𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

69

HOLYHEAD HARPIES

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After going back at home - not without visiting Remus and Tonks to give them the news and watch their proud and excited smiles - I got straight into my room. Liv and Pauline decided to go out for dinner and even though they invited me, I declined. They needed time together.

Taking off my training clothes, I put on the first shirt I found in my wardrobe and stayed in my underwear to then walk to the balcony. It was a warm afternoon even though September had already started. Putting a cigarette on my lips and lightening it, I saw someone opening the door from the balcony in front of me. Fred appeared with a cig hanging from his lips and his clothes from work, taking off the jacket. He looked tired and a bit unrested but also as if he had enjoyed the day.

"Alright?" he said giving me a little smile as soon as he saw me. "Godric! I'm knackered."

"Tough day at work?" I said getting closer as he nodded.

"A bit. Lots of people, as usual, you know, and a lot of work. What've you been up to?"

I shrugged, giving a short puff. "Had the tryouts today."

His eyes opened widely and he seemed to pay more attention. "Fuck, yes, and how did it go?"

A little cheeky idea popped into my head and I had to bite my inner cheek to hold back the smile on my face. I pretended to sigh hard and to play with my nails as if I was truly sad.

"Darling?" Fred asked again, trying to catch my eye contact.

"I didn't get in," I whispered, pretending to stutter and swallow hard. I heard Fred clicking his tongue.

"Shit."

Before I could even notice, he had jumped the distance between our balconies and he was in front of me, grabbing my wrist to pull me closer to his body and hug me tightly. Still surprised at his speed and his reaction, I hugged him back.

"It doesn't matter, you can try again. You're good enough to be in any other of the greatest teams," he murmured as he caressed my hair. I glued more to his body. "Come 'ere, bear hug!"

Fred caught me even tighter in between his arms and made me enter my room to them make us fall on my bed with his body over mine.

"Auch, Freddie, you're crushing me," I complained a little bit, smiling, feeling trapped under his body and every part of him against me.

"Shut up, let me cuddle you," he whispered hiding his face in the space between my neck and my collarbone.

"Fred!" I complained again, trying to move him uselessly. "Fred, you're crushing the new Beater of the Holyhead Harpies! Show more respect."

He froze in his place and instantly raised his head to look at me with his eyes opened widely and the confusion shining in his face.

"Come again?"

I couldn't hold it anymore so I burst into a chuckle, watching his reaction. His expression relaxed and he tried to bite his lip to hide the fact he was smiling.

"Oh, you little bitch," Fred muttered and before I could even react he started tickling me making me writhe under him, laughing even louder. Fuck, Frederick.

"F-Fred... Ah, Fre-d, s-stop..."I tried to talk in an out-of-breath voice laughing as his fingers aggressively covered my belly and my neck. "Shit- YOU WANKER!"

He giggled over me. "That's for scaring me, Lilith. I'm the prankster here."

"Fred!" I writhed still laughing but he continued, so I managed to lift my leg and hit his hip with my knee. Too close to a certain sensitive part of him. He immediately stopped, gasping.