Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter twenty eight

I squirt the proper amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of my brush and begin scrubbing my teeth.

As I finish, I am disrupted by the loud creaking of the door opening to reveal the tall ginger-haired boy.

"You getting an early start to the morning too?" Fred asks in his deep morning voice that I love.

"Mhm." I hum back, before spitting the foam from my mouth into the sink and rinsing it down the drain. I take a swig of mouthwash, and swish it around, feeling it burn my tongue and cheeks before glancing over to him.

He is leaned over the sink, his messy hair draped freely over his eyes, his bare back muscles flexing as he lowers his head to spit into the flowing bowl of water. His abs are more toned than I remember and his sweatpants ride low on his hips.

I notice his eyes on me in the mirror causing me to slightly choke on my mouthwash. I try to ignore the growing heat in my neck and face.

"You don't need to be embarrassed darling, you can look." He reassures with a smirk.

I uncontrollably half-grin, meeting his loving eyes. I pick up my hairbrush and begin combing it throughout my hair.

"You should brush your hair too." I say.

"Don't lie to yourself, you like it when it's messy." He responds, sending me a wink.

"Maybe a little." I tilt my head.

On the way out I quickly stand on my tippy toes to peck him on the cheek but am stopped halfway to Ginny's room by his hand on my wrist, pulling me back towards him. I stop once I hit his body, my hand ending up on his shirtless chest.

"Thought you could leave so easily did you?" He whispers seductively. I sink into his russet eyes before responding.

"No." I reply in the same tone, his eyes flickering between my contact and lips, keeping his smirk. I slowly sweep his hair from in front of his face before his lips come down on mine.

His soft lips flood mine with warmth as his large hand grasps my hip, sending a shiver down my spine. My hand slides to the nape of his neck, playing with the bottom section of his hair in between my fingertips.

His hands begin to slowly roam my body before a voice interrupts us.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but y/n has to finish packing. Oh, and I would be quieter. Percy's walls are thin so, he just heard all of that. A bit awkward for you then isn't it Percy?" Ginny taunts.

An annoyed scoff could be heard from his room that I forgot we are standing outside of.

"Alright, I'll be right there Ginny." I call after she walks into her room. I glance back to Fred who drops his hands from my hips wearing a pouty face. I grin and shake my head as I turn for the door. "See you later loser." I add, not turning around. I hear his snicker as I close the door and notice Ginny standing in front of her bed wearing a concentrated expression.

"What's up with her?" I ask Hermione, who sits on her bed next to her perfectly packed trunk.

"She's been pondering for the past ten minutes about what to wear." She rolls her eyes. "She wants to impress Harry." She adds in a whisper.

"Do not!" She retorts sharply. Hermione and I send her a knowing look. "Okay fine maybe a bit, y/n can you just help me find something to wear? You have the best fashion." She asks desperately, glancing over to Hermione. "No offense 'Mione."