Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter thirty one

I saunter down the corridor, admiring the paintings hung on the walls and the designs of the colorful stained glass windows. While lost in my thoughts, an arm suddenly drapes over my shoulders. I gasp, but then meet the grey eyes of Draco who looks down at me with an eager expression. "Hello love." He greets.

"Hello, Draco." I reply just as cheerfully. "Why are you so happy? Do you need something?"

"Nope, just a good day, but-" He begins, causing me to roll my eyes playfully. "Blaise and I wanted to ask if you would like to do something fun tonight."

"Like what to be exact?" I ask, curiosity flooding my thoughts.

"Well, I can't tell you that but just be ready at three."

"Three? Why so fuckin early?" I question.

"Because no one will be at the quidditch pitch at three." He half grins with a raised brow, causing a confused and slightly intrigued expression to appear across my face.

"What are we going to do at the quidditch pitch?" I ask. He doesn't answer, just grins, showing his satisfaction with my curiosity.

"I'll pick you up at three baby." He adds with a wink before turning into the corridor we are passing at the perfect time. I scoff at the name I've repeatedly threatened to hex him if he called me it, but I'd rather not end up in Umbridge's torture chamber again.

I start to make my way to the Gryffindor common room, to meet Fred, George, and everyone else there like usual after classes.

I feel a large hand grip my arm and yank me abruptly to my right, causing my short stack of books to wobble in sync with the motion. I am pulled into a dark closet, my body being pressed against another's. "What the fu-" I start as the person in front of me mutters a spell, causing the light to shine throughout the space.

"Fred? What the hell? You couldn't have just tapped my shoulder to talk to me instead of literally pulling me into a closet?" I question annoyedly, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips.

He pulls me in suddenly, meeting my lips with eagerness flowing through him. He grabs my thigh, pulling my leg around his. His hand creeps up my thigh slowly making it to the seam of my skirt. "Fred not now-" I gasp as his hand makes it's way higher, his other, grasping the back of my neck, pulling me in roughly. The cold rings on his fingers create impressions on my skin as he pressed harder.

He slips his fingers under the elastic of my underwear as he presses me against the storage closet wall. "I said not now!" I shove him away, irritation filling up inside of me. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Why do you have to be so damn boring?" He spits. My expression falls into a mix of shock and anger.

"Boring? You're really going to call me boring because I don't to get fucked in a closet!" I retort.

"You never want to take any risks. I'd say that's pretty damn fuckin boring."

"You're such a dick!" I scoff, shoving open the door, and hurrying out of the closet. I make my way down a different corridor, taking the long way to the common room.

As I walk, I am bombarded by my thoughts, being interrupted by a strong masculine scent that I recognized immediately. "What's up Brooke? How was your summer?" Cedric asks, meeting me by my side.

"Not bad, quite eventful actually. Well, I mean what can I expect from a summer at the Weasley's. What about you?" I reply, admiring his cheerful smile that brushed away the irritation caused by Fred.

"Nothing much just helped my dad out with some things." He chuckles. "You trying out for quidditch tomorrow? I'd hate to see my best competitor not play."