𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

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BACK HOME

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After the two weeks at the hut, being incredibly well treated all the time by Fred and the rest, I could finally have a bit more independence.

"You sure you won't need me?" Fred asked, putting on a worn-out denim jacket that suited him so fucking much I could feel my body craving him again.

"Yes." I rolled my eyes with a little smile on my face. "Besides, you'll be back at a time to leave together back to Diagon Alley."

This was my last day at the hut and seeing how Fred was starting to get tired of being constantly surrounded by these four walls, I convinced him to go out for a walk with Liv, Pauline and George while I stayed here with Harry, Ron and Ginny. He accepted kinda reluctantly.

"Fine. By the way, I already sent Iris to the Quidditch field with a letter for Khaleelah."

I tightened my lips, nodding. After being examined by Tonks, Remus and Mrs Weasley, they agreed I wouldn't be able to play for, at least, another two weeks. It made me incredibly sad since Quidditch with the Harpies was my passion and I was truly enjoying how were doing at the league.

"Freddie, can you bring a mirror from any of the rooms later once you're back?" I asked, playing with my nails a bit nervous. "I'd like to see by myself how the wounds are."

He sighed, "Lilith - are you sure?"

I nodded and after meditating on it, he imitated me.

Before leaving, Fred approached me at the bed and when I thought he was going to leave a little kiss on my cheek, he went for my lips instead. It was soft and quick but it stirred every part in my body after so long without his touch.

"See you later, beautiful."

"Have fun!"

Not even ten minutes went by when Ron, Harry and Ginny burst into my room.

"Morning!" they said at the same time, Ron and Harry sitting at the back of the bed, in front of me, and Ginny laying by my side, careful not to hurt me.

"Wotcher, lads. Where's 'Mione?" I smiled at them, but slightly confused.

Ron snorted, "She didn't want to come, she's a bit mad at me. Said she would come later to see you."

I chuckled, "What did you do this time?"

"I swear to Godric I did nothing! Just found me writing a letter and she thought it was for Lavender!"

Ginny shook her head giggling while Harry had his eyes focused on her. It didn't escape from my sight how little sparkles shined in his green eyes as he observed the gorgeous ginger girl. Ginny was, without doubt, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen and now that she had grown up a bit more, she had developed some mature features that matched perfectly with the mischievous look she had inherited from the twins, making her incredibly attractive. Could it be possible that Potter was falling for his best friend's sister?

"You know Hermione quite well, Lilith. Can you give me any advice?" Ron called my attention. "I asked Ginny but she won't tell me anything."

"If you stopped being an asshole, I would," she intervened, without putting her eyes away from Harry's.

"Bugger off!"

"Well, if you ask me, Hermione is quite easy to please, Ron. I don't know how you mess it up with her so much." I spoke, with an amused smile on my face. "She might look a bit cold but I can assure you she craves affection."