Golden Boy (Fred Weasley) +18

7. While The House Sleeps

Camellia rose quietly from her bed, desperate not to wake her sleeping friends. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she pulled on a pair of soft, silky mini-shorts, her mind reeling with Fred's written words on the parchment. She opened the door just enough to sneak out and closed it silently behind her.

Percy's room, the only spare bedroom in the house, sat on the third landing in the Weasley home, one floor above where Ginny and Ron's rooms were. That meant she had to sneak past the boys' room to get to the second staircase, and even though the Weasley parents' bedroom was on the first floor, Mrs. Weasley was a terribly light sleeper... which, considering the children she had to raise, made a lot of sense. Camellia would have to be extra cautious.

The house was dark and silent, save for the occasional snore or creak of the floorboards, and pale blue moonlight shone through every window, casting winding shadows all throughout the house. With every step she took, Camellia felt her heart beat faster, and she could hardly stand the anticipation. " I'm not done being taken care of you"... Camellia could only imagine what he meant by those words, and she had to admit that her wild imagination was getting the better of her. It sent shivers down her spine.

She made it down the hall and was now face-to-face with Ron's bedroom door, where all four boys had been staying. She could hear Ron's snores through the door, and she smiled to herself as she turned the corner and approached the stairs, but a loud, sudden creak underfoot made her freeze in her tracks.

She halted, hearing Ron's snores stutter from inside his bedroom, and then George's raspy voice whispering, " Shut it, Ron!"

" Piss off, George, " Ron grunted sleepily in response.

"Oh, yeah? You wanna go right now, baby brother?" George said, his voice getting louder. Camellia heard a creak that must've been George getting up, because Ron let out a yelp, so she took advantage of the incoming noise to make her way up the stairs towards Percy's room.

She got to the top of the stairs, and was met with Percy's bedroom door. His was the only door that was never obnoxiously decorated with trophies and drawings from his childhood, still adorned only with a wooden letter "P" in the center at eye-level.

Camellia took a deep breath and knocked softly.

In a moment, she was greeted by Fred— and she nearly fell to her knees. He was dressed in his old Gryffindor Quidditch jersey, and he leaned his arm against the doorframe as he greeted her, his red hair messily framing his handsome face. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as he eyed her up and down, and in a low voice, he said, "You got my note."

Camellia couldn't help but smile as she felt her cheeks grow warm. Fred stepped forward and pulled her in by her waist, meeting her in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he walked her back into the room and closed the door behind them. He broke away from her briefly and spoke into her ear, his warm breath on her neck driving her wild.

"I never got to thank you for taking such good care of me," he said. "Two days was too much to go without having you all to myself..."

Camellia bit her lip and looked into his eyes. "I take it you're feeling better now?"

Fred's eyes darted from hers to her lips, and his voice came in a sultry growl, "So much better."

He kissed her again, his tongue teasing her lips, sending sparks flying throughout her body. Her back came into contact with the door, making her groan into him, and Fred pulled her hips into his. His hands roamed underneath her top, making Camellia shiver.

She glanced downwards and saw the outline of his wand in his pocket, and she reached in slowly to grab it. Fred watched her, his breath hitched, as she pulled it out and pointed it over her shoulder and muttered, " Muffliato ."