𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

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SHOWER

TW: sexual content

a little gift for the 100k views <3

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Lately, while we were trying to tire up ourselves enough to finally go to sleep, chilling and chatting in the living room in a low voice since Mrs and Mr Weasley were already sleeping and Tonks and Remus had already gone back to their place, I could barely take my eyes away from Fred. 

I was still a bit pissed off at him but it was slowly fading away as his voice was becoming deeper because of his murmurs, his hair messed and his eyes a bit narrowed because of the tiredness and his legs spread, giving him a sleepy and lazy demeanour.

"A'right, lads, I'm leaving," George announced, standing up, taking me out of my reverie, "Have a girlfriend to cuddle."

"Use protection, 'm not ready to be an auntie!" Ginny scoffed, stretching in her seat.

George clicked his tongue, snickering as he pulled on his jacket, and made sure not to make too much noise as he opened the door ready to leave.

"See you lot in the morning!"

"Gotta go to sleep, kids," Charlie spoke, running his hands through his face and stretching as well, making his shirt go slightly up, "I'm fuckin' knackered,"

I felt Fred's eyes piercing me from across the room and even though I tried not to look at him, my eyes immediately went to meet him. He had a very dim smile on his face as his arched brows made his brown burning stare even more intimidating and demanding than usual. He clenched his jaw and moved his head to discreetly point upstairs.

Without any other word needed, Fred stood up and started to go calmly straight to his room. I waited a little bit before start leaving in his direction, being discreetly covered by my loyal accomplice, Hermione. I didn't even knock on the door, simply opened it and sneaked inside, closing the door behind me as soon as I got in the dorm. Before turning around, I cast a Muffliato.

The room was just exactly like the last time I saw it and I was genuinely surprised that the twins hadn't turned it upside down yet. While I entered completely the room, already more relaxed, I noticed the dim light from the lamp on Fred's nightstand being the only illumination in the place. No stars were brightening that night on the night sky, probably, because of the strong clouds that were covering the whole of England from north to south.

"Finally!" Fred's voice murmured behind me, making me immediately turn around to face him. He was cockily leaning against the bathroom's door frame, looking at me with that arrogant and devilish smile that made me so weak in front of him. "Come here, darling,"

Without even hesitating once, I followed him inside the bathroom and observed how he closed and locked the door, leaving us completely alone and trapped with each other. He positioned in front of me, looking at me with a curious look and putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

"Now, what I do with you?"

"You're the one who told me to come," I shrugged, pretending to sound uninterested.

He snickered, looking at his feet and then back to me, slowly, looking too fucking fine to be real. Unhurriedly, Fred approached me, making me walk backwards only to tease him until my back met the cold wall of tiles. His hips glued to mine and his hand slowly went up from my neck to cup my cheek in a gesture that almost seemed sweet, letting it travel through my mouth where his thumb traced the outline of my lower lip.