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Hi, girl, your writing is soo good btw!! X Hopefully this isn’t a weird request, but could you do where she’s been dating for a while but wont go any further cause she’s scared? Then she finally loosens up and wants to???

Twin Flame | Weasley twins

summary: One hot summer's day at The Burrow, you were finally ready to give yourself to your well deserving lovers. Will your hints get through to them that you were finally ready, or was it all just playful banter to them like it always has been?

cw: virgin!reader, fluff, slight nsfw, no explicit depictions of sex, just silly and gentlemanly gred and forge <3

a/n: hi, love! sorry for uploading your request suuuper late, a lot of stuff has been happening, so I'm compensating by making it as juicy as possible :') enjoy!

What comes into your mind when you think of the term 'twin flame'?

A deep soul connection between two individuals who share halves of the same soul, right?

Well, that's what you thought it was too when you started delving into the different concepts of fate and love.

You didn't expect however, for your twin flame to be literal twins.

You started dating Fred and George Weasley in your 5th year at Hogwarts, and despite loving them with your whole body and soul, it was a love that had certainly endured. A love whose patience was tested. Not only that of yours, but that of the twins as well.

And much to everyone's dismay, you were a virgin. You weren't the kind of girl who slept with every guy that breathed or looked your way. It wasn't really your cup of tea. You've always believed in the perfect timing for everything, including who your first time would be with. You remembered how absolutely nerve wracking it was having to tell Fred and George about your 'vulnerable' condition, but you knew it had to be done. They completely understood and didn’t try or do anything that crossed your boundaries. But on times when they did, (not that they meant to), expect an earful of apologies, sweet nothing’s, and a chest full of all your favorite treats and some extra gifts.

You've long graduated from Hogwarts, currently taking up extra studies for advanced Herbology while Fred and George were happily engulfed in their booming joke shop called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. A real riot, that one. Everyone who visits Diagon Alley never leaves without making a stop.

It was one thing to be busy and not have any time for such "intimate" engagements, but what happens on days where there’s nothing going on? Just a day where the three of you would be lounging around The Burrow in the twins' bedroom, talking and cracking jokes with one another?

Of course you'd cuddle and kiss, that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but anything more than that never seemed to cross. That's how it's always been since you began going out with them.

Knowing their reputation for silly antics and troublesome pranks, people would somehow assume they'd be quite pushy in terms of personality as well. I mean, they were in some scenarios, but never with sex.

There were times where Fred naturally couldn't keep his hands off of you and George was all the same, but they always touched you with a sense of care. Attentiveness to up til' where you'd have them go. The twins weren't exactly 'new' to intimacy, so boundaries weren't anything foreign to them.

Was it surprising when you found out they'd already been with other girls before you, though?

Not really.

You kind of already expected it to be that way considering they were one of the more popular ones at school and had female students prowling behind their backs for a chance to get with them behind the scenes.

But it was finally the summertime, and you were at The Burrow for your annual stay. It was basically routine at this point, and the Weasley family certainly didn't mind. Mr. Weasley enjoyed your head massages after a long and stressful day at The Ministry, and Mrs. Weasley enjoyed the conversations you two would have as you both prepared meals for the day. Ginny even gained an older sister through you.

You did your fair share of the housework out of courtesy for letting you stay in their humble home, and to thank them for taking you under their wing.

Insects buzzed outside along with the dizzying heat, and your thin clothing didn't provide much relief as your skin grew sticky from all the sweat you were shedding nonstop. Not even George's cooling enchantments did much, seeing as he himself was battered from how hot it was.

Fred had gone out briefly while you and George were cooped up in their room, desperately shielding yourselves from touching any more of the unforgiving rays of the sun.

With your head comfortably resting on his lap, George leaned against the headboard of his bed, running the pads of his slightly calloused fingers over your forehead. His breathing was a bit labored from how dense and humid the air was.

You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of your lover's touch. It didn't take long however, for George to grow tired of caressing the same spot over and over again the last few minutes. He eventually moved his digits down, sliding them along your neck before tracing long lines across your collarbone.

Chills immediately began running beneath your skin before you slowly opened your eyes again, moving your gaze up to look at the younger Weasley twin above you.

He wasn't even looking at you. The hard wooden wall behind his bed served as the cushion for his head to rest on, eyes closed while his hands moved across your skin as if it had a mind of its own, carrying a familiarity only he and Fred had.

The tips of his fingers lightly dug into the dip of your collarbone, causing you to physically shiver this time, a small frown gracing your lips shortly after.

You couldn't decide whether he was doing it on purpose or not, but the way he caressed the bone beneath your clammy skin felt enticing. Like an invitation you couldn't put off for long.

You took a hold of his oddly firm wrist and pried his hand away from your neck. This caused the partially drowsy Weasley who had just begun to drift off to open his eyes just enough to see what you were doing.

"You alright-? Oomf-!" George cried out in surprise when you swiftly rolled your head off of his thighs, clumsily scooting over to straddle his lap after sitting up.

He shifted a bit beneath you, his knees spreading wider to accommodate your body as you sat on him. The new position allowed you to feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension between the two of you growing more palpable by the minute.

He looked up at you with those addictingly sweet brown orbs that were hidden behind half lidded eyes. Not an inch of annoyance laced in the expression on his face at your sudden interruption.

"Such a tease." Whispered George with a small smile, his tone groggy yet playful while both his hands lazed gently over your hips.

"What are you playing at?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him playfully.

"I'm not playing at anything, dearest, the heat's taken all my energy." He replied, feigning innocence while his eyes remained tinged with mischief. "Although now that you're here, I fear I'd have to ask for a kiss. And in case you weren't aware, you make it difficult for a bloke to keep his hands to himself when you act like this."

You snorted, "Wow, how casual and discreet." You commented, a small laugh leaving your lips.

"Casual and discreet? Me? You're funny." The Weasley mumbled before smirking, pulling you closer by the waist. "But please, just a little one? I'm dying over here."

"That so?" You taunted, leaning in close enough so your breath fans over his lips. George's mouth parted almost immediately in anticipation, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

"You seem perfectly fine to me." You said, keeping the tight distance between you two steady.

George's fingers dug into your hips as a sign of his growing impatience, causing you to jolt lightly.

"This bleeding heat's already maddening enough, don't add yourself into the mix, yeah?" He mumbled, his hands sliding up to cup your neck, gently trying to tug your face closer.

With a smug grin on your face, you intentionally kept yourself still. A flash of frustration crossed George's eyes before he quickly dropped his hands back down and threw his head back, a hint of annoyance evident in his expression.

"Oh, come on-!" George's complaints were swallowed by your lips shortly after, finally granting his plea. He let out a low moan against your mouth, the initial shock of the action fading almost immediately as he responded enthusiastically.

His hands found their way back to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Merlin, you're a bloody menace," he managed to gasp out between kisses, his fingers digging into your flesh. "But I love you. Now stop playing around."

After he mumbled the fleeting, yet genuine words of endearment towards you, George mashed your lips further together, deepening the kiss.

Somehow, you'd ended up on your back with him hovering over on top of you. This was the kind of make-out where it would send your temperatures flying through the top of your head. It made you feel faint, but whole in a way.

You reciprocated, trying to keep up with the intensity of his kissing. Unmoving, but had your hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt by his chest.

He audibly chuckles into your mouth, clearly amused at your sudden surrender.

He thought.

You weren't unmoving and kissing back because you were giving up. You were calculating.

When you felt he had finally let down his guard a bit, you pushed yourself and the Weasley boy up, full force, sending his back hitting the bed's headboard with a small "thud!"

Before he could catch wind of what you were doing, you quickly scrambled to straddle his lap again. Your thighs sit on either side of his legs as your arms lay partially coiled around his slender neck.

"Great Merlin!" He yelped in surprise, eyes wide to further emphasize the expression written on his face.

In the usual George Weasley manner, it didn't take long for him to begin laughing. Gazing at you with orbs that gleamed with amusement for his girlfriend, and lips that were partially swollen and glossy with saliva.

"I hope you didn't assume I wouldn't do anything back," you chuckled, gently snaking your fingers over the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in the tresses of his ginger hair.

“Course not.” He snorted, his hands sliding up to your sides, squeezing them gently. It was his own subtle way of telling you he wanted to continue where you left off without being too pushy.

Of course, having been with George for many years, it never flew over your head.

So without wasting another second, you connected your lips back together- only now, a little bit more feverish than the last. The intense summer heat could’ve been a factor, but you were now feeling sensations that had already been present when you’d be intimate with either of the twins, but by tenfold this time around.

Your thighs twitched, and your hips and hands grew a mind of their own, exploring George’s frame like it was newfound terrain.

The Weasley boy’s eyebrows furrowed as he savoured the taste of your lips on his own, letting out a groan when he felt your hands straying further than where they’d usually be when you’d kiss before.

Small sighs escaped your lips in between kisses as your palms made their way from the nape of his neck, down to his shoulders, his chest, and then slowly over his stomach until you were dangerously close to his lower abdomen where the band of his pants rested.

Even with his breath caught in his throat, George reacted quickly despite the continuous display of surprises you were showering him with in the moment, pushing you back so you were in the same position you had been in earlier with him on top.

He had you pinned down firmly, straddling your waist as he had both his hands clasped around your wrists by the sides of your head.

He smiled, face just as flushed as yours was. “Alright, what’s gotten into you today, you little minx? Feeling a little frisky now that the summer heat’s pickin’ up?” He interrogated, yet his tone remained light and playful towards you.

“George, let me go!” You squealed, attempting to free your hands from his grasp.

“Not when you’ve done what you did, I won’t,” he mumbled, leaning in closer to your face. You stared back up at him while desperately trying to push back your growing embarrassment. And arousal.

“I was caught up in the moment, how was I supposed to know what my bloody hands were doing!?” You argued. But by the look on his face, you knew he wasn’t buying it. Your excuses were no more than mere lullabies for the gentler twin of the two. He knew you knew what you were doing.

“Easy for you to say, love.” He said, loosening the pressure his thighs used to hold onto your waist, now leaving enough room for you to possibly wiggle through. “You’re not gonna be the one dealing with the consequences of your curious little hands, and I think you’re forgetting something..”

“Forgetting what?” Out of breath, you responded.

“I didn’t mention anything about your hands.”

The moment the words left his lips, you felt your blood run cold, and what was once your face now felt like it turned into a volcano from how hot and red it became. You were left a stuttering and frozen mess beneath George Weasley who had so easily flustered you with his own wit.

He momentarily glanced over to where the doorway to their bedroom would be, a smug grin then painted itself on his pale pink lips when his gaze returned back to you.

That simple gesture had you freaking out mentally more than you did earlier. You were thinking either Molly, Ron, or Ginny had seen you two in such an intimate position.

“How’d you think Fred would feel about you giving me all of that attention earlier while he helped dad out in the heat?” George said, and without giving you any time to react, you were abruptly pulled down by your ankles to the edge of the bed, ending up under another person. They were incredibly warm.

Your eyes immediately met with another pair of familiar browns. With eyelashes that were stricken with sweat, and clothes that were damp from labor, there was no mistaking it.

“Fred,” His name left your lips almost guiltily despite him probably not knowing what happened between you and George just a few minutes earlier.

“Didn’t think you were the kind to play favorites, y/n. I’m a little hurt.” He teased as the familiar curve of his smirk etched itself onto his lips.

“How did you-?” You asked, evidently a little confused and dumbfounded.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself quite a bit. Didn’t even notice me by the doorway in the last seven minutes.” Fred chuckled as he stared down at you. You glanced over your head to see George leaned back on his arm watching you and the older twin’s banter with an almost hungry gaze that was well hidden behind those smiling eyes of his.

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A couple of minutes passed, and all three of you calmed down.

You were still sat on George’s bed across the twins who were sitting beside each other. The silence hung in the air like an unspoken secret, waiting to be found. Waiting to be broken.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I mean, we’ve been together for so long..” You trailed, your gaze fixed on your fingers which you had been playing with nervously out of habit. The topic was a big deal for you.

“Jokes aside, love, we've talked about this. There’s really no need to rush.” Reassured George.

“Yeah. Your kisses supply us with enough love to last us til’ our final breath.” Added Fred endearingly.

“I’ve told you both about what I’ve believed in. Including the perfect timing for everything,” you said, looking up from your hands only to be met with their soft gazes. A look you’d only witnessed whenever they see you, their mother, or Ginny. That was one of things that had you tripping over your own feet when you first noticed. Such a simple act of love, yet it had your affections for them growing bigger and bigger each time. “You’ve both been so patient with me when I thought no one else would. You could’ve bribed, or pushed me to do it, but you never did. It must’ve been hard for the both of you too.”

Fred and George chuckled at your words. Not to mock you, but rather to show you that it really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them. They were men. Human, so yes, it was hard for them at times, but it’s you. Putting your comfort first was as natural as breathing.

They kept silent, hanging onto your words and waiting on each part of your lips, allowing you to express yourself freely without feeling ashamed.

“What happened with George earlier was all me.” You confessed.

“Knew that.” The twins responded in unison, causing a small smile to crack from you.

“And I think I’m ready now.” The words finally left your mouth. Now you were the silent one, looking back and forth between them with your breathing steadily getting faster with each anxious pound of your heart.

“I hope you’re aware of what you’ve just said, y/n.” Fred says with caution.

“This is a big thing for us too. We’re not doing anything unless you’re absolutely sure.” George pipes in, firmly laying down the boundary you three laid all those years ago.

A huge waft of air fills your lungs as you take in a deep breath, using your hands to help you scoot over closer to them.

“I’ve thought about it longer than I’ve been letting on, actually. I just thought that by going with the flow earlier, it would happen. I’m sorry.” You said, playing with the hem of your shirt. The twins took notice of your small gesture, eyeing your fingers intently. “But I'm ready now. Promise. Seriously.”

Fred and George looked at each other, as if communicating with their eyes. George softly laughs as Fred licks his lips almost as if using that to contain his own growing excitement.

And as quick as you losing your composure earlier with your confrontation with George, the twins already had you propped to their pleasing.

George had you leaned against his chest in between his thighs, while Fred sat in between your legs, gently holding your knees apart with his warm hands.

“You just relax then, darling. We’ll take care of you.” Whispered George into the skin of your neck.

“You’ll find aftercare to be especially enjoyable,” Fred comments, caressing his hands over your damp thighs. “You’ll finally see where all the extra love we’ve kept for you all these years has been.”

Indeed they showed you. They showed you so well you three ended up missing dinner. And what was once the twins’ bedroom, had now become a sauna. A messy, humid, and almost unrecognizable sauna that had been used for many pleasurable hours.

Talk about sexual tension.

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Bad Idea | George Weasley

summary: When you began working at the Weasley twins' joke shop, you never really expected yourself to indulge in any kind of romance. That was, until you ended up developing a bit of a fancy for George Weasley, one of your bosses. It didn't take long for him to notice and return the feelings you had for him as well. You both knew you liked each other, but had established that what you had would be nothing more than a strictly working relationship. What regret could one late night letter from you asking him to come over possibly bring?

cw: boss and employee kinda trope, slight nsfw, cursing, hungry joj weasley, short n sweet and a little fast paced so they get right INTO it

a/n: heard Bad Idea! By girl in red while writing my previous fic and thought the lyrics would make a good plotline for george, so here it is c;

George Weasley is forbidden fruit. You knew that.

If there was one thing you'd remember your had mother told you, it's that wherever people deemed something to be unforgiving, temptation always followed.

Sneaking... lurking.

Waiting.

It eats at you, it really does. From the roots of your hair, to the tips of your toes, it's an unshakeable feeling that's plagued mankind for as long as they have existed.

But what of temptation when it gets too strong?

What of the headstrong woman that walked into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes looking for a job; all bright-eyed and wore her heart on her sleeve, had a drive to work hard, and seemingly had no time for trivial matters such as love?

Oh, I'll tell you what became of her. More specifically, what became the object of her affections and most shameful desires.

Her boss, George Weasley.

It all started slow. From clocking in early every morning just to be able to greet him first, to constantly searching for his presence in and out of work.

You knew it started getting bad when the silence of everything he did, the things you've grown used to and brushed off as time went on working for them as a member of staff, had become louder than how it used to be.

Like how often you'd find yourself catching his eye from across the shop or the second floor, sending you a cheeky smile like it was clockwork and sometimes threw in a dramatic wink for good measure,

The times he'd casually walk up to you by the register and leaned on the counter with that same relaxed, yet playful air he always had on him since you started working there- smiling ear-to-ear as he cracked silly or flirtatious jokes while enthusiastically testing store products just to crack a smile out of you,

Or those nights where he'd stay behind and help you close up whenever Fred had some urgent business to attend to. Just you, him, and the delicately tense silence, surrounded by the empire they'd left school for just to build.

All of that never seemed like anything more than gestures of a boss that genuinely cared for the wellbeing of his employee.

But now what used to be nothing, was now everything to you. You fancied George Weasley.

And miraculously, George felt the same way too.

How you did it, or how it happened? You didn't know, but you're sure as heck happy about it.

But one can only get too drunk on happiness before they lose track of what they're doing. You didn't drink Liquid Luck to aid you on this little contemplatory slip up.

There you were, pacing around your room like a woman possessed- biting your nails out of nervous habit as anxiety was practically bubbling over from the pits of your stomach.

You had sent a letter to George via Owl Post, urgently telling him something was wrong and needed his attention at his quickest convenience.

None of this would've been such a big deal if there was actually something wrong and had to call him over so late at night. A broken pipe perhaps? a clogged drain, or some joke product of theirs exploding in the floor below you because it was faulty (seeing as you lived just above the shop after they offered you to stay there),

But no, it was none of those. Your reasoning?

Him.

All you wanted, was to see him.

Stupid decision? Absolutely. You both agreed with lying eyes and tongues you fought the urge to bite off just to stop yourselves from agreeing that nothing more could come of the feelings you’d finally confessed to each other.

But was it still possible to hold yourself back after months of silent yearning knowing he had liked you too? Merlin, no. Not anymore. Such a waste of a perfectly good man.

I mean, have you seen him?

It was mind wracking to think about why there weren't any admirers flooding the shop, but then again the occassional love letters that reeked of floral or vanilla perfume with his name scribbled on the front in cursive handwriting that piled up on the register's countertop was enough to shut those thoughts down quickly.

After the milk had spilled that you liked George, him finding out, then reciprocating, it was hard to carry on the usual day-to-day tasks you usually did with ease before you caught such conflicting feelings for him.

It was unimaginably hard to pretend those stray glances, gestures, and other small things, meant nothing.

How he'd hold eye contact for a bit longer than usual from across the shop even on the busiest of days when he saw you all dolled up so pretty (when it really is just your usual everyday look),

How he'd faintly slide his hand across the back of your waist when he'd pass behind you in small or even loose spaces,

And how he'd purposefully brush his fingers over yours when handing something over just to get a small taste of what it meant to feel your flesh under the pads of his fingers.

Each small thing he subtly did for you and to you to silently express the fact that he still held his affections for you without crossing any of the boundaries you both had built chipped away at your resolve, every. damn. time.

Until it broke. Now look what's happened. Walking about your room with your nails bitten nearly to its roots, waiting to see if George would actually come or not.

It took a lot of time and courage to finally grab that pen and paper and sending the letter off, even more so to brush away the thoughts your mind had been yelling at you to do the moment he walked through those doors.

Would he push you away or give in to his own sinful desires the way you did?

All this overthinking got you wondering if this really was all a bad idea from the very beginning.

The abrupt sound of the door to your apartment opening snaps you out of your thoughts. A voice echoes throughout your home, reaching you from all the way to your bedroom.

"Alright, lady, what's gotten your knickers in a twist this time tonight?"

"You, idiot." You mentally commented, ignoring the sudden skip you felt in your heart after hearing those familiar chords.

You took in a deep breath and began placing one foot after the other. Even the simple task of taking the steps towards him felt like you needed the strength of a thousand Hippogriffs to do so.

But you walked, and you walked with a newfound fervor. Your heartbeat served as the tempo you matched your pace with. Quick.

You threaded your way across your apartment until you arrived at the entrance where both the living room and kitchen were also connected.

And there he stood, eyes and all visibly searching for your presence while still clad in the clothes he wore to work, but just a little more casual, a little more undone. No more blazer, no waistcoat, a missing tie, just his slacks, belt, and rolled up sleeves with a couple of buttons undone at the top of his shirt.

He looked absolutely delicious.

Your feet didn't stop. You didn't freeze and looked at him the way you always did after catching feelings. You strided over to him with your breath caught in your chest and palms colder than death itself.

"Hey, what's wro-"

The moment his eyes landed on you, the words that left his lips were eaten by your own; capturing them in a warm yet purposeful lip lock. A kiss that told him "Sorry, but I couldn't do it anymore."

George was taken aback by your sudden take in initiative, eyes widening as his hands paused frozen in mid-air. But what you didn't know, was that the man wanted this just as much as you did.

When he finally came to, he planted his hands firmly on your waist, reciprocating the intensity of your kiss. You let out a soft moan, sending vibrations throughout George's face. His eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of you. The epitome of softness.

You really couldn't believe it. You were actually kissing George Weasley. He was allowing you to kiss him. The man who'd swore in front of you and vice versa all those months ago that everything will stay as it was between you two.

Now here he is stuck to you like glue, ravaging your lips like he hadn't eaten in weeks. His lips moving slow at first, adjusting to really get a feel of your own against his, before building the intensity. His own body practically turning into mush against yours if it were even possible.

You slid your hands behind his neck, tangling your fingers in the hairs by his nape and gave it a small tug, earning a groan from his lips which fueled your own attraction even more.

Lust wasn't even a part of this whole charade. It's the simplest form of pleasure for the human specie. Relief. Release.

Fulfilling a craving as one may say.

Throughout the minutes of your intense lip-on-lip encounters, George carefully yet with great urgency slid his hands under your shirt, causing goosebumps to burn throughout your entire body.

You shivered, breaking away to take in air. You locked eyes with George whose gaze was clouded with a passion you've never seen before. Not even when he and Fred would come up with a new product that could potentially skyrocket them into infamy.

This one was different. This time, he was hungry and you've finally given him a taste of what he'd been needing so badly since that fateful day of him realizing his own feelings for you.

He knew what he was doing when he tried to get as close as he possibly could to you. He knew he couldn't cross those boundaries. And in a way, he knew that it would be wrong for a boss to go for his own employee. But there was something about you so maniacally magnetic that George even began to wonder if you'd placed any spells or enchantments on him.

With both your chests heaving, your lips already felt like they needed George's on top of them again. It felt so right, but so wrong at the same time.

It wouldn't have burdened you so much if he weren't, y'know... your boss.

The guilt was suffocating, yet irritatingly arousing.

You felt his warm fingers fondling at the clasp of your bra, before skillfully undoing it with ease all while keeping eye contact. Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips, giving him a clear sign you wanted more. No words were needed to be spoken as he got the message clearer than day itself.

His smile grew, eyes twinkling with that devious glint before taking his hands back out from your top and grabbed your face, slamming your lips back together.

Your hands moved to his shirt and grabbed fistfuls of the fabric to draw him closer. The heat radiating off of his own body was dizzying alongside the poor intake of oxygen from the lack of breaks, but it didn't matter nor did any of you care.

He pushed you up against the wall by the entrance hall, anchoring his head down before bringing it back up to further deepen the kiss. Now he was the one surprising you. Despite his role in their line of business alongside that notorious Weasley attitude, you didn't expect this from him at all. He was playful, yes, but definitely knew when it was time to be serious. And he was as serious as you'd ever seen him in this moment.

Just when the kiss was beginning to pick up even more, you were left with a sudden pause. Cold air fans your mouth which had you searching for that familiar warmth that once blanketed your lips just milliseconds before.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to be met with George's intense yet hazy gaze. Both of your lips glistened with saliva as your torsos heaved from breathing so heavily.

"Why'd you stop?" You panted, out of breath.

George shook his head as he tried to catch the own wind in his lungs. "Gorgeous." He breathed, his voice gruff.

"What..?" You voiced out, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"You're gorgeous," he repeated, eyes dancing around your face. "It was a real pain not being able to tell you that."

You blinked a few times trying to process if you had heard him right.

"I don't know what to say.." You mumbled, feeling your body temperature rising. Flustered wouldn't even be the right word to describe how George made you feel at present. The sensations were almost inhuman to you.

"Was I too forward?" George inquired to you, worry now slowly beginning to snuff out the fervor in his disposition. "God, I'm an idiot. Y'know what, I'll just-"

"Too forward?" You echoed, letting out a snort. "I was the one that threw myself at you."

"Quite enthusiastically, might I add-"

"George!"

"Alright, alright, sorry. I couldn't help myself when you made the move first."

George was always the more reserved one. Always a bit more respectful than his louder twin. Never too mean, more in-tune, but never a cry-baby. It showed true to his nature more than ever on this cool night. It was in this silence following his words where you really got a good look at him.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you looked at the man you now admittedly loved both physically and emotionally infront of you. The shakiness in his stare as he gazed back at you with pupils that seemed to dance through every part of your frame. The way his lips looked as they parted to take in air while sweat painted his features ever so delicately. The light from both the moon and indoor lamps hitting his face just right. His own beauty wasn't talked or worshipped about enough. It's taken your breath away more than his ever did from yours.

"Kiss me." You blurted aloud.

There was a pause as he looked at you, his heart thumping uncontrollably in his chest. He couldn't help but find himself becoming a bit overwhelmed with how beautiful you looked just for him.

George stood still for a few more seconds before a smirk appeared on his face. He took a step forward, closing the gap between you.

"Did I hear that right? Kiss you...?" He repeated, teasing you, leaning his ear a bit closer with his hands hidden behind his back to try and hide the way they twitched to touch you again.

"You really enjoy finding ways to vex me, don't you?"

"Ah, you can't answer my question with another question, y/n, now what did you ask of me just now?" He asked with a sly grin. He may be egging you on, but what he really wanted was the reassurance that you actually wanted him. That you intentionally were allowing him to finally touch you the way he'd always imagined.

You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and yanked him closer as a result of your growing impatience. Your lips now mere inches apart. He chuckled, his gaze fixed on your lips with that same smirk from earlier. Only now, a little more amused than mischievous.

"There she is." He says, his own mouth tingling from your proximity.

"Kiss me. Please." Whispered yourself, desperately.

His hand lifted to gently cup your cheek, his gaze locking with yours. He leaned in closer, his voice low and sensual.

"You don't need to ask me twice." He mumbled over your lips, his breath warm.

The hand on your cheek moved to grip the back of your nape, drawing you in as he captured your lips in a searing lock. His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he pressed your frame back against the wall once more.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue teasingly brushing against your bottom lip, seeking entrance.

"Bloody hell." He muttered, his fingers digging into your hips. "May I?"

It took you a while to understand what he meant, seeing as you were in a daze now yourself, but upon unfortunately pulling away and looking down, you saw George's long and slender fingers toying at the hem of your shirt.

You looked back up at him. Eyes glistening with emotion as you gave him a simple nod in response before pulling him back to connect your lips once more.

He groaned against your mouth when you writhed under him, his fingers making their way under the hem of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach. The sensation caused a shiver to run down your spine, your nerves igniting under his touch.

He broke the kiss to trail kisses down your jaw to your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You're wearing too many clothes, love." He murmured against your skin.

"Then take them off." You gasped, mouth agape at the feeling of his warm palms flat against your cool and clammy skin.

"Damn," he hissed, the sound tinged with a mixture of desire and need. "Such a temptress."

With a swiftness that surprised you, he grabbed the edge of your top and tugged it over your head, casting it aside. His eyes raked over your now exposed upper body (save for your unclasped bra that hung loosely by your breasts), taking in the sight with hungry eyes.

"Merlin, you're beautiful." He breathed.

You hadn't really expected or intended it to get this far. If you were to be honest, a real hard rejection was what your mind had been preparing for in the moments that led up to him walking through your apartment doors.

Despite your unavoidably visible happiness and ignited need for the Weasley that had you pinned under his mercy on your own wall, the notion that you were actively engaging in scandalously intimate acts with your own boss kept crossing over your conscience. It got you hesitating, and you were never really the kind of person that would go around wearing any other expression other than the emotions you were currently feeling.

George took notice of that every time. You weren't escaping his prying eyes now.

"Everything alright?" He asked, pausing to look at you.

"What if this was all just a bad idea?" You questioned back, looking away from him and bit your bottom lip anxiously.

"Hey," he says, nuzzling his forehead against yours. "No questions on top of questions."

Despite your reluctance to meet your own gaze with his, he kept on. His own sensitivity to the situation shining through in full George Weasley fashion. "This isn't just some mindless act. I want this. I want you... Do you want this, though?"

"Yes, but-" you said, hesitating to finish your own sentence.

"But...?"

"You're my boss."

He paused at your response, his expression going from concern to a thoughtful frown. George was well aware of how complicated this situation was. He's thought about it on nights he couldn't sleep, and the reason for the lack of. He was not blind to the power dynamics at play, nor the fact that he was your superior.

"Indeed I am." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair before pulling back slightly to really look at you. "But we're not at work right now. I'm not your boss, I'm just George. And you're not my employee. You're y/n."

With one of his hands still on your jaw, he slides it down to your neck, fingers tracing invisible patterns against your skin.

He leans in closer, just about ready to crash his lips back on yours again for the final time with no intention of having anything interrupt you both anymore. The constant back and forth was toying at your heart, making it ready to explode from all the different things swirling in the chambers of your chest. But you weren't gonna lie when you say his words didn't calm you down. It's almost as if he knew exactly what to say in nearly every situation. It was basically a gift.

"So fuck it." He whispered against your parted lips before you pulled him back in, free and set with your own intentions to finally be with him. No more shying away.

And with that, the night carried on with secrets only you, George, and the walls of your home will ever get to know.

But maybe with the exception of Fred. He'd been nagging George and teasing you the whole day the morning after about how he hadn't gotten a wink of rest after falling asleep in their shop's office when he failed to return to The Burrow because he was too tired.

"Louder than a group of bloody Mandrakes, the both of you!" He said with much sarcasm and the usual deadpan humor.

It goes to show that George Weasley was forbidden fruit.

And damn did he taste good.

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weezyweasleys-fg · 2 months ago

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Rowdy | Fred Weasley

summary: Set Callaghan. A Slytherin senior of yours at Hogwarts Uni who wouldn't leave you alone. He thinks the quickest way to a girl's heart, is by belittling her into liking him back. Your classmate and long time friend, Fred Weasley, takes notice of this and it clearly doesn't sit right with him.

cw (it's a mess I'm sorry): 1st person pov, set callaghan is a character I made solely for the purpose of this story, fred and reader shenanigans, reader is in another house other than gryffindor, violence (fred decided to become a wwe wrestler), swearing, tension between fred and reader, fluff ending, contains hurtful language, half-blood reader, set callaghan highkey being obsessed, creepy, and an asshole, fred being delicious.

w/c: 16.5k (i just couldn't stop writing, apparently.)

a/n: this piece bit me in the ass so hard, but it's finally done 😭 I hope you guys enjoy reading it! I'm also planning on doing a george one soon!

"If it isn't little miss bookworm. Still scribbling away in that little book of yours, are you? Would do you some good to look up for once and give me a bit of attention." A voice the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard sauntered up to me. The tone and the way he spoke gave away that smug grin he always wore as his eyes roamed over my notes.

I sighed.

"Here we go again." I mentally noted, then tried to desperately drown out his voice with the surrounding chatter that echoed throughout the walls of the Great Hall, but it seemed impossible to do so.

I felt the students around me beginning to shoot us looks. Looks that made me feel especially uncomfortable.

I always knew my next few years at Hogwarts would be somewhat eventful, but I never anticipated just how much trouble one particular person could cause me. That person being none other than Set Callaghan. A Slytherin senior with a twisted perception of courtship.

His pathetic excuse to flirt with me (if you'd even call it that) in an attempt to try and gain my affections began all throughout my third year in university. I'm a fourth year now and nothing has changed. It may have only been a year, but it's still one year too plenty.

My closest confidants, Hermione and Ginny, had sympathized with me. Offering to hex the miserable dungbrain on my behalf, but I told them he wasn't worth getting into trouble for.

They compensated for the lack of action by offering an open ear to my ranting after school which I'm very thankful for. And without them, I probably would've gone completely insane by now.

I drew in a deep breath, shutting my eyes in an attempt to compose myself.

"Piss off, Callaghan." I spat, my voice obviously irritated and uninterested.

Instead of taking the memo and leaving, he sees this as an extra push to torment me even more. He threw one of his legs over the bench and sat down, straddling the seat as he's facing me.

"Now, now, darling, there's no need get so aggressive. I was just trying to brighten up your dull morning." He said, placing his elbow on the table and proceeded to lean a little closer to me, trying to invade my personal space. His voice dripped with a condescending, almost patronizing edge, as if he were speaking to a child. He always loved using the nickname 'darling' just to get under my skin.

I huffed, my eyes finally looking up from my book but not to look at him.

"My morning was perfectly fine until you decided to bring you and your sorry self over here." That earned a few giggles and snickers from the students around me who found our bickering amusing. The Slytherin cast a sharp glare in the direction of the source of the irritating noise, effectively silencing them.

Set decided that he was done for now, thinking he'd gotten through to me. That sod doesn't know I've been aware of his intentions since it was made public to me by one of his "best mates". I'd rather stick my head in a Hungarian Horntail's mouth than go out with him.

He extended a hand, gently curling a strand of my hair around his fingers before letting it slide back down to join the rest of my hair.

"I'm not giving up, y/n." He whispered, almost sounding like a threat. His unruly brown locks fell across his forehead, casting a shadow over his features. After tapping his palm against the table once, he rose to his feet and walked away, leaving me feeling a whole different level of irritation.

Too caught up in the heat of the moment, I didn't notice Fred who was observing the whole encounter from the Gryffindor's table this whole time. His one eyebrow cocked up in amusement when he saw how much Set was getting a kick out of taunting me the way he did. His mocking smirk sufficing the urge to burst out laughing at how that daft Slytherin thought he had done something, but he knew better than to humiliate the poor thing even more, although he really wanted to.

I sighed, closing my notes and took a hold of my cup to take a sip of water. The chilled sensation runs down my throat, seemingly doing the job at cooling off my head and putting out the flames that Set had provoked in me earlier.

"He really is a bit out of sorts, isn't he?" Hermione whispers into my ear, her eyebrows knitted together in her own little moment of dumbfoundedness. She offered to sit with me at my house table for breakfast this morning to help me with a few notes I had missed, and thank Merlin she did.

"Don't mind him. I'm never giving in to his sad antics if he thinks that'll ever get me to swoon over him." I said, giving her shoulder a gentle push with my own earning a small chuckle from her.

"Should've smacked him upside the head while I had the chance." Ginny pipes up from beside Hermione. I let out a laugh, gazing at her with a softer look in my eyes. A completely different contrast to how they looked when Set was here.

"You could've, Gin, but I don't think Hogwarts is ready for that side of you yet." I joked before Ginny shot me a face in which I returned one back, causing the three of us to laugh.

I think everyone and their nan knew of Ginny's strong and independent character that she grew beautifully into in her fifth year. Her older brothers boast of her incredible Quidditch skills when she filled in for Harry, and frankly, I agree.

Hermione? Well, we all know she's a force to be reckoned with, so I'll save her the pleasantries. Everyone already knows what she's capable of.

"Hello, ladies. Mind if I scoot in?" A familiar voice pipes in from behind me. I looked back and saw Fred's tall stature towering over us, wearing that playful smile that never seemed to stray from his face. His eyes swept over to his younger sister, Hermione, and then finally, me.

"Well? You gonna let a handsome lad stand here all day or are you gonna have him sit with you?" He asked. His gaze flicking over from my eyes to the vacant seat next to me.

"Good Merlin, not beside me. I've had about enough of your sales talk yesterday." Ginny groaned and scooted closer to Hermione, cementing her claim of not wanting her brother next to her.

Fred snorted, waving his sister off. "Nobody wants to sit beside your stinky butt anyway, Ginnikins. Only a mental person would do something like that."

Hermione, who was in fact sat beside Ginny, heard Fred's jest and shot him a glare. In return, he flashed another cheeky smile and bat his eyelashes at her.

I sighed, a small smile painting my lips. I looked up at Fred, feeling in the mood to go along with his little quip.

"Of course not, how rude of me. Wouldn't want those handsome legs to get tired now, don't we, Fred?" I said, expressing pretend courtesy and patted the spot beside me.

"A sound mind, a sound mind. See? (nickname) loves me better than you do, sis." Fred voices to Ginny. The youngest Weasley stuck her tongue out slightly at her brother before turning back to her notes in front of her.

Feeling content with their daily dose of sibling banter, Fred swung one of his long legs over the wooden bench, followed by the other and sat down. He propped his arms on the table and clasped his hands together, leaning forward in a relaxed yet engaged manner. His face turns towards me, his eyes holding that combination of mischief and awe I knew all too well.

Basking in the ambience of both Fred and Ginny, it brings back many memories since the day I was first invited to their home at The Burrow.

I'm really thankful for the Weasley's. They offered me their home when I occasionally couldn't return to mine.

I was born from a Muggle mother and a Pure-Blood father, so I think you can guess how I've been treated my first few years here.

Hermione, being born from Muggle parents, understood what it was like and sympathized with me. Even offering me her tireless friendship, to which I'm terribly grateful for.

And through her, I met Ginny. The 'seemingly timid but actually such a joy to be with' kind of girl. I've confided in her about many a thing, even my most embarrassing of problems.

And through Ginny, I met the twins.

Fred and George Weasley.

The infamous pair whose personalities are as fiery and passionate as the color of their hair.

Oh, I can't even begin to describe the absolute menace they've been since we've become acquainted. They've tested my patience in a way no one else has.

But then again, it was them who've brought the taste of rule breaking into my almost always routine life. That it was okay to bend the flow of how I've been doing things, and to embrace what it meant to have fun. And of course, those had their own repercussions, but that's for another day.

Despite their flamboyant dynamic, and the fact that the whole school knows of their troublesome antics- they're decent men. Really!

And speaking of twins..

"Where's George?" I asked in a low murmur, leaning my body a bit closer to Fred while my eyebrows were knitted together in wonder at where the other tall ginger was.

Fred pursed his lips, tilting his own frame closer to mine in response. "Dad had him called to The Burrow for something. Don't know why he needed just one of us when we're practically the same people."

I chuckled and turned my face slightly towards him. This made the one corner of his mouth twitch up just a little bit higher. "Maybe your dad just needed the one who's a little more sane in the brain."

Fred gasped, putting a hand over his chest where his heart would be and inclined his torso back as if he were shot by the bullets of my seemingly painful jest.

"You wound me, woman!" He replied, his tone theatrical. "I am in fact, the most able minded person in this whole school. Save for you and that Callaghan bloke."

The moment that name slipped past his lips, I felt my own eyes darken. I hated hearing that godforsaken name, and seeing that godforsaken excuse of a man. Oh, how I wished Unforgivables could be used legally nowadays.

Fred noticed my sudden shift in demeanor and took that as his cue to stop the banter. His smile dropped into a faint grin as he gently nudges my shoulder with his.

"He bothering you? That Callaghan." He asked. His eyes never straying from mine despite me looking down at the table.

I sighed and gave a nod. "Thought you would've noticed by now." I replied to him, glancing sideways to meet his view.

"I was never really around when it happens to you. A pain in the ass, he seems. Miserable thing." Fred murmured.

Despite his seemingly nonchalant response, he failed to hide the slight whitening of his knuckles from clenching his hands too hard. A habit of his I've grown to notice when he'd grow a bit irritable. But I suppose all is normal when it comes to feeling that way for a friend who's getting picked on...

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The day was finally coming to a close with me almost having learned something from my classes.

Almost.

It's like everything I've gotten down just the hours before seem to completely vanish from my head the moment I see Set. He's a walking fight or flight for me.

I've never really thought about if my school life had always been this shitty, or my week just had a bad start- but Set Callaghan was practically outside all of my classes' classrooms. He even tried playig it off as him 'coincidentally' happening upon me as I exited the rooms.

But you know who else was in almost all of my classes this week, though?

Fred Weasley.

These past few days, each encounter he's had with Callaghan since knowing what he'd been doing to me grew more and more brutal by the next. Insults I never even knew existed come flying out of his mouth the moment his eyes land on the Slytherin.

If it's a fight or flight, it's always going to be fight for Fred.

I've always known Fred to be the more reckless twin compared to George who was a little more tame in terms of tomfoolery around the school. While I did mingle with both the twins, the reason above was also the cause on why I hung out with George a little more than his brother when we first met.

I was simply afraid of standing out.

I mean, Fred used to scare me, but in a good way. A way that intrigued me to want to get closer to him.

So I guess all those years of companionship did bloom into fruition eventually. While I still undoubtedly hung with George, Ginny, and the twins alike- me and Fred's relationship definitely improved as well.

We're close enough now to be sharing a straw or a cup when we haven't enough money for drinks.

Being the last to exit the History of Magic classroom and leaving Fred inside who told me to go ahead, the golden glow of the setting sun that casted on the castle's frame greeted my eyes, almost cleansing my mind of all the troubles that plagued me the hours before.

Hogwarts at any point and time of day was truly breathtaking. I don't think I'll ever get tired of the views it's been offering me all these years.

I decided to wait for Fred since walking back to our house dormitories together had become our usual routine, with him dropping me off at my dorm first.

I found a spot on the stone framing of the hallway and settled down, patiently waiting for him to appear. I placed my books on my lap, resting my hands on either side of my thighs and began to gently swing my legs back and forth.

As I waited, I observed the hustle and bustle of campus life unfolding around me. Students moved through the corridors, chatting with friends or walking alone. Professors darted about, hurrying to their destinations, and the sounds of conversation blended with the natural soundscape. There's Callaghan coming in this way, too.

Wait- Callaghan?

I indeed did not see wrong despite my deteriorating eyesight. There he was, walking up to me with his hands in his pockets. That same, arrogant air about him.

I took in a deep breath through my nose, closing my eyes and cursed silently in the process. I know he sees how physically and mentally done I am with him, but the fucker doesn't know when to give it up.

I don't look at him. Instead, my eyes stay glued to the History of Magic's classroom door praying that Fred just come out already.

"There you are. What are you doing here? Waiting for your little knight in shining armor, are you? How cute." Callaghan said with a smirk, his tone conceited.

He leaned against the wall. His gaze fixed on me, trying to exude a sense of superiority. His words laced with sarcasm, clearly mocking my wait for Fred. He had his arms crossed, standing in a relaxed yet confrontational pose, waiting for my reaction.

I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction.

"Don't you have anything better to do other than stand there and act like a proper ass, Callaghan? Do something useful with yourself for once." I said. My voice laced with equally as much annoyance as his own tone carried fragile superiority.

He scoffs and pushed himself off the wall, walking to stand a bit closer to me.

"I prefer this better than any of my pastimes, and I like a woman with a sharp tongue. Don't think that's enough to drive me away now, love." He replied, reaching a hand out to take hold of my wrist. "Now come. Why don't I walk you back to your dorm?"

His tone was soft. Eerie in a sense that made my stomach churn.

A small groan escapes my mouth as I attempted to free my hand from his grasp. I quickly moved my panicked thoughts aside and stayed put despite his tugging, my eyes now locked onto his face, glaring daggers.

"Let go." I say through gritted teeth. The students going about their way now either stopped to watch or had their heads turned before continuing on.

The attention was on us again. On me.

"Come on, it's just a small walk. You need your little red head to come and carry you home? What do you see in that rake anyway?"

Alright. Now that struck a nerve.

I can tolerate a lot of things, even the nastiest of insults about me and my being as a whole. I'm used to it. But my closest friends and family are topics I would never brush off. He was a dead man to me this very moment.

"Listen here you pompous-"

Before I even got the chance to finish, a loud and all familiar voice boomed from the inside of the classroom.

"Come off it, Callaghan, you miserable sod! Why don't you choose someone your own size should you find someone!" Fred exclaimed from the other side of the door, causing the passing students to jump.

"You're lucky Hogwarts was kind enough to accept house elves to participate in classes. You should be damn bloody grateful!" My face flashes a look of being caught off guard at Fred's brutal combination of names. I glanced at Callaghan who's expression was far from happy.

"Thought my hearing was goin' a bit wonky and heard an Imp out here wailing about. S'just you, mate." Fred mused loudly, closing the door behind him and walked straight over to me- yanking Set's hand off my wrist and pulled me away from him.

Fred wraps an arm around my shoulder and drew me snugly by his side. My eyes subtly widened the same time I felt my heartbeat beginning to pick up. Even more so now that I've seen the small crowd of students gathered around us.

How odd. We've shared straws and drinks before, so how is this any different? My stomach that had been churning in pure disgust earlier now felt tingly.

"Shove off, Weasley, I'm talking to her, not you. Hasn't mummy taught you to stay out of other people's business?" Set spat, his annoyance at the taller man evident.

I gulped, looking up at Fred and expected to see him fuming.

But no. The man was smiling. On the brink of laughter.

"Ah, more than yours did, I'm sure." He commented, shoving his other free hand into his pocket. "And I've known her for too long, mate. What's her business is mine now. Except for the lady stuff, of course. You interested in lady stuff too?" Fred teased, leaning closer to Set's face. His tone nauseatingly condescending as his own stature easily towered over Callaghan's.

The Slytherin grimaces, clicking his tongue and turned to his side, ready to leave.

"You really enjoy pushing my buttons, don't you? But I guess you have nothing better to do, being so poor and all." He says, giving Fred a once over with an evident look of disgust painted on his face.

Not sure if I even had high blood pressure, but I sure as hell felt it rising.

My hands itched to chuck my books straight at that bastard's nose.

Fred's jaw clenched momentarily, his irritation flaring at the thought of Set bringing up his family's financial status- all the more ridiculing it. Nonetheless, he kept his composure. But I just knew he'd lunge at Set right then and there if he was given the chance.

I felt Fred squeeze my shoulder gently while his arm stayed wrapped around me, telling me not to do anything brash. Quite unusual for him since normally, he'd take the initiative and pull something right about now.

Set scoffs cockily, taking Fred's silence as his victory.

"You think you're so damn clever, Weasley. Just you and your ass wait." Set commented one last time before turning around and walking off, shoving the students that didn't move out of his way.

"Bastard." Fred mumbled under his breath before storming off, leaving me standing alone amidst the dispersing crowd of students.

I didn't see Fred at dinner that evening.

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Two days had passed since that encounter with Set outside the History of Magic's classroom. Two days since I last heard a word from him. Two days of peace I wish had lasted longer.

Following that came the long awaited Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. A constant bloodbath, if you ask me.

Hermione and Ginny also joined the spectators, supporting their house team from their respective stands. Unfortunately, the separation meant that we weren't able to enjoy the game together as I had hoped.

Screams and jeers faded, then cut into my train of thought. The same way that awkward air settled in between Fred and I after Callaghan's uncalled comment about his family's finances.

I eventually found Fred despite his reluctance to see me and tried my best at comforting him. We never brought it up or talked about it ever again. It was forgotten, as if it never happened.

All the hard hours of practices, joint matches, and unaccounted injuries through the heat and rain I've seen Fred power through that led up to this day wasn't enough to calm the anxiety gnawing at the pits of my stomach.

Was he mentally fit to play right now? What if I didn't talk to him well enough that night? And there's another thing, but I can't seem to put my finger on it. I don't like the feeling.

My eyes danced around the Quidditch pitch, taking everything in. The electrifying atmosphere so scarily contagious that it got my heartbeat pounding harder and harder with each passing second.

Despite my anxiousness, a mix of excitement and anticipation still brewed within me knowing I get to see Fred play again. A pity I couldn't see George in on the action too, though.

Lee Jordan announces the beginning of the match through the Magical Megaphone, followed by a moment of silence before the whistle finally blew.

Immediate mayhem took over the moment the high pitched ring echoed throughout the large space. Blurs of red and gold, and green and silver began shooting across the field- occupying my line of sight.

As if by muscle memory, I immediately began searching for that head of ginger hair amidst the chaos. The almost god-like speed of the players made it practically impossible for me to make out anyone's features which says a lot because of all the other Chasers, Seekers, Keepers, and Beaters present on the field, Fred and George had tresses that stood out the most.

Bludgers that moved almost maniacally were flying about, causing members of both teams to get pushed and shoved in and out of the air with the occasional curse words and taunting thrown around to each other. Quite fascinating to hear what sports and adrenaline could have the human mind come up with in terms of vocabulary.

Within the first ten minutes since the game began, points were earned, and points were lost, yet I still haven't seen Fred anywhere. Not in the sky, and certainly not on the ground.

It was actually pathetic how obvious it was that I hadn't been focusing on the match entirely in my attempts to find the Weasley boy.

Unease dawned on me as the reason I was so anxious before the game was now fixated on my figure while he hovered on his broom before me from across the stands. Wooden club in hand with a conniving look not even his goggles could hide.

Set Callaghan was a Beater for Slytherin. How could I have forgotten.

His face was strewn with blood and dirt as he threw caution to the wind, not paying any mind to the fact that a rogue Bludger could come and knock him off his broom at any moment. Though personally, I wouldn't mind that happening.

"God, Fred, where are you?" I mumbled to myself, worry now replacing what little excitement I had left.

Ignoring the Slytherin's laser-like stares, I went closer to the barricade, placing both my hands on the railing and leaned over just enough to see below as the wind brushes my hair over my face.

Nothing.

I was almost fully convinced that Fred had gotten himself injured and was taken away, or he sat out the match in light of what happened just the days before.

And I hoped to Merlin it was the latter.

He's had injuries and a couple broken bones before but always played it off for sport. It wouldn't really be anything new for Fred if he did end up that way, but I think broken bones are the least of my worries right now.

While I was beginning to wallow in the pool of my own doubts, a mass of red and gold shot up into the sky with speed quick enough to send any poor soul into a whiplash before slowly descending to hover close to me by the stands.

Howls and cheers of support erupted even louder behind me, helping me realize who it was.

"Why so blue? Missing me already?" Fred teases me with a smile on his face, his tone carrying the usual air of playfulness as if he hadn't been worrying me just seconds before.

He looked a mess. Again, nothing new. His hair had become disheveled from the wind and rain that blessed the field during the game. Clothes dirty and in disarray, his face marked with dirt and blood from gashes that were now beginning to scab over.

It was actually maddening to me seeing the way his eyes still held the same unchanging glint even in times of inconvenience. It was one of the things I greatly admired about him. Something I still couldn't get a grasp of for myself.

"You knew I was looking for you?" I yelled at him from where I was standing, an ecstatic smile painted on my face.

I wanted nothing more than to call him an idiot for making me worry, but the relief his presence gave me right this moment was much bigger than my need for nagging.

His eyes locked onto mine with the same intensity a Chaser would have as they hunted the Snitch.

Unwavering.

Intense.

It may or may not have always been this way, but something had changed about the way he looked at me. Almost like a hidden secret under those coquettish brown orbs waiting to be discovered. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but perhaps we hadn't ogled at each other long enough for me to notice.

"You're hard to miss, you silly goose!" He exclaimed, his cheeks stretched with endearment as he beamed at me.

My cheeks grew warm, thinking if he saw me looking for him the whole duration of the game.

"I couldn't see you! But that's not important. Callaghan's on the field, so be careful!" I warned him and he follows with a scoff.

"Where d'ya think these scars came from? The git was tailing me from under the stands and tried ramming me into the planks! And besides, I'll go easier on him since I respect women!" He exclaims and flashed a toothy grin, his hands casually adjusting the grip on his broomstick.

But before I could get another word in, a yell of warning from Fred's teammate slices through the barrier between us and the heated game behind him, putting an end to our little chat. Though realistically, now was not the best time to be having a conversation anyway.

"Oi, Weasley! Behind you!"

And as quick as he swooped in to mock me of my missing him, he reacted quickly. Snapping his head around and swung at the Bludger that was headed straight for him- countering the attack that could've easily sent him flying off of his broom.

His gaze flickered over to me one last time, breathing heavily before flying off without another word.

But now I'd seen him. Talked to him. I had my sights set and could finally watch the game without much worry. If Callaghan doesn't try anything else, that is.

In all my years of watching the twins play Quidditch, I never noticed how ruthless Fred was on the field. Not as aggressive compared to how George played, but ruthless nonetheless. Hitting Bludgers harder and harder with every opportunity presented to him, each time showing calculated intensity which sent Slytherin's players spiralling off their brooms and earning the Gryffindor team more points. He's definitely more of a skill and force kind of guy.

By force, I mean he can be a little too dedicated to the essence of Quidditch at times. That one instance where he and George retaliated using "physical" resolutions when they got a call-in from Madam Hooch for a foul... yeah. Definitely entertaining to watch from the stands, but I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of that poor guy who flagged the twins down for elbowing him.

Fred sped around the arena, practically slicing through the air with his wooden club in hand. He was in his element. Battered up, sure, but this was his standard for being in pristine condition for a good game. Means you're doing it right, he told me.

"What's Quidditch without a few broken bones?" Fred's voice echoed in my head. I recalled him telling me that when the twins first introduced me to the game. Ginny and Hermione did the rest of the explaining after. I used to think it was absolutely barbaric, and I kind of still do to be honest.

But just as Fred was about to catch up to the opposing teams' Beater, Callaghan tallies in right beside him. Not colliding, just merely brushing shoulders. But this was Set. He wouldn't settle for mere shoulder brushing.

A couple of seconds later, Fred noticeably outbalances from his broom earning gasps from me and the whole stadium as Lee Jordan emphasizes on the situation through his commentary.

He quickly grabs onto the body of the broom in an attempt to stabilize himself, but Callaghan doesn't seem to let down just yet.

He was pulling maneuvers to take Fred's broom straight from under him.

Fred managed to avert himself away from Callaghan's nasty schemes, but ended up losing control and began spiralling down onto the sandy field- landing with an audible thud earning choruses of "ooh's" And "ouches" from the students around me.

"Shit!" I yelled, wasting no time and pushed through the compact groups of people to quickly descend the platform where I watched from.

I ran out onto the soaking field where both Gryffindor and Slytherin's players alike stood on opposite sides of each other to get a grasp on what had happened. A heated debate began to ensue between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint on whose to blame for the Gryffindor Beater's sudden fall from grace with Madam Hooch stood in between as the referee.

Fred's eyes widened momentarily as he takes in the sight of me rushing towards him with concern etched on my face.

"Fred!" I exclaimed, carrying my now wet shoes through the mud and wet grass, pushing past the members of Slytherin's team before falling to my knees beside Fred who was sat up on the sand. His broom was only a couple meters away from him after the fall.

It definitely took him a while to regain his composure after that mishap. Beneath his layers of clothing laid skin that was bruised and battered from the hard landing. The sand beneath him was damp and uncomfortable, sticking to his skin and clothes. The wet grains dug into my flesh as I scampered to get closer to him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my hands frozen and hovering in front of me not knowing what to do. My eyes scanning his face and body for anything bad or possibly broken.

Usually, most people would have immediately complied and pointed out the area where they were hurt. But this was Fred Weasley. The man never takes anything seriously.

"Hey, hey, relax. There's just one of me, I'm not going anywhere." He managed to chuckle in between ragged breaths. His eyes glimmered with amusement at my frantic state as he studied me. Even smiling pained the scars on his cheeks, but it was impossible for him not to do so in this moment.

"Well, he deserved it!" Callaghan's scream thundered from behind us. The arena's whispers getting louder and louder at the unknown circumstances happening below the stands.

I rolled my eyes, returning my gaze back to the injured Weasley in front of me after coolly glancing at Set who was stood over my shoulder. Thankfully, his attention was on Madam Hooch who was giving him an earful.

Fred, observing the situation around him, attempted to laugh at the predicament Set got himself into, only to be plunged into a coughing fit before wincing from the pain jolting through his torso.

"Damn. A real wrench, this one." He groaned, rubbing his ribcage gently with a slight frown on his dirtied lips.

It took a couple of seconds, but Fred's facial expression turned from one of pain, to one of frustration.

"Scrawny git!" He exclaimed out of the blue, tilting his body to get a better view of the Slytherin behind me. "That the best you could do, eh?! Your nan could do better than that-!"

I quickly cut him off by slapping my hand over his mouth as more muffled profanities sputtered out from behind it. Thankfully, they weren't understandable anymore.

I scoffed. "You're unbelievable. I don't think you'd like detention on top of your injuries, yeah?" He shook his head while his eyes stayed glued to mine.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked.

He paused for a moment after I cautiously lowered my hand from his mouth. An idea visibly flashes in his mind, making his eyebrows twitch up quickly. Barely noticeable if I didn't look hard enough.

He tugged at the pant sleeve of his Quidditch bottoms until it rode up just enough to point at a spot on his upper thigh.

"Here, miss. Oh, Merlin..." He feigned being in pain, letting out a melodramatic groan. I carefully examined the area in question, searching for any signs of injury, but there was nothing amiss. Catching on to his antics, I rolled my eyes and shook my head, recognizing his dramatic behavior for what it was.

A smirk curled at the corners of my lips as I decided to amuse myself by playing along with his act. I knew he wasn't truly injured, but it was entertaining to see how far he would go with his performance.

"Goodness. It does look really painful." I cooed, placing my hand over said injury. His skin grew hotter under my cool palm.

"Yeah.. they might have to chop it. Poor little ol' me. Legless. In my prime." He muttered, mocking his younger brother Ron the one time his own leg got given to him by a Whomping Willow.

"Oh, come off it, you ginger clot! If George were here, I'd have him take care of you instead." I retorted, smacking the area where his supposed painful affliction was, drawing a pained chuckle out of him.

The jests slowly faded, eventually dying down. Both of us silent and unmoving, just looking into each other's eyes with our breaths meshing together as we tried to catch ourselves. The loud and chaotic atmosphere seemed to disappear until all I could see was him and him alone. I could practically feel my heart lodging itself into my throat.

Fred glanced behind me for a moment, breaking the almost intimate moment between us. His expression seemingly annoyed before leaning in closer to me.

"Bugger's coming this way and I have an idea. Do you trust me?" He mumbled, his breath tickling the apple of my cheek.

"What?" I whispered as I looked at him puzzled. My eyebrows knitted together to express my confusion, but I nodded nonetheless.

"You can give me a proper walloping with my Beater later."

I'm not sure what he meant or what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't the part that happened next. It made me really think about whether if this was a new beginning, or a continuation of a foundation we had built all those years ago.

With a sudden, almost involuntary gesture, he wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, pulling us closer together. He leaned in, the soft curve of his mouth hovering just above my own. His lips parted as a slight twitch lifted the corners of his mouth, and I drew in a sharp breath as the space between us evaporated- replaced by the softness and warmth of his mouth covering mine.

The kiss was like a blanket. A heady mix of warm earth and something strangely metallic, enveloping my senses entirely.

For a moment, Fred didn't know what to do. He was frozen, almost taken aback by the kiss himself. I could say the same for my part too, but I knew Callaghan was watching from behind. With this being my chance to finally get him off my back, I had to play it well.

I wrapped my hand around Fred's wrist after gathering the courage to move our lips together. For a brief moment, it seemed like he was taken aback by my sudden show of initiative. But almost as quickly, his surprise melted away. He soon relaxed and matched my rhythm, reciprocating the intensity of the kiss.

It felt almost effortlessly perfect, the way our mouths pieced together. The kiss was unexpectedly tender. Could be because of Fred's vulnerable condition, but it was a stark contrast to the usual feverish intensity he was always known for.

I stole a glance at Fred, only to find him doing the same. I noticed the way his gaze darted over my shoulder, and the suppressed chuckle that escaped his lips while they were still against mine.

There was a hint of reluctance in the way he held onto me, not quite willing to break the kiss just yet. And I couldn't deny the same desire stirring within me- to hold onto this moment and prolong the newfound intimacy for just a little bit longer.

Suddenly, reality came crashing back in and I remembered the setting and our unexpected audience. Quickly pushing Fred away by his chest and standing up, I turned to face Callaghan whose scowl made it clear he was not pleased with the scene he had witnessed. Our gaze locked in a silent stand-off.

Then I stole a quick glance at Fred who was awkwardly attempting to stand before turning away, feeling utterly mortified.

With a heavy heart and flushed cheeks, I walked off, leaving behind the tense scene and the complicated emotions swirling through the air.

Not long after, Fred appears at my side. Struggling to walk, but still kept up with my pace.

"Callaghan, I want you in my office. Weasley! Get to Madam Pomfrey this instant or I shall drag you there myself!" Madam Hooch's voice echoed behind us.

Fred yells back a quick response before averting his attention back to me.

"You should've seen the look on their bloody faces when we kissed-" he cackled, only to pause when he noticed my less than lively expression.

"Hey, I was trying my bestest to be gentle with you and all, but you went ahead and pulled whatever that was. But I mean, I can't blame you if you're totally in love with me-"

"Nip it, Fred." I mumbled, slapping the same arm he had been rubbing out of pain since earlier, a loud smack reverberated around us from the impact.

"Yeowch! So cruel..." He cried in pretend pity, immediately admitting defeat and went to soothe the area.

Shouldn't forget how he and George were the ones who showed me how fighting worked back in our earlier days as students. That slapping technique was also taught by the older twin himself. Wonder how he feels about it being used against him.

But luckily, Fred's disposition was much lighter now than how it was earlier. I don't know if I should be relieved or worried, though.

"Weren't you complaining about your hurting just a few minutes ago? You seem quite jolly now." I commented as we turned into the dressing rooms, taking refuge in between the cubbies filled with other players belongings.

I could never get used to the smell.

Fred stood in front of me, his back hunched a bit as he balanced his weight on one foot. The blood on his cheek had dried, and so did the mud. His tresses looked like an earthquake went through them and left him with a tousled mess you call hair.

"Your kiss probably did all the healing work so I wouldn't have to go see Madam Pomfrey anymore. Don't want to be apart from me that badly, hmm?" He ribbed casually, causing my cheeks to heat up.

I turned my body away and crossed my arms before he could see the effect he so easily placed on me. He was so unconsciously charming it made me want to sock him in the face. It was irritating at the best of times.

"Don't be ridiculous." I said, returning my body back to face him. "Well I best get you to the Hospital Wing now, don't I? Wouldn't want our beloved Weasley to wither away." I mocked him, causing his already visible grin to grow wider. He always considered it a job well done for himself when I snapped back with my own witty remarks.

I walked a slight ways out of the cubbies and looked back to see if he was following behind me. Instead, he was just stood there looking at me. Hand on his hip and all, like he was expecting me to do something.

"What? You want to make out again?" I joked.

"You're a cheeky one, l/n." He said, his voice slightly strained with a faint smile playing on his lips. "Can't keep your hands off me now, can you? Given you a taste of what dreams are made of and now you can't get enough."

I let out a deep sigh and shook my head, ignoring the heat rising back to my cheeks before striding over and linked my arm with his. He reciprocated by tightening his grasp, drawing me even closer.

The physical closeness was familiar, but the sensation that grew within me, spreading from deep within my gut to the very tips of my fingers, felt strange and utterly unfamiliar. It was something I couldn't quite put my finger on just yet.

"They really might chop it, though." He whispered into my ear as we staggered off to Madam Pomfrey.

His arm didn't see the end of the techniques he'd taught me on the way there, that's for sure.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Fred got sent into detention.

Am I surprised? No.

Was it something related to Callaghan again? Yes.

Even after the scolding handed to him by Madam Hooch, Set didn't listen.

But then again, does he ever?

The week after the games, Fred was finally in high spirits again. All healed up and ready to take on the school with all the antics he had up his sleeves, even more so now that George was finally back from The Burrow.

The moment he was sent away by Madam Pomfrey, the first person he wanted to prank was none other than my creepy and vexing "admirer" himself.

He knew he had a job to entertain Hogwarts' fellow students, but one, and one thing only was on his mind.

Set Callaghan.

It all started when I was at the Astronomy Tower getting my stargazing in for my classes. That son of a banshee thought it was funny to corner me and yank a piece of my hair, pummel me with his pathetic insults, and end it with a nauseating pick-up line.

Little did I know, though, that Fred had been behind one of the pillars- peeking at us and waiting for the perfect moment to set off a few Filibuster Fireworks he and George had gotten their hands on just a few days prior to prank one of our professors. He thought this would be enough to send Callaghan away for good.

As the firework burst into a familiar and infamous twinkle, it flickered and died out far too quickly, leaving behind a fleeting glow.

Just as Fred began to wonder about the sudden malfunction, a shadow loomed over behind him. He remained crouched- unmoving while he held his breath. He looked up and slowly over his shoulder, seeing Professor Umbridge with her infuriating smile looking down at him with her wand she used to put the firework out.

"As I have made abundantly clear, Mr. Weasley, I am an exceptionally tolerant woman. I believe you are well aware of the consequences for misbehaving at this time of night." She says, her voice remaining unwaveringly calm and deceptively sweet, though there is an undercurrent of menace to her words that anybody would catch onto.

She leans closer, her gaze fixed on him.

"Detention. In my office."

Defiant yet complied anyway, Fred slowly got up on his feet and was ready to follow Umbridge into her office to serve his time.

That was, until one of the fireworks actually sets off, whistling and swirled speedily into Set Callaghan's rear with a loud crack, not really giving the Slytherin any time to react.

Word going around from Madam Pomfrey said his left buttock was never the same again.

Now me, George, Ginny, and Harry- who so graciously lent us his Invisibility Cloak- tagged along for our impromptu late night rescue mission.

"Right. So you wear this, get in there, and snag 'im." George repeats the plan again as I draped the cloak over my shoulders, leaving me with a head that looked as if it were floating.

"Why do I have to do this again?" I asked, shooting uneasy glances at the trio before me.

"Well, better you than George. I say they'd be in there longer if he tried to bust Fred out." Ginny commented, earning a nod of agreement from Harry before leaning in to whisper to me. "Also, with what happened out in the field a week ago, mum couldn't be happier for you and Fred. Said he finally got his act together and would love to have you over again for Christmas."

Uh, okay. Definitely not something I'd like to linger on right when I'm about to face danger head on in just a few seconds. Got his act together? What did Molly even mean? Someone must've told her about our kiss.

"She should be asleep now. Go." Harry said, to which I inclined my head one more time before fully engulfing myself in the heavy fabric.

"Save me poor Gred, miss!" George whispered in a low voice from behind me. "He's innocent!"

After giving him a nervous thumbs up, I slowly opened the heavy wooden door. With light steps, I walked inside only to be met with the view of Fred's back facing me as he was sat down quietly, writing something down on the table.

I remained cautious, glancing over to see the woman clad in pink fast asleep with her teacup dangling just by her index finger.

Slowly, now.

Slowly..

Sloooowly...

And before I knew it, I was finally beside Fred's desk where he was jotting multiple things down on a piece of parchment. A certain authoritarian looking phrase most likely instructed by Umbridge for him to write over and over. Poor thing.

Without wasting a second more, I skillfully threw the excess fabric over Fred without causing much noise. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his seat so we were now chest-to-chest and facing each other. His posture ducked down slightly to accommodate my height.

He was surprised, that much was for certain, but it didn't take him long enough to recognize that it was me under the cloak with with him.

"Oh, hello, you." Said Fred. That smirk of his evident in the way he sounded. "Have you come to finally rescue me, or are you that willing to get into trouble just for another kiss?"

If his teasing weren't enough- his breath fanning over my lips just made this all the more worse for me. It's actually humiliating how quickly I'd lose my composure over his wit nowadays.

"Stop messing about, Fred." I whispered, checking on Umbridge again. "We're here to break you out... Callaghan deserved what he got."

Fred lets out a quiet chuckle.

"I may have been a bad influence on you. But you're sure you don't want another smooch?" He asked, leaning in closer to my face to tease me.

"You have no idea about the things the girls around here would do for a chance with me, and here you are rejecting such a generous offer. How ungrateful." He declared, putting on his little act to rouse a reaction from me again.

I responded with a quick and lighthearted scoff.

"Are you seriously pouting over this, Weasley?"

"A bit."

"But Callaghan's not here. There's no reason for us to."

"Doesn't matter if he's here or not. Atleast he knows I kiss you better than he ever will. Not that he'd ever get a chance to anyways."

Suddenly... the air felt a bit heavier. Almost suffocating like it was weighing down on my shoulders. My heart rate began picking up, drumming against my ears.

I felt something envelop one of my hands, my fingers intertwining with another set of cool digits. Funnily enough, only Fred and I's hands turned cold when we were nervous. And everyone knows he's the kind of guy that rarely gets nervous or hesitates in whatever he does.

I stuttered. My tone wavering despite my best efforts.

"Well.. your plan didn't really work though, did it? Your kiss. He's still after me like a damn dog."

Fred snorted. "Callaghan probably thought I hit my head too hard after that fall and went mental, or it was some kind of freak accident where we both just magically ended up snogging in the middle of the pitch."

"You know, a few people definitely think we're going out now because of you. More or less sleeping together with how we looked out there." I admitted awkwardly, nervously playing with his fingers.

He returned the gesture back by caressing my own, moving along with my touches. The odd feeling in my stomach before wasn't so subtle anymore. It was eating away at the thoughts I'd been trying to brush off these past few weeks.

"Wouldn't mind that. Although your kiss was passable at best, I for one have never gotten a bad review." He said and I playfully slapped his arm in retaliation.

I knew, but never used to care about the other women he'd kissed before. Now, it felt... wrong. That his lips had touched others that weren't my own.

Did he kiss them with the same care? Did he look at them the way he did to me when we pulled away?

It was those thoughts that kept me up and ate away at my crumbling resolve.

The tension was building at a painfully unavoidable rate. A rate where I'm able to savour the suspense a bit better compared to the hasty stunt we pulled in the middle of the Quidditch field that one rainy afternoon.

Our bodies were so close I could hear Fred's own heartbeat beating even louder over mine. But surely it was just the adrenaline of having the woman equivalent of a demon snoring away just a couple meters away from us.

I bit my lip, hesitating a bit before tugging at his hand gently.

"Make it quick." I whispered.

"What?"

"Your kiss."

"You don't seem too happy, though. Will I be slapped again after this?"

"Depends on what you do."

Because of Fred's usually boisterous nature, I expected another hasty and clumsy attempt at locking lips.

But no. It actually took him quite a while to do anything. As if he were thinking of the best way to approach this. To approach me.

In my mind, Fred knew that I was his closest friend, second to George. A long-time buddy and family acquaintance, and maybe that's all I'll ever be to him. But even with his rowdy self did he know that overwhelming me was crossing a boundary he would never dare to do.

With one of our hands still occupied and entangled with one another's, he reached up with his free one- cupping my chin with his thumb and index finger. And instead of reeling me in to finally kiss me, he tilted my face slightly to the side, the gentle gesture surprising me quite a bit.

And then finally, his mouth met mine. Only, not exactly. He kissed me on the corner of my lips.

He moved to the other side, planting another tender kiss there. I felt my chest just about ready to explode.

His hands were cold, but his warm lips provided an endearing contrast to him. I never know what he's thinking most of the time, but it was the little things like these that help me understand him a bit more.

"Only the corners? Pathetic." I murmured, teasing him when he pulled away.

"Oh, expecting more, were you? I fear I've spoiled you too much. You've gotten greedy." He commented, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"I'll hex you, I swear."

"You didn't punch me, though. That's a win."

"Only because Umbridge could wake from your infernal yelling."

If only I'd gotten my hands on Hermione's Time Turner before doing all of this. I would've used it to go back in time and smack some sense into the both of us to stop dallying around.

In short, we were caught.

The Invisibility Cloak was stripped from both me and Fred, revealing us to everyone in an embarrassingly intimate position, and the door to Umbridge's office swung open, showing the other three affiliates to this less than grand operation posed like a bunch of deer caught in headlights.

"Merlin's lacy knickers, you got him!" George exclaimed, completely disregarding the situation and rejoiced at the "rescue" of his brother.

I could see Ginny and Harry mentally facepalming themselves, it was almost comical.

If it weren't for Professor McGonagall, the five of us would've been kept in detention until dawn.

Instead, she had managed to successfully persuade Professor Umbridge into giving us a lighter sentence; Writing "I must behave" back to back on parchment.

Well, for the other three atleast.

She had me and Fred do "I will keep my hands to myself" instead.

Absolutely horrific.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Never thought I'd see the day where I start second guessing my own emotions. Especially for one of my own friends.

I've been restless. Constantly lingering on these feelings that have sprung from soil which I thought was barren this whole time.

I tried coming up with excuses to tell myself that what I've been feeling was all just a misunderstanding my brain managed to mix something else up with.

It couldn't be because of the way I always see him protecting me. Defending me in ways no one man ever has. Albeit, he does it in a few vulgar ways, but my point still stands. But even then, I've been taking care of myself before he came along so it couldn't be that.

Maybe it was the way we always joked together?

Or was it the way he looked at me?

Kissed me..?

Like, we're friends. We've always been friends, and that's all we'll ever be. That's all I'll ever be to him atleast.

Jumping gargoyles, someone take my heart away from me. I'm in love with Fred Weasley and it's scaring me more than anything.

"God, just please do me a favor and one of you kill me now." I groaned, running my hands over my face before slamming my head down onto the table.

Me, Hermione, and Ginny had a bit of free time in between our respective classes and decided to head over to the Study Hall to do a bit of light reading together.

It's been a while since we did something together like this, so it did lift my spirits a bit. However, when the subject of me and Fred came up, I lost control of my own mouth and ended up confiding in the girls about my conflicting feelings for him.

"I thought you both were already a thing, though. I'm quite surprised you weren't." Hermione commented, removing her attention from her opened book to look at me and began fidgeting with the quill entangled loosely in her fingers.

"It was pretty obvious." Ginny said, following Hermione.

"What was?" I asked, my face contorted in mental agony as I raised my head slightly from the table's cold surface. A faint red mark was visible on my forehead, a result of hitting it against the cold wood.

"The feelings between the both of you." The Weasley girl replied.

I sat up, rubbing my hand over my head and feeling the messy hair that now resembled a bird's nest.

"He was merely protecting a friend. There's nothing more to it." I argued.

Hermione reached out and gently untangled the knots I had caused. Her gesture a sisterly and comforting one.

Ginny piped into the conversation with a hushed tone, the last words barely more than a whisper. "And I believe Fred would think otherwise.."

There was an implication in her words, as if she knew something I did not.

"He would never see us as anything more than good mates. He probably only did it out of pity. " I said. My cheeks heating up at a few memories that were resurfacing, causing the change in subject.

"You should've seen that stupid grin on his face. He just couldn't resist getting his jokes in every time he scared Callaghan away. He loved it so much."

Ginny and Hermione exchanged a knowing look. When they turned back to me, it was clear that the conversation had shifted to another topic.

"If denial were a person, it would definitely be you." Hermione says.

"And besides, friends don't just 'casually' snog each other." She added, closing her book before leaning her cheek against her hand. A smug smile on her beautifully shaped lips.

"Not once." Ginny piped in.

"Or twice." Hermione said, finishing their duo act.

Harry ended up telling Mione about me and Fred's awkward predicament back in Professor Umbridge's office.

I'll get him back for that later. Sorry, Ginny.

"What if I'm just misunderstanding the whole thing? Misunderstanding him? I mean, he's like that with nearly everybody. He's cheeky to anything that breathes." I sighed, leaning my arms against the table. My eyebrows furrowed, and my expression pensive.

"You know," Ginny said thoughtfully, placing her hand on my forearm. I shifted my gaze to meet hers. "Growing up with Fred and George taught me anything's possible as long as you've got nerve."

I pursed my lips, giving a couple of nods in understanding.

"As their sister however, that 'nerve' doesn't extend to them leading anyone on, especially one of my best friends. If that's the case, Fred and I are going to have a 'niiice' and a 'friendly' chat. Don't worry, y/n." Ginny ended her statement with a sincere smile, and I found myself agreeing with her sentiment.

For Harry's sake, I hoped he never found himself on the wrong side of Ginny's wrath. Guess the Weasley's just had a knack for these kinds of things.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but dungbrain's heading this way and he looks like he's on a mission." Hermione whispered, looking at someone from across our table. Me and Ginny turned our heads to the indicated direction and saw Set walking over to us with a newfound fervor in his strides.

"Oh, hell no." I muttered, hurriedly gathering all my stuff and shutting my book. I was determined not to stick around for Set's arrival.

"Welp- that's my cue. Thank you Hermione, Gin, for always helping a girl in need and I love you both. See you later, ladies!" I said, bidding my frantic farewell and practially leapt over my seat, barely tripping over my own robes in my rush to leave.

I powerwalked to the door, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I heard Set's footsteps gaining ground behind me. If he caught me, who knows what he would say or do this time.

"Don't try anything, Callaghan, or you'll be having slugs in your knickers tonight!" Ginny yells after the Slytherin, only to get ignored. But he definitely heard her.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. How do I get away? Where do I go?What would Fred and George do, for Godric's sake!

Keeping my pace hasty, I tried my hand at fooling him and made a quick feint to the left as if I was headed in that direction. Thinking it worked, I looked behind me. He didn't fall for it. He was still very much tailing me, the rat bastard.

"Y/n!" He yelled out to me, my face wincing at the way my name rolled off his tongue.

I tightly shut my eyes, cursing quietly into the wind. "Why me!?"

I knew it wasn't allowed, but it was the only thing I could think of seeing as I had no real plan at all.

As Callaghan chased me through the corridors, I quickly took out and flicked my wand, casting the Confundus Charm in his direction. The spell hit him square in the chest, causing him to stumble and lose his bearings. He staggered, momentarily disoriented, as the charm worked its magic on his mind.

Taking advantage of the brief window I'd created, I darted towards the nearby library, pushing open the heavy oak doors and slipping inside just as Set shook off the charm and realized I was gone.

Checking behind me a second time to see if he wasn't there anymore, I sighed in relief when I was right.

Thankfully, not a lot of people were in the library at this hour. Just a few students reading, grabbing books for whatever they needed them for, and a couple more that were doing schoolwork with their tutors.

I briskly walked down the middle aisle, passing by shelves of neatly arranged books and the carts filled with them. I didn't have a specific destination in mind, but I was determined to find a place where Set wouldn't find me.

As I scanned the area for a suitable hiding spot, I paused after passing by a familiar figure bent over a table, casually immersed in a book. The figure's presence provided a moment of distraction from my current predicament.

I took a few steps backward until I came to a halt in front of that certain aisle. The sight I saw, or rather whom I saw, caught my attention almost immediately. It was a student I was very familiar with.

"Fred?" I called out to him, my chest heaving from the rush earlier.

He looked up from the book he was reading, his slightly messy hair adding to his charm. A warm smile spreads across his features as he observed me, greeting me with a gentle cock of his head.

"Ah, my favorite (Hogwarts house)." He says, straightening up from his previous position. His tone carried the usual air of playfulness. "Care to keep a lonely, good-looking man company?"

He looked at me expectantly, waiting for my reply. The signs of exhaustion were evident in his eyes, suggesting that he had been absorbed in his reading for quite some time. I wondered how long he had been tucked away in this secluded spot, engrossed in whatever was written on those pages.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked, adjusting the belongings I was carrying in my arms.

"Nope." He replied and pulled out the seat beside him, pretending to dust it off for me.

I couldn't help but let out a chuckle as I made my way over to the table, carefully placing my belongings on top of it. Fred's focus shifted from the book in front of him to me, his eyes intently fixed on my every movement. There was a certain curiosity in his gaze as he observed me.

"So, what're you in here for? Is your new punishment being made to read for hours on end now?" I inquired, resting my arms on the table and locking eyes with him.

He reaches into his pant pocket and pulled out a recognizable pair of glasses. He slides them on with practiced ease and takes the book he was reading into one of his hands.

"Studying."

"You study?"

"Is your name y/n?"

"Aren't those Harry's glasses?"

"Well, yeah. But he doesn't need to know."

I couldn't help but smile, feeling a lift in my mood as I reached over and took the glasses from his face, carefully placing them in the pocket of my skirt.

"Can't have you straining your eyes any more than you already have." I said, gesturing towards the book in his other hand, before looking back up at his face. His gaze now unshielded, gave an amused grin.

"I'll return these to him for you." I said, patting my now occupied pocket.

"I can't see now."

"You've got perfectly good eyesight, Frederick. And besides, Harry's probably wondering where his glasses are right now."

"Always going to be the reasonable one, aren't you?"

We spent a good half hour chatting and talking just like we always do.

Spending time with Fred and George was often synonymous with chaos, but it also brought me a sense of clarity and comfort. It was a nice break from the complexities of life, and for a moment, I was able to forget about the feelings I had for Fred and just relax in his company. The simplicity of our interactions was a welcome change, and I found myself feeling more at ease than I had in quite some time.

Behind the scenes however, Callaghan entered the library. His eyes scanned the rows of shelves, searching for me before finally spotting me tucked away in a secluded aisle.

He began walking towards me, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Me and Fred were fully engrossed in our conversation to really notice anything going on around us, but in that split second where I looked away from Fred's eyes did I notice Set approaching.

Ignoring the presence of others, including Fred who was literally sat beside me, Set continued on with a devious look on his face.

Fred noticed my attention was just completely off of him at that point, and observed my sudden change in demeanor. He looks to where my eyes were planted and saw the Slytherin towering over him.

Fred stood up from his seat, easily overcoming the height and air of superiority Callaghan was trying to exude over him.

"A little lost, are you? Librarian's over there." Fred spoke nonchalantly, growing tired of Callaghan's persistent schemes at this point. His tone flat as his head gestured to the direction towards the librarian's desk and attempted to dismiss Set quickly. But Set was not so easily deterred and pressed on, even if it meant getting his hands dirty in the process.

"Oh, I know where the librarian is," he replied smoothly, his gaze never leaving me. "But I'm not here to borrow a book, Weasley. I'm here for something much more valuable."

I got up from my chair and stood behind Fred's tall stature. Not to hide, but to try and avoid him from lunging at Callaghan out of nowhere. My hand goes up to instinctively grab a hold of Fred's vest as his eyes narrowed at Set's cryptic words.

"I've been watching you for a while now," Set continued, his voice low as he directs his words at me. "And I told you I wouldn't give up now, did I?"

Fred audibly snorted at the Slytherin's words. "Look, just give it up, mate." Fred says, trying to keep the situation lighthearted despite the growing tension. "She's not interested."

Callaghan rolled his eyes at Fred's dismissal, his demeanor turning aggressive.

"Please. What does she see in you anyway? You're nothing special." He looked Fred up and down, his tone dripping with disdain. "You deserve so much better than this oaf. Why waste your time on him when you could have someone like me, someone who can give you everything you need and more."

"What can you possibly offer me, you daft git? All you've ever given me is grief!" I snapped from behind Fred. I stepped forward slightly, positioning myself so that I could look Set directly in the eye. The sight of his face brought back memories of all the grievances I held against him.

He scoffed at my words, his arrogance unshaken by my outburst. "Oh, here comes the fiery damsel in distress," he sneered. "Finally showing some backbone, are you?"

He was really pushing it now. Set's disgusting display of behavior nipped away at Fred's patience, which was growing thinner and thinner by the second. His insults weren't making anything better. Just kept added more fuel to the fire. That fire being Fred Weasley himself.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours if I were you, man." Fred warned, his voice losing that carefree tone he tried desperately to maintain this whole time.

He quickly pushed me behind him, creating a physical barrier between me and Set. The move was swift and protective, as if he could physically shield me from whatever Set intended.

My back hit the bookshelf, the spines of several books digging into my rear. Fred's body was rigid, poised to prevent Set from getting any closer to me. Set noticed the gesture and a smirk played on his lips.

"Trying to protect her, eh, Weasley?"

Concern and fear for Fred's safety began setting off alarms in my head. Set moved closer, getting all up in Fred's face. "You gonna hit me, Fred? Play one of your little pranks? I'd like to see you try. You don't scare me. Not one bit."

Fred's jaw clenched momentarily before his stature visibly relaxes.

"Aw, bless him." Fred said with a scarily laid back smile, turning his head to look at me briefly from behind him.

"Fred, don't-" I warned, and with a swift, well-aimed punch, Fred's fist connected firmly with Set's face, cutting me off. The sound of flesh against bone resounding through the library.

Set stumbled back, taken completely off guard by Fred's unexpected retaliation.

"You bloody bastard!" Set yelled, cradling his jaw where the impact left a red mark. "You just assaulted me!"

But Fred was unrepentant, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and amusement as he stood protectively in front of me.

"Ouch." Fred hissed, attempting to ease the stinging pain from his fist by shaking it away. "Sturdy bone structure, mate, but you had it coming."

After the initial swing, the mayhem in the library escalated quickly as Set and Fred engaged in a heated fight. Books and shelves toppled over as they exchanged blows, their voices rising in anger. Students gathered around to watch the scene go down as I was tucked away in the corner, yelling desperately for them to stop. I attempted to get in between them, only to be pushed back by Fred and told me to stay out of it.

The two men continued to trade insults, their voices growing louder while their tempers flared.

As the situation spiraled out of control, it didn't take long for the commotion to attract the attention of Madam Pince, the strict librarian who did not abide by such disturbances.

"You two!" She snapped, her voice cutting through the argument like a knife. "What in the world is going on here? The library is for reading, not brawling!"

Fred and Set begrudgingly turned their attention to Madam Pince, their angry gazes still simmering with hostility as they stayed with their hands still grabbing onto each other's uniforms.

By some miracle, she finally managed to break the two apart. With their clothes now in disorder, hairs sticking up in every direction, and blood, sweat, and bruises littering their faces, Madam Pince prepared to escort them out of the library to take them straight to Professor McGonagall.

Still scolding them for their behavior, Fred caught sight of me watching them leave. His expression softened for a moment, his anger dissipating as his gaze met mine. Before he walked out the door, he mouthed a quiet "You alright?"

I jogged closer to him, getting a good look at his face causing murmurs from the students around us to grow louder.

"Mr. Weasley!" Madam Pince's voice thundered from outside of the library door after noticing the ginger haired boy's absence.

Fred briefly looked towards the exit before returning his gaze back to mine. His complexion was bruised and upper lip bloodied. My hands itched to reach out and touch him, but I ended up hesitating because I was too scared. Scared that I'd hurt him or make things even worse.

"You didn't have to." I whispered, my eyes dancing around his face, completely distraught he'd gotten himself injured again and it was all my fault.

"You didn't have to go that far, Fred. Now look what's happened.." I repeated, my tone quivering at the last few words as my emotions began welling up inside of me.

"I wanted to," he replied, before seemingly stuttering to say the next words. "Because-"

"Because?" I echoed hastily, remembering the librarian's thinning patience.

"Because..." Fred sighed, taking a moment to look away from me, biting his partially swollen bottom lip in hesitance.

"What are we?" He asked, looking back at me again.

I didn't feel the air Fred would usually carry around with him at this moment. He was the most serious I'd ever seen him.

"Fred Weasley!" The librarian's voice rang out again, growing more agitated by the second.

The abruptness of Fred's question caught me off guard. My heart plummeted to the pits of my stomach as the words left his mouth. I knew I had a limited window to answer him before Madam Pince comes back to take him away.

My mind and heart were battling against each other on who's to confess first- but the guilt inside of me was far too overwhelming to be making any kind of decision right now.

I looked at him- his eyes lighting up when our gazes meet. My lips part, my heart pounding almost painfully.

"We're... friends."

A mixture of emotions flickered across Fred's face as he took in my words. Blinking a few times to process if he'd heard me right. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as if he had wanted to hear something different. But he quickly masked it with a smile, nodding in agreement.

"Friends," he repeated, the word sounding strangely bittersweet on his tongue.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Just friends, yeah?"

I couldn't reply any more after that. I kept silent, my bottom lip quivering as my knees were about to give way.

Madam Pince storms back in, taking Fred by his sleeve. "Come along now, Mr. Weasley. You and Mr. Callaghan have already caused enough trouble today."

Our gazes linger on eachother a little longer, both holding further questions of their own before he finally turns away, leaving me in a room full of onlookers whose whispers were quieter than the beating of my own heart.

George, Ginny, and Hermione rushed to my side shortly after they'd heard of a fight that broke out in the library and both me and Fred happened to be a part of it.

I don't know what's going to happen to me and him after this. I don't even know if my heart could take any more.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Getting my friend punished over an issue that wasn't his to shoulder was not on my bucket list for this school year.

Three and a half weeks passed since Fred and Callaghan's fight in the library.

Three and a half weeks since I last saw Fred around the school.

He got suspended and served his time back at The Burrow. Callaghan was sent away for a longer period for starting the whole dispute.

George, whose thankfully not angry with me and told me it was all completely normal for them as troublemaking twins to get into things like that, told me all about Fred's situation after he'd been sent home. It was mostly just the extra rounds of scoldings he got from Mrs. Weasley, and the curious inquiries of their father asking if Fred had won the fight or swung hard enough.

Hermione and Ginny have also been reassuring me ever since that day, telling me it was completely out of my hands and that Callaghan really did have it coming for him sooner or later. But was it really out of my control, though? Surely there was something I could've done differently so Fred didn't have become someone's punching bag.

The guilt ate away at me like a parasite, starting from the inside-out.

I've lost my appetite, my sleep schedule's a mess, and all that strain began showing physically too. My dark circles have become more visible each day, and my complexion looks grey and dull. I couldn't even focus on my classes and nearly burnt Roger Davies' eyebrows off during Potions.

Hermione decided enough was enough, and that my current condition wasn't ideal to be participating in any kind of school activities, so she dragged me to Professor McGonaggal's office to opt me out of lessons and extracurriculars until i'm fully "able" again.

Even though it's been three days since Fred's supposed return from his suspension, I haven't seen him around at all. Not in the corridors, or in the Great Hall, and not even in the classrooms where we usually had classes together.

And to be frank, life's been a little too quiet without him around.

His presence and contagious laughter that echoed throughout any room he was in, the jokes and pranks he and George would pull to pass the time, and the small, intimate moments him and I shared.

I missed it all. I missed him.

But remembering how our last conversation went, I doubt it would be the same ever again.

Seeing as I've been cooped up in my room the majority of my scholastic leave, I decided to finally venture out. The day had finally come to a close and the cool early evening breeze from the oncoming autumn was rolling into the castle grounds.

I got up from my bed and threw on a jumper that Mrs. Weasley had gifted me on my last Christmas with her family. It was very comfortable and I could tell she put a lot of love and thought into picking out the design and colors for what best suited me.

After brushing my hair and giving myself a final once over by the full length mirror, I was somehow satisfied with the way I looked, although my appearance has seen better days.

I didn't really know where I wanted to go, but I just had to get out of my room. It was beginning to feel like a mini Azkaban in there after so long.

The moment I left the dorms, the chilly air immediately hits my cheeks. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest, burying my hands underneath my arms to try and keep them warm.

I walked the nearly empty halls of Hogwarts. The torches mounted against the walls provided a warm and comforting contrast to the blue hues painting both the sky and castle.

My feet grew heavier the more I wandered. The hollow feeling coming back inside my chest as memories of me and Fred walking down these very halls together came flooding back.

The sight of us laughing side by side- practically stumbling over our steps as we trudged over to our next classes, remembering the way he looked at me when he pulled a joke as we walked to see if I had so much as smiled or not, and the way he'd tug at my pinky when he noticed we were running a little later than usual to our lessons when I'd be too distracted to notice the time..

All those reminders made me feel sick to my stomach. Not in disgust, but rather of a love I still had for him, and I didn't know what to do with it. It was a love I was certain had nowhere to go.

I sighed, closing my eyes and shook my head as if to restart my own thoughts. All that reminiscing completely distracting me from the directions I was heading myself in.

One minute I was aimlessly walking, and before I knew it, I was in front of the library's entrance.

I felt a bit apprehensive about returning to the place it all went down, but it was only a couple of hours before curfew, so why not.

Upon entering, the usual cozy vibe I'd get from visiting this place was gone.

I observed a few students and professors that were still present, just going about their business as I passed by the multiple shelves and aisles. I caught a few couples snogging, but that was nothing out of the ordinary when it came to sundown at Hogwarts.

My feet ended up taking me to the same aisle the fight happened in. My breathing deepens as I stepped in, my eyes looking around until they eventually landed on one of the tables. Specifically the one me and Fred sat in.

The signs of their intense altercation were evident on the surface of the once-polished wood. Several shallow scratches and fragments of chipped edges marred the table's finish. A streak of dried up blood patiently waits for me to notice it just a few centimeters to the right. They probably missed a spot when they cleaned the place up.

I bit my lip as I looked at the dark and dried liquid. It didn't matter anymore whether it was Fred's or Callaghan's. Things still shouldn't have ended the way it did.

I pulled a chair out and sat down, resting my arms on the table's cold surface while I ran my fingers over the blood with melancholy painted on my face.

"Merlin, Fred," I whispered, burying my face into my arms. "I'm so sorry.."

I stayed that way for god knows how long. I'm pretty sure I nearly fell asleep while listening to the sounds of the library around me.

"I somehow knew you'd be here." A voice suddenly cuts through the silence.

I froze, processing whether I misheard someone else, or I was just plain mad at this point from all the overthinking. I wanted to believe that I was imagining things, that I was hearing wrong. But deep down, a huge chunk of me knew it was him.

Slowly, cautiously, I lifted my head from my arms to look at the direction from where the voice came from.

And there he was actually standing before me, and not just as a figment of my imagination. His familiar figure was silhouetted by the soft moonlight streaming through the windows. His hands were shoved into his pockets as if he was trying to appear casual, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.

A moment of silence passes between us as we looked at each other. Fred opens his mouth to speak again.

"Wow. You look terrible." He comments, attempting to lighten the uneasy atmosphere with a joke. A small smile reached his lips, but it wasn't as genuine as the ones he'd give me before. It looked a bit.. robotic?

I broke our gaze briefly, stiffly scanning the area around us before returning it back to him.

"...Thanks."

The silence grew longer between us, and the tension in the air thickened. Fred's casual, easygoing demeanor had dropped, replaced by an almost awkward stiffness. He stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he tried to find the right words to say.

"Mind if I, uh..?" he finally managed to utter, his voice sounding a little strained as he gestured to the chair beside me.

I gave him a small shrug. "It's not my seat."

Fred nodded silently in acknowledgement before sliding in next to me, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor seemed to echo in the otherwise quiet library.

He sat down, his body close but not quite touching mine. He fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt, his fingers picking at the fabric as his eyes kept darting towards me, trying to gauge my expression but I kept my gaze fixed on the table.

The silence between us both was deafening. The air thick with unspoken words and tension.

The situation in itself was absolutely painful.

There he was, finally sitting beside me and within reach. The time we spent apart was absolute torture and I wanted nothing more but to embrace him and feel his warmth wrapped around me again. But I knew I couldn't just casually reach out and do that anymore.

"Y/n.." He muttered, pausing as if to wait for me to look at him. The silence that hung in the air told me to do something.

I took a moment to compose myself before turning my head to look at him. Our eyes locked, making my breath hitch slightly under my chest from how intensely he was holding our gaze. And being this close finally gave me a better look at him.

Despite his joke upon first seeing my face, he didn't look like he was doing too hot, either.

Circles that were equally, if not darker than mine, a few gashes that have healed over, his upper lip now had a small scar, and his knuckles were also littered with wounds that have long recovered.

"I know what you're gonna say." I interjected. "I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore. In fact- I actually deserve that." I began to ramble. I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself now.

"Wait-" Fred attempted to interrupt, but I was too adamant on getting my point through to him.

"I was absolutely selfish. I felt like I asked too much from you without even knowing it, and I know I could've done so many things differently so everything didn't have to turn out the way it did. I mean, you didn't have to do that for me anyways. I shouldn't have allowed you to in the first place. I just didn't understand why you went so far for a friend you pitied. I could've handled Callaghan by myself." I said, adjusting my seat so my body was now tilted and facing him. He looked at me with an expression so utterly unreadable.

"So after the fight, I didn't know what to do, or what to think. I was so scared and worried for you, and when you asked that question I just answered without really thinking. When I found out you got suspended, I was absolutely miserable."

My disposition was completely in shambles at this point. It was now or never. Words just came spilling out of my mouth like vomit as Fred continued to stay silent, allowing me to get everything out.

"While you were gone, I found my thoughts constantly coming back to you. I kept remembering everything we'd done together and I was so scared I'd lost you, Fred." I continued, anxiously fidgeting with my fingers. "Then I began missing you... your absence absolutely tore at me. I yearned for your company so much that even if we really wouldn't be friends anymore, just being able to see you around school would've been enough."

"Y/n..." He whispered, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What I'm trying to say is, during our time together when Callaghan was still around and seeing the way you protected me, the feeling I got when you touched me, and kissed me in a way that was so innocent yet held purpose.. it all made me grow odd feelings for you. Feelings I thought long and hard about, it even confused me." I said, just about ready to have the floor swallow me whole.

"I only said I saw us as friends because I was in shock, and confused. But now, I'm fully ready to accept whatever comes out of this. Promise."

By the time I finished talking, I was out of breath. Fred didn't respond immediately. His eyes studied my face, visibly softer now as he searched for any sign of me being uncertain. But all he saw was vulnerability.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse with suppressed emotion.

"Do you have any idea..." he trailed, leaning in closer to me. "How many nights I've stayed up after what you said, really wondering if being your 'friend' was all I'm really good for? The amount of times your name, and your laugh echoed inside my head when I tried to sleep?"

My heartbeat began to quicken. My lips felt uncomfortably dry as they parted to take in air. The anxiety of it all made it hard to breathe.

What was he trying to say?

"I didn't help you because I pitied you. I mean, we are friends, but my intentions ran a bit deeper than that." He said as he began to fidget at the sleeves of his uniform once again. "I felt I needed to prove myself to you. I saw the way you took care of yourself, and I knew you'd be fine without me, but I didn't want you to just see me as Fred Weasley, the mischievous ginger with a twin who played pranks and always got into trouble. I hoped you'd see me as someone who'd also protect you. Someone you'd feel safe with, y'know..?"

Fred takes a moment to pause, looking down at his calloused fingers toying at the threads of his clothes before letting out a scoff. "I was even more of a fool thinking you'd see me as a choice."

Hearing the words leave his lips felt unreal. Almost like I'd just imagined the whole thing and was now waiting for a wake up call.

The boy I had known for years with a reputation for being loud and carefree, and someone who never really seemed to take anything seriously was now sat before me. So raw and vulnerable, it was nearly petrifying.

"Now what i'm trying to say is I love you, y/n. All of you."

Call it relief or immense joy, but it was in this moment where it all turned into a blur.

My body acted completely on its own, reaching out to wrap my arms around his neck- crashing my body against Fred's on his seat sending both of us toppling over and falling backwards. The impact of us and the chair hitting the floor reverberated throughout the deafeningly silent library, which was now nearing its closing for the night.

Fred groaned, his hands planted loosely on my waist. The wind was knocked out of his lungs when he hit the hard floor.

"Merlin, woman, are you trying to murder me a second time? There are better places to hug me than on the library floor, you know."

"I'd only ever do this with you, you idiot.." I muttered into his shoulder, unable to clearly express the overwhelming emotions I was feeling.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, fearing that if I loosened my grip even just a little, he'd slip away from me again.

Fred noticing the way I was anxiously clinging onto him, he gave reassurance by slowly holding me just as tightly before getting both of us off of the floor and sat up.

I was nestled in between his legs, still clutching onto him while he sat back- supporting his weight with one arm behind him, and the other wrapped tightly around my mid section.

Fred eventually pulled away to look at me, but I was too embarrassed to do the same. I kept my face turned away to avoid his gaze.

"Let me look at you." He mumbled, voice soft as he brushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My skin flushes under his fingertips.

"I can't." I replied, the corners of my mouth twitching.

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to control myself and kiss you."

Fred chuckled, his hand moved upwards to gently pinch my cheeks together, creating a slightly distorted expression on my face.

However, instead of turning me to face him directly, he adjusted his position and bent his head to the side, adjusting to meet my gaze instead. The distance between our mouths was mere inches, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin.

"I always knew you couldn't resist me." He says, his voice low and slowly regaining that teasing undertone.

"Shut up." I attempted to mutter through lips resembling that of a fish's.

His small grin stayed fixed on his face as his gaze flickered back and forth between my eyes. It was as if he was trying to decipher something hidden deep within me, searching for a glimpse of my innermost thoughts and secrets.

Each time his gaze shifted from one eye to the other, I felt as if he was peering straight into my soul, unveiling layers only he, and he alone gets to see.

With my face still cupped in his hand, he pulled me closer, closing the distance between us. This kiss, so long overdue, was different from the ones before it. There was no pretense, no facade to maintain. It was just the two of us, caught in a moment of raw vulnerability and unspoken need.

Both of us let out a soft, satisfied sigh. He let go of my cheeks, his fingers traced along my jawline until his hand settled beneath my ear. His touch was gentle. A stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor, and it left me wanting more each time.

His lips moved against my own in a gentle but insistent rhythm. His kiss was tender, a certain feeling of longing hiding just underneath. His hand then moved from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the soft hairs there as he pulled me a little closer, his other arm wrapping around my waist with a firm grip.

I reciprocated the gesture, reaching up to weave my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place. In that moment, we were intertwined physically and emotionally, both of us reluctant to let go.

As we finally pulled away for air, Fred let out a small laugh. He was slightly breathless, his chest heaving lightly from the intensity of the kiss. The distance created in between us just enough for him to look at me as the corners of his lips curved into a playful smirk.

"You know," he said, giving my hair a playful tug. "If this is how you respond after almost murdering me, I might have to invest in some padding for my back."

I snorted, a smirk crossing my lips as I pulled his hair back in return. "You're a madman, Fred Weasley."

"And I'm the richest bloody man alive right now." He declares, and I responded with a soft smile, untangling my fingers from his hair to rest them lightly on his shoulders. He unwound his own fingers from the tousled hairs at the nape of my neck, allowing them to laze gently on my hips.

"Hey, you know what'd make this whole school thing even more bearable?" He paused, his words carrying the familiar lilt he was known for.

"Less schoolwork?" I replied.

"If you agreed to be my girlfriend."

"What?"

"You're starting to sound like me, hah!"

"Fred-"

"What do you say? Wanna be stuck with me for the rest of the year and all the years after that?"

"Honestly, I thought you'd never ask." I replied, laughing at his whole proposal.

Unable to control his own overflowing happiness, he kissed me again.

"So you're telling me I could've had special snogging priviledges with you if we'd just talked about this before?"

And then he kissed me again,

And again

And again.

"So what now?" I asked, breathing heavily from the limited breaks in between our lip-to-lip encounters.

"Now," Fred murmured, a roguish glint in his eyes. His lips slightly swollen from the kisses we shared. "I can think of a few things I'd like to do with my brand-new, quite willing prisoner."

His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling my body closer to him. His lips were millimeters from my ear as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"Starting with more of these special snogging sessions."

With those words, Fred pulled me back into another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent than the ones before. His arms wrapped around me again, holding me tightly against his body as he kissed me thoroughly, pouring all his longing and desire into it. It was as if we tried to fit all those years we missed out on having each other into one whole moment.

And by not really paying much attention to the time, both of us ended up getting scolded by Madam Pince once again for still being in the library late at night and not being in our dorms past curfew. But we didn't care. For once, the rules didn't matter to me anymore, and definitely not to Fred.

The future that lied ahead of us was uncertain, but we're sure as hell happy knowing we'd be facing it together from now on.

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weezyweasleys-fg · 3 months ago

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Weasley Sandwhich

summary: you were walking back to your dorm late at night after helping your professor with some work. tired, all you wanted was a bit of peace. but that's too bad. the twins just couldn't pass up the opportunity to drag you into their mischief after not having seen you for so long.

it was another of those nights where you were called to stay by your advanced potions professor to help with some school work for the next day's classes.

it was always a delight to help her. a lovely old lady she was. but it was just this particular day that had you absolutely beat.

if the task of jogging to get from classroom to classroom on a tight schedule wasn't enough, you've been putting up with the twins' teasing all day after not having seen them for quite some time.

how they pretended to gush like proper schoolgirls during your independent studies over the fact that they saw you by the quidditch stands observing them while they practiced because you rarely do anymore due to lack of time. their actions had your body temperature rising at levels you didn't even know it could reach, and all you did during their quidditch practice was give nothing more than a smile and a wave every time they flew close by to acknowledge you.

the breeze of the late summer night was cool as it caressed your arms. you were still wearing your uniform, minus the cloak as you didn't really feel like wearing it. you had rolled up the sleeves of your white button up, and your tie was slightly loosened underneath your vest.

nothing aside from the sound of your shoes clicking against the floor, the crackling of the hall lamps lit by the fires, and a few wee crickets echoed throughout the long hallway as you trudged your heavy feet back to your dormitory.

"nothing could possibly disturb this." you thought to yourself as you tossed your head back and closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath as the familiar and warm ambience of hogwarts embraces your tired body. your mind was silent, thinking of nothing more but the present (and your comfy bed you'd be diving into later).

the peace didn't last long, to your dismay. loud and chaotic footsteps simultaneously echoed throughout the corridor ahead of you, causing you to snap your head back up with worried eyes.

your steps hesitated to move forward, your mind calculating what to do. after all, the possibility of danger within the campus grounds aren't at a complete zero.

you stood frozen in place, your hand going to hover over your wand nestled in the band of your skirt behind your back should there be any real danger presented to you.

"run!" a male voice exclaimed. before you could register whose it was, two tall figures with locks of ginger you knew all too well sharply turn the corner and ran straight towards you. their faces were beaming with absolute joy from the adrenaline of running away from whoever was chasing them.

"fred? george? what's happen-" before you could finish, you were stopped in your pursuit for an explanation when the scary slytherin prefect came into view, emerging from the corner the twins appeared from seemingly fuming.

"come on, come on, come on!" george exclaimed with much enthusiasm as he hastily took your hand causing you to stumble on your feet as you tried to match the sudden change in pace.

"george, fred! what's going on?!" you yelled at them, trying to wind your breath. the grip george had on your hand tightened ever so slightly as you took another sharp turn down the corridor. and still, your confusion was left unanswered.

"damn you, weasley's! get yer bleedin' butts back to yer dorms!" the prefect's heavy accent boomed through the halls, causing you to swallow the lump in your throat, hard.

ever since becoming the middle gal of their duo, you've become quite accustomed to readying yourself for punishment that was never yours to begin with, or to become mixed up in whatever mischief they had already been playing at. a prime example was that of right now. your peaceful late evening walk turned into a cat and mouse chase between university students and prefect.

after running for what felt like forever, george's voice rang in the air.

"closet!"

and in the usual weasley manner, fred charges at the broom closet's doorknob without hesitation and swings it open, checking to see if the prefect was close by- which they weren't- before taking your arm and pulling you into the closet with him first.

"get comfy, gov'na." he says, positioning you right in front of him followed by george making a tight squeeze right behind you before closing the door, leaving you three in complete darkness with the exception of the small crack beneath the door. your mixed shuddering breaths and palpitating heartbeats were the only thing you lot could hear.

you were all panting, trying to catch your breaths as silently as you could to avoid getting caught. the prefect's footsteps echoed outside of the closet door, making this all the more of a tense situation. your heart felt like it could burst from your chest at any moment.

given the tight space, your body moved along with the rise and fall of george and fred's chest, causing you to be cradled back and forth.

your chest was pressed up real snug against fred while george was a little too close for comfort behind you. you closed your eyes tightly and cursed your luck for putting you in this situation when all you wanted was to finally rest from the hectic events of today.

"when are they going away?!" you whisper-yelled in frustration. fred and george shared a look between them and let out a small chuckle. they knew you were frustrated, but this situation was also quite enjoyable for them.

your hands gripped your skirt tightly to try and divert your thoughts from the fact that you could practically feel every curve and peak of their muscles against you. you certainly didn't want to have your body react in a way that would haunt you for the rest of your years at hogwarts university. even more of an excuse to keep calm is knowing that if you did react to their pleasing, it would be enough material for the twins to chaff to you about every chance provided to them.

george's hands instinctively rested on the wall behind him, feeling the press of your back against his chest. he had always found your presence comforting. fred smirked, enjoying the closeness of the situation himself. he whispered teasingly, "I think the real question is: are you enjoying this little predicament we're in?"

i scoffed, looking up at him from the darkness and nudged him gently with my shoulder. "be serious, fred. i should've been in bed by now if you two hadn't dragged me into this mess. how long are we to be in here anyway?" you whispered, trying to peak at the light shining beneath the door's crack.

fred sighed, his chest pushed against yours every time he inhaled. he tried to make room and wiggled around, feeling your chest brush against his from time to time. george was towering behind you, his broad shoulders pressed against the back of the locker. his warm breath fanned against your neck, making you shiver.

"I could ask the same question.."

george's deep voice echoed in your ear, sending a slight thrill down your spine. he was way too close.

"pardon us for interrupting your precious bedtime, madame, but we couldn't just have you standing there while the prefect whose practically a bloody boggard that's escaped from the dark arts classroom was hunting us down." fred mused with a slight sarcasm, his voice sending vibrations all thoughout your torso while his breath fanned the side of your face.

your heart rate began to pick up at a steady pace, and you were hoping to merlin that they wouldn't be able to notice. if only you had something... anything, to distract you from the feeling of their groins pressed up firmly against your abdomen and ass, this wouldn't have been a problem. you tried thinking of that project you had for herbology- but that didn't work. or that scarf hermione lent you and that you needed to return to her this week, but that didn't work either.

"i wasn't the one in trouble though." you replied, attempting to atleast mask your tone while trying to wiggle some room in between the two men.

"not anymore, you're not." george replied, the tone of his voice giving away that cheeky smile of his knowing that they both had successfully dragged you into their mischief once again.

you didn't even know how you got into their good graces. one moment you were practicing spells alone by the courtyard, and then the next you've been taken by two tall ginger men who stuck to you like magnets.

but the funny thing about being in the company of the twins was that they could either have you fall into two categories. those being: you either try to avoid them because they annoy you, or you end up developing conflicting feelings for the both of them as time passes you by but choose not to show or do anything about it for the sake of not ruining anything for you felt it would never be reciprocated in any way. after all, you never really know if they were joking about the way they felt about you. they had always played it off as banter, so who were you to believe that anything more could come out of it. oddly specific, but this is how it's been for the majority of the months you've been together. you even thought adding more curriculums to your schedule could ease they way you had been feeling.

wrong.

"don't you think it's a bit... cramped?" you asked in a low voice, struggling to enunciate your words properly as you continued to try and wiggle yourself some room (to no avail).

"not really, no." george replied, feeling him shrug his shoulders from behind.

"could be a bit tighter i s'ppose." fred followed with his joke. his tone carrying the epitome of sarcasm, earning an eye roll from you.

nearly 10 minutes had passed and you still were trapped inside. you could still hear the prefect's voice and footsteps pacing outside the broom closet, so any chance of escaping this mess alive was slim to none for now. it was also in those 10 minutes where you learned that the men had gotten their wands confiscated for improper usage of pyrotechnics during spells class.

"this is so bad.." you whispered while your eyes darted around the dark space.

"could be worse, y'know." fred mentioned.

"could've been professor snape doin' the rat chase with us. man's practically got eyes on the back of his head." george added causing you to laugh lightly at his remark about the school's dark arts teacher.

another 5 minutes had passed before you awkwardly cleared your throat and began twisting your hips to try and ease the strain that standing for too long has given you. and in the silence of the closet, the faintest sound of george's groan cut through the silence like a hot knife through soft butter. you had assumed you had hit him accidentally and muttered a quick "sorry." before carrying on your unfortunate attempt at stretching.

"excuse me, fred." you said, placing your hands on his chest only for the sole reason that they had become numb from staying down for too long.

your limbs now felt slightly better despite your limited attempts.

the twin in front of you curses under his breath, barely audible but somehow you managed to catch it. fred's body had tensed up significantly, his heartbeat now shamefully banging against his chest. it was as if his heart was knocking on the door, begging you to open and welcome it in.

standing in the darkness really had allowed you to access your thoughts. the lack of vision providing an opening for your other senses to become heightened. and it was within that silence where you had really noticed the aroma that they both gave off.

ash

old paper

a bit of cinnamon.

your frame went still and the twins took notice of that too. and for a moment, your mind was in a daze as it took in the notes; their scent embedding itself into your mind.

they weren't really the type to wear perfume, but the fragrance that emanated off them was scandalously addicting.

your mind drifted off to yourself imagining your head buried deep into fred's chest, staying there drawing in as much of him as you can, and then grabbing george to do the same.

you eventually caught yourself knee deep in your own guilty notion. you already were in a lewd enough situation.

you shook your head to snap yourself out of your thoughts and began to struggle in between them again, eliciting stifled moans from the both of them.

"merlin's beard, y/n." george murmured, seemingly out of breath.

"quit moving so much, will you?" fred followed shortly after, moving his hands in front of him where his groin met your stomach while george struggled a bit but managed to avert his hips just enough so his crotch doesn't touch your ass anymore.

you raised an eyebrow, confused. but you had the slightest idea on as to why they had reacted the way they did. you weren't exactly the most daft when it came to human anatomy.

you didn't intend to cause them discomfort, but it was either that or your limbs fall off from having been stuck in the same spot for god knows how long.

"are you both alright? have i hurt any of you?" you asked and tilted your head back a bit so it hits george's chest. he responded with a deep sigh through his nose. his arms twitched, seemingly restless.

the atmosphere seemed to have shifted in a painfully provocative direction. it began to feel heavy.. humid, with a tension unfamiliar yet spoken for when it came to the three of you.

two heavy hands rested on your shoulders from behind you. your body froze, your hands gently going over to slide your finger tips over george's rough hands gently.

"we'd told you to stop moving." george whispered from behind you. his warm breath ghosting over the clammy skin on your neck causing chills to run up your spine, hardening your nipples beneath your bra. "look at what you've done, silly girl. you've caused a disturbance." fred remarked, placing his hands firmly by your hips and held you in place.

"what are you talking about?" you asked a bit nervous and tried to feign innocence. but you recognize yourself all too well to know that this is what you've been hoping for secretly. your dirty and untold fantasy about the weasley twins, your closest friends.

"you're a clever bird. you should know better than to not move so much.. 'specially when you're the filling in a weasley sandwhich." fred replied, his tone half-joking.

"this is why you shouldn't be shifting about."

his words were like the calm before a storm. the moment reminiscent of the deafening silence, the suspense after dropping and shattering a vase that held much importance to its owner and you were waiting to be caught.

not even a second was spared before you felt your legs being parted slowly by fred's knee. you were pushed back by your shoulders gently until your rear was now flat against george's torso. fred's force was so gentle, as if he were afraid you'd crack under the slightest pressure from his own hands.

when you were struggling to move and did all that stretching just a couple of minutes back, it didn't matter to them what you did. but the moment they put their hands on you, it always held attentiveness.

they knew you a fiery woman, and they certainly knew of your powerful resolve. yet every single time that so much as a finger of theirs touches a fabric of your clothing, they knew where their bounds were. they handled you like your entire being was made of starlight personified.

george removes his hands from your shoulders and now has them lazily propped on your waist, just above fred's whose hands were still on your hips.

"feel that?" fred leans in to mumble in your ear. a lump catches in your throat when you realized george's stiffness was pressed up against your back.

fred removed his hands from your upper thighs and moves his own hips closer. his erection now unquestionably nudged at your stomach.

noticing this, it felt like the wind had been knocked right out of you.

"we don't have to do anything about it." george noted, breaking the silence. "we just wanted you to know. we're human too, teddy."

"i know." you whispered, your fingers finding their way to fred's sleeve and tugged on it gently.

you went silent for a bit. contemplating on whether you wanted carry out what your heart has been wanting to do for the longest time. but the consequences lurking in the back of your mind was yelling at you not to.

but then again.

would an opportunity like this ever present itself again?

"i want to."

hearing yourself, you couldn't believe those words had actually slipped out of your own mouth. it was as if your desires had taken over and spoke to them for you in this very moment.

you knew where this could lead and the consequences it could bring, but for some reason the gnawing anxiety seemed to have disappeared and all that's left is you. just you.

"we're not trying to make you feel bad, love. s'just how men's bodies work, but you know that of course." fred reassured you, subtly praising your knowledge in the process before placing his hand over yours on his sleeve.

you shook your head, taking his hand and threaded your fingers together. "i'm being genuine, fred."

the twins went silent after your second reply consenting to them again, processing if they had heard you correctly. surely had there been light, fred and george would have been shooting each other looks on what to do.

"we'll ask you this again. are you sure?" george chimes in. his tone not carrying the usual wit to it anymore. he was serious, and listening to you attentively.

the twins may joke and poke fun about nearly every thing and matter that exists in this world, but your consent is definitely something that is of no laughing matter to them.

you nodded, intent on your decision. "yes."

"okay.. but remember, you call the shots. we stop when you want to. just give us the word." fred emphasizes, giving you the space to incline your head for the final time before a pair of warm hands snake around your waist from behind, generously feeling your flesh from above your clothes.

a soft sigh leaves your mouth, your eyes fluttered closed until fred takes the initiative to reach up and cup your face, leaning in to place a kiss by your jaw.

his eyebrows furrowed at how delicately soft your skin felt beneath his lips and george certainly wasn't planning on missing out on a taste of you.

he reaches up from your backside and moves your hair to your opposite shoulder before burying his face in the crook of your neck, sliding his nose across your clammy complexion before taking in a deep breath making sure your scent fills in every nerve and crevice in his mind.

not even the twins know how it's happened, but they've been stuck in a rut for the past few months because of you, but you'd never known. if you used your schoolwork to preoccupy yourself to try and hide those unspoken feelings you've been having, the twins have been finding more ways to cause mischief to mask the fact that they had been missing you selfishly.

fred continues his effort. trailing kisses along your neck while his other hand reached down to loosely trace shapes on your thigh using his fingernail causing your pussy to twitch shamelessy.

as much as they were in a hurry to finally touch you in ways they only had thought about as they lay awake at night trying to sleep, they wanted to prioritize your comfort.

they moved gently. cautious, as if they were giving you all the time to decide. that all the seconds that lingered in between their kisses and touches were openings for you to pull away and tell them to stop, but you never did.

small pleased breaths escaped your lips the moment they part, letting the twins know that this was their 'carry on' sign. their way of knowing that this was what gave you pleasure.

george's hands moved down to the hem of your vest, pushing the fabric up slightly to take hold of your button-up shirt that had been tucked in and began to pull it up gently to make enough space for both his hands to slide in.

he had found your wand in the process. the existence of which you had forgotten.

desperate times call for desperate measures. so instead of conveniently casting a spell to have you back in their dorms and proceeding there, george, who was admittedly getting eager by the second, instead put a soundproofing spell to cover the entirety of the closet.

"now no one will be able to know about those precious sounds coming out of your sweet mouth." fred murmured into your ear, letting out a gentle laugh that held undertones of perversery. "only ours to hear."

"and only ours to know how you feel like." george uttured, finishing his brother's sentence.

you whimpered in delight before your knees slightly gave way when george's warm and calloused hands began skimming over your damp, supple flesh. his palms moved over to your bra cups thoughtfully, testing the waters to see how close you'd have him get before telling him off.

to his relief your rejection never came.

taking note of your permission once again, he wasted no time. he pushed your cups over and away from your breasts, which now were resting just below your collarbone. he palmed your tits, getting a delicious handful of both.

you tossed your head back against george's chest, releasing a faint moan in unison as you began to pant quietly. he leans down and whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse with arousal. "you're absolutely perfect, sweetheart. a bloody stunner, you are."

george's clothed cock was now pressed up firmly against your back, meanwhile fred's hand was inching closer and closer to your dripping heat, and devastatingly wet knickers.

even with your (repeatedly) given consent, fred still approached your body like it was sacred wine to him. his fingers left a burning trail along your thighs the higher he inched his fingers up.

both your bodies were pressed tightly against each other as your uniforms now clung to your skins like glue. he rested his cheek on your head and bit his bottom lip lightly in concentration. a habit of his as of late.

the closer fred got to the shameful mess they themselves had caused, he noticed the dizzying warmth radiating off of your delicates.

your breathing deepens as you prepared for whatever he was to do. you were desperate for him to quit giving you crumbs and to finally shove those thick and calloused fingers deep in your dripping hole. just imagining it had your hips grinding unconsciously to meet his touch. to meet halfway. hell, to meet all the way. he was slowly driving you nuts and he was fully aware of that which tightened his pants even more.

his fingers brush against your inner thigh, the same moment george began to roll your nipples in between his thumb and index fingers.

"ah-!" you yelped, your tone shuddering as you fell back against george for support- putting your full weight on him this time. something that should've caused him discomfort, hardened his prick so much that it was practically begging to be released from his trousers.

it was that slight pressure you weighed on his chest that made it slightly hard for him to breathe that he found so arousing.

he lets out a shaky sigh before leaning down to leave a wet kiss on the area below your ear. "i got you, darling. let us take care of you, aye?"

you nodded in response to george's offer, biting your lower lip before returning your attention to his brother in front of you.

"fred, please." you begged the older twin. your voice embarrassingly pathetic from how hopelessly desperate you now were.

"look at her, georgie. a little impatient are we?" fred teased. the darkness failing to hide that wolfish smirk playing on his lips.

his fingertips hovered over your clothed slit carefully. his movements slow and controlled to admire how your body squirmed in displeasure at the lack of contact your clit and vagina were so eagerly waiting for.

you were the girl that had this aloof air around her as she walked the halls to her next class. that one student that always had her shit together and rarely lost composure. the role model that the younger students always looked up to.

not right now.

now, you're just here. you're undone. a needy, aroused, mess for the twins. a bundle of untouched nerves writhing under their touch, letting out scandalous sounds that no one but them, and them alone will ever get to hear. (and they'll make sure of that too.)

before you could open your mouth to scold fred of his teasing, he nestles his middle finger in between your clothed folds, meticulously moving it up and down giving your clit a small portion of the pleasure you've been waiting impatienly for.

"mmm.." you whimpered, pressing your lips in a thin line. your hands gripping his forearms tightly for support. "i don't think i can do this... you both are the sole reason for my insanity." you stated breathlessly.

"tut tut, lovely, your cunt says otherwise." fred replied, completely confident at his result of your undoing.

he pulls your panties to the side, taking in a sharp breath when your heat hits his fingers. "great merlin, you're soaked, y/n." he observed, sliding his index finger up your slit. the tip of his digit making the slightest contact with your clit causing your body to jump slightly.

george was awfully masterful at his work of playing with your tits. if it were him and you alone, his handiwork could've been enough to make you cum.

where he learned it from? you'll pester him about that later.

"a bit sensitive ain't she, freddie?" george remarked his observation to his older brother.

he decided to test you in his own way and proceeded to pinch one of your nipples, resulting in you arching your back- digging your ass further into his lap which earned you another moan from george.

"george, please. fred, i can't take it anymore." you pleaded, a cry choked from your throat.

"well you've been so good for us, love. getting mixed up into trouble with us and the slytherin's prefect and you still haven't given us a quabble about it." fred praises. his fingers now caressing the folds that hid away your aching hole. the tips of his middle and index finger teasingly going in an inch or two before sliding back out to caress your clit.

"feels so good." you whimpered as your bottom lip trembled. your hips continued to writhe and squirm in between their bodies.

"it's gonna feel even better." they both replied in unison. and before you even had the time to respond, he slowly and carefully inserts his finger; feeling you out and allowing you to adjust.

"fuck..!" you exclaimed, removing your head from george's chest to rest it on the blade of fred's shoulder. it would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, and fred was very much aware of that.

"so tight. you're gonna break me finger off." he attempted to joke, but his tone was that of a man who was struggling to maintain his composure.

your pained whimpers filled the closet and embedded itself into the twins' head. george felt he needed to do something to help ease the pain.

"you're all right, sweetheart. you're doing amazing." fred whispered into your ear, giving your temple a kiss as george snaked his one arm around your waist and glided it down until he found your pulsating clit. his other hand reached the other way to carefully hoist your leg up to allow more room for their hands.

"george-" you were instantly cut off by the next wave of pleasure as george began to rub your sweet spot at a deliciously torturous pace, successfully distracting you from the pain you felt earlier. your moans were getting louder, more frequent, and easily speaking- very hard to contain.

"there we go. nice and ready for me." fred mumbled to himself before he began to stir his finger in and out at a tempo slower than that of george who was adjusting his own momentum to delay your climax. they both wanted to stretch out this moment for as long as possible.

"fred... george," your lip sighed their names over and over like a prayer. it was music to their ears. a melody much more valuable than any of their own possessions.

they knew to take their time with you, and you knew to savour the excitement that was slowly beginning to build in the pits of your stomach.

"faster." you suddenly voiced out, causing the twins to stutter a bit in their work. "faster, please."

you held onto their wrists, signalling that you were eager to finish. even without saying a word they understood you completely.

"you really are needy. we thought it was only a hunch." george chuckles softly before he began to rub a bit more feverishly, eliciting another loud and open mouthed moan of approval from your lips.

"that's a good girl. be a bit more selfish." fred follows, inserting another finger when he felt you were stretched out enough.

he pumps his fingers in and out, curling it just enough to hit that one particular spot that had you crying out their names. the sounds of skin and chorused moans filled the tiny space. your hands tightened around the fabric of fred's sleeves, burying your face into his chest as you struggle to keep yourself standing.

"haa...!" you cried into fred's chest. the rhapsody of your clit and pussy being given such undivided attention was absolutely electrifying.

"do you have any idea," fred began. his voice straining as he puts extra work in his fingers who were now mercillessly pounding into your squelching cunt.

"how much we missed you?" george finished the question. his own digits performing different patterns on your sensitive clit, eliciting audacious moans to slip past your lips.

"not being able to see you as much... you being so busy with your studies while looking the way you do.. what were you playing at?" fred says to you with gritted teeth and a shaky disposition. a bit of frustration was evident in his voice and you could definitely feel it in his actions as he bombarded your dripping wet cunt with more.

"not being able to do so much as look at you anymore..."

"to greet you."

"to walk with you."

it was then you really realized your doubts in the past weren't really worth worshipping in the first place. in those simple phrases of confession alone, you had realized that they really had missed you- and you were a fool to have thought otherwise. if it's one thing about the twins, it's that their loyalty is resolute. there is no swaying them.

what you thought was doing good for the three of you was actually the sole reason for the torture you all had to be put through.

with that you felt guilt. and with that guilt, you felt that that was the last push to your orgasm.

"i'm sorry!" you cried out, tossing your head back as the tension that was building up over time began to near the edge. "i was only doing it because i liked the both of you!"

"oh fuck me.." fred whispered, feeling his prick twitch. that sudden confession had george groaning in a way that made him sound like a madman. his fingers now circling your clit aggressively but not enough to hurt you.

"i didn't want to ruin anything!" you admitted. your voice struggling to speak without your chords wobbling.

"small world ain't it, princess?" george says, breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he leaned in real close. "we wanted you all the same."

hearing that sent you doubling over the edge. it was hard to hold it in any longer. like a balloon that was slowly filling up with air, waiting to pop as it gets too big.

that addictingly suspenseful feeling of your building climax quickly making its rounds all over your body before it all eventually came crashing down like thunder itself.

a loud cry escapes your lips as your pussy clenches around fred's fingers tightly. both the twins' pace slowing down to help you ride out your orgasm. a chorus of moans erupt in the closet, almost as if the twins had felt your orgasm with you. they couldn't get enough of it. of you. with how tight your cunt was squeezing fred's digits and the way your pussy throbbed and contracted beneath george's fingers, you would have been set for another couple of rounds with them had you not been in a closet.

your knees gave way. your body practically going limp, but you were nestled snugly enough in between them to not lose your balance.

you felt everything, and not just physically. the relief and absolute bliss that came with knowing that all this time, they had felt the same for you all along. they had yearned for your company and your time, and it wasn't afforded to them which makes their surprising display of intimacy completely justifiable. you never knew they were capable of performing such things, and quite good at them too.

after you had calmed down from your high, fred carefully pulled his fingers out, completely covered in your slick. you were surprised when an audible 'smack' was heard from both their lips not long after.

"bloody hell.. you taste amazing."

"agreed." george replied to his brother's comment, his eyes staring daggers at the top of your head.

your face turns hot from their confession. your body acting in its own, trying to avert your attention away and have yourself do something else. so with that, despite your wobbly and trembling legs, you tried with the best of whatever strength they had left you with to fix your uniform and hair. not much saving though, seeing as it's completely soaked from all the sweat.

after you were finished, you gently tugged at both of their sleeves.

"you know... you both could be a little greedier with me too." you said, feeling your nerves coming in again. "i haven't felt that good in a long time. it would only be fair if i returned the favor."

the twins shared a knowing laugh, both leaning in close to each of your ears.

"who said we were done?" they announced together. george taking your wand from the band of your skirt before using its tip to tap your ass.

"we're taking you and our greed into our dormitory."

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