Just a short thing about a pining Fred.
He heard the creak of the stair even from his room.
He glanced at the watch she had given him for his twenty-first birthday, noting it was three a.m.
Sighing, he turned over and buried his face in the pillow. He knew what was coming, and he hated it.
He could hear the door to the next room slowly creep open, causing his twin to stir in his bed, but stay asleep nonetheless.
Fred envied him. What he would give for the sweet release of sleep…
Bed springs creaked and a girly giggle could be heard, along with a low male murmur. It was silent, then a small moan.
Fred's chest tightened. He couldn't bear it; he just wished for once that maybe Ginny would give up the room for her and Ron so that he wouldn't be subjected to this torture.
Fred Weasley wished for that circumstance many times, but it never happened.
For now, he was stuck awake each and every night at the same time, unwillingly listening as the witch he loved, Hermione Granger, made love to his youngest brother in the next room.
And Fred couldn't help but wish it was him in that bed, that it was him coaxing those beautiful moans out of Hermione, that it was him holding her after all was said and done.
But he wasn't, much to his chagrin. He'd gone and let that chance slip out of his fingers; he'd barely survived the Battle, and when he woke up from being knocked unconscious by that brick wall, he'd resolved to ask Hermione Granger to be his after all these years.
But it had been too late; Ron had won her heart but thirty minutes before, and he remembered how his heart broke when he saw them entwined in each other in the remnants of the Great Hall.
The bed springs creaked next door even louder, and the moans increased; Fred bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming angrily.
He was so stupid. So, so stupid.
Finally after what seemed like hours, two long drawn out moans pierced the night air, and the bedsprings creaked one last time as the couple seemed to settle.
Fred sighed, covering his head with his pillow.
Tomorrow night would just be the same, but he didn't care as he drifted off to sleep, thinking about making love to Hermione Granger.