not mine." Fred cooed, his eyes glued to your heat, coated with glistening wetness.
You revel in the fact that he can barely take his eyes off you, you glance at him, eyes half-lidded, clouded with lust. Once he catches sight of your lustful eyes, desperate for him, he can't tear his gaze away from you. He slowly leans down, sensually licking your coated slick.
Your sensitive cunt throbs even harder upon the contact from his tongue, "Fred please..." You whine, throwing your head back onto the pillow.
He traces the shape of your vulva, pressing kitten licks on your needy clit, causing your legs to clamp around his head. He doesn't break eye-contact, as he continues to work his mouth around your core.
He continues sucking your clit, his tongue working his way on your swollen pearl.
You tangle your hands in his head, tugging lightly. Your body can't help but arch into his face due to the overwhelming pleasure, as he continues indulging in your cunt. "Merlin Fred!" You cry out as he suckles on a particularly sensitive spot.
"You taste so damn good love, so sweet unlike that bitter mouth, hm?"
"I'm yours Fred....all yours..." You whimper, succumbing to his words.
"Say that again." His voice low, commanding, you could feel the heat from his mouth near your throbbing cunt.
"I'm yours, Fred." You moan, as he continues straight into your core.
The feeling is heavenly, both hands tangled in his red locks as he gives you the most pleasant head you've ever felt in your life. Once he stops assaulting your clit, he lifts his head and faces you, his eyes smiling up at you, as though you are the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
Oh, you're so close, tilting over the edge of something mind-blowing. He leans down and gives your clit a few more kitten licks, planting soft kisses before pulling away, just as you were about to cum.
"Don't stop," you whimper, "I was so close...."
"Fred?" You plead, again, but he sits up and crawls to you, now hovering over you his hands on either side of your head. "Please let me cum...."
"You will, darling." He cooes, leaning down to your ear, "Around my cock."
You felt yourself throbbing yet again, upon his words. What the hell was he doing to you, causing you to feel this weak beneath him? This powerless? Your sharp, witty tongue, nowhere in sight.
"Please Fred, I need you." You whine, begging him for more.
"What ever happened to, 'I despise you'?" He hovered over you and you sat up, meeting his lips. Giving him a passionate, hungry kiss before pulling away,
"There is a fine line between hate and love, and I think today I've learnt that you've been sitting in the wrong category all along."
He smiled, brushing a hand on your cheek as he gazed down at you lovingly, "Took me so long to realise that you're the only person I've ever felt something with."
"Took us bloody ages." You roll your eyes fondly, before giggling as he pecked your forehead gently.
You gazed up at him with doe-eyes, and him down at you, to your lips then back up, his mouth parted slightly as he took in how breathtaking you looked beneath him. Shit, you were always beautiful to him, he'd only now realised.
"Need you inside me Fred." You plead softly, desperately, which only fuelled his desire for you even more.
"Anything for you, love."
You never thought you'd admit it, but he has a fucking incredible dick. You assumed he'd be packing because he was 6"3, but the sight of it made you drool. Bloody hell, he had every right to be so smug.
His slit was already leaking with precum, his eyes lock onto yours as he lowers himself. Your legs are still on each side of his waist, he grabs his dick and teases it along your wet entrance, sliding it a few times to coat it with your slickness.
You involuntarily buck your hips, desperate for penetration as you whimper. He slowly lowers himself down, and finally into you.
At first, you hiss at the pain upon being stretched out by his hugeness, you could feel him stretching your walls, registering that fact that he was fully inside you now.
"Fuck...." he moans, letting out a groan, "So tight for me hm?"
"Freddie...." You moan as he begins moving, rocking his hips slowly. You get used to the size of him, filling you to the brim, every slight bit of movement causing your walls to tense around his dick, rubbing within you sensually.
"I know baby, I know." He responds softly, continuing at this pace.
With every rock, his breathing increases, your soft pleas and his eager pants filling the room as he speeds up, going faster and harder.
Your moans start to get louder, getting more deafening by the minute. Fred leans down to plant kisses on your neck, and pecking your lips occasionally, you moan into him as he drives himself further into your core.
"You're doing so well baby." He coos into your ear, murmuring praises as he continues to thrust into you.
Fred doesn't stop pounding into you, you move your hands to his back, your nails practically digging into his skin from the pleasure.
Skin slapping against skin, you feel every jolt of his body into you. He's fucking you so gently but hard at the same time, treating you as though you were the most fragile thing on the planet.
"Baby..." You whimper, eyes fluttering shut, as he continues thrusting into you deeply, you are overwhelmed with so much pressure that you might cry, but it just felt so damn pleasurable.
"I'm getting close Fred." You pant, breathing heavily, as he picks up his pace.
"Look at me." He demands, and you open your eyes, gazing into his hazel ones. For once, they aren't filled with irritation, or the usual annoyance you were used to seeing, they were more gentle, admiring you, it was a look of love.
"Fred, I'm so close!" You cry out, feeling an orgasm coming closer, "I'm gonna—" you can barely finish your sentence, the pressure. on your g-spot and the intense penetration becoming too much for you to handle, along with the gaze of hazel eyes burning into you.
You let out an obscene moan as your walls clench around him, you jerk harshly, causing him to let out a guttural moan. It's a pleasurable ache, your entire body pulses beneath him.
"Gonna come inside you baby, that okay?" He asks, and you nod, to breathless to speak.
Seconds later, he comes undone, squirting his juices inside you. The world slows down as you enter your state of euphoria; you're entangled in pure bliss as you come down from your high. Your body is still electrified from the feeling before.
It takes a while for you to fully settle down. You slowly flutter your eyes open to find yourself engulfed in Fred's buff arms, your breathing in sync. The two of you lean against the wooden bed-frame, and you lean your head on his shoulder, while he cradles you.
You glance down at your body and notice that it's covered in marks, which looked bloody hot. Merlin, you really were Fred's now huh?
"So much for body heat." You chuckled softly, as he stroked your back gently.
He laughs, and you feel the vibrations of his chest, "The best kind of heat if you ask me." He says which earned an eyeroll from you.
Fred plants a soft kiss on your head, "Y'know I'm not one for apologies, but I was a bit of a jerk to you back in Hogwarts, and I want to apologise."
"It was a two-way thing, Freddie, suppose I should apologise for being one too. Merlin, you did grate on every last one of my nerves though." You tease.
"Always a pleasure." He grinned down at you, engulfed in his arms as you looked up at him, sharing a moment of sweet silence as you put the past behind you.
A ray of moonlight shone through the tiny gap in the curtain. You turned your head, glancing out the window as you pondered about the others back at the burrow.
"What're we going to tell the others when we find them tomorrow?" You giggled, taking in the state you were both in.
"I have a feeling they won't be surprised." Fred confessed.
"Everyone in my family thinks we have a thing for each other, especially Ginny. Won't stop talking about us that sister of mine."
"Since when?!" You were amused, the two of you were the epitome of the word hate back in Hogwarts and to hear a statement like this shocked you.
"Since school apparently." He laughed, shaking his head, "I thought it was silly too, but look where we are now."
"Just wait one day, you'll eventually get married." He mocked Ginny's tone, mirroring her facial expressions too, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Please, you and me?" You raised a brow, teasing him, though biting back a fond smile.
"Neverrrr." He scrunched up his nose, holding you closer as you both now laid down in bed, safely in each other's grasp.
Finally comfortable, you found yourself drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The same could be said for Fred, it was safe to say the body-heat idea turned out better than anticipated.
And with this newfound love, perhaps the broomstick breaking was a blessing in disguise.
