Harry Potter One Shots

teach me // f.w.

summary: nothing excites Y/N more than seeing her hot, beater boyfriend playing quidditch. so, in order to experience it as much as possible, she asks him to teach her how to play.

word count: 2k

warnings: gets a little steamy, alludes to sex, but no actual smut. 

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Of all the things to do at Hogwarts, Y/N's favorite activity was watching quidditch. It was exhilarating– watching the Gryffindor team dominate the pitch. She cheered for her bestfriends, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie till her throat was sore from screaming. She was an excellent cheerleader and the team always looked forward to her enthusiasm. No matter the weather condition or the time, Y/N Y/L/N was always down to watch quidditch.

Now, of course she cheered for her house pride and the love she had for each of the players who were her longtime friends. But the main reason she loved quidditch was her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

Fred Weasley was a star beater and very, very, hot.

There was nothing quite like the way he ran to her on the pitch after they won, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her like his life depended on it. And while Y/N loved to see Fred in his dress robes for the Yule Ball, no look of his was comparable to his quidditch uniform. The burgundy attire complimented him like no other, and the way his messy, fiery red hair begged to have her fingers run through it had her weak at the knees.

Most of their celebratory parties in the Gryffindor common room led to heated make-out sessions in Fred's dorm. Teeth clashing, nose bumping, hand wandering make-outs that left them breathless at the end. Y/N made sure it was a priority of hers to congratulate Fred's victory with the most pleasurable night of his life. And when Gryffindor lost? A complimentary night of passion was in order to cheer him up. Fred wasn't sure if he loved quidditch because of the adrenaline rush, or the night after each game.

It was currently another night of their celebratory parties in the common room. Lee was passing around fire whiskey, Angelina was giggling like a mad woman, and George was stumbling around, showing off one of his and Fred's new inventions to a few cute girls. Muggle music was blasting through the speaker, it was ABBA no doubt, music Hermione regretted introducing to the Weasley's as it was now their anthem.

Fred and Y/N had snuck off a few moments before, stumbling into his dorm room without disconnecting their lips. He held his hand tight against her waist, assuring she wouldn't fall as he pushed her back towards his bed. A gasp escaped her swollen lips as her back landed against the bed, Fred following suit and resting his weight on his arms to not fall on top of her.

They maneuvered upward, towards the head of the bed so that they were both fully on the mattress. Gasping for breath, Y/N pulled back which lead Fred's lips elsewhere. He trailed sloppy kisses against her jawline and towards her ear, before dropping into her neck. He sucked on the spot just below her lobe, to which he smiled against her skin at the sound she made.

"Freddie." She sighed, contently. Her eyes rolling back as she shut them in pleasure.

"Yes, my love?" Fred lightly blew against her now bruised neck, causing her to shiver beneath him.

Her hands raised to comb through his hair, earning a moan from his mouth that vibrated against her neck. His hand snuck underneath her shirt, slowly inching upwards towards her bra, leaving a trail of blazing skin behind it.

In one swift movement, Fred pulled his shirt over his head. Her hands immediately found his chest, trailing down to feel his abs. He stared down at her, smirking to himself at her swollen lips and marked up neck. Her eyes fluttered open, immediately finding his. His smirk fell to a soft smile as he looked down at his lover. He leant down and placed a sweet kiss to her cheek. Y/N smiled, even after years of dating he still managed to make her blush.