Author's Note: So, I'm not sure whether this is going to be a one-shot, or whether I'm going to expand upon this and actually give it some sort of plot. Basically, for a bit of background before you start to read, this is an AU where Fred is a Slytherin (if you're having trouble visualizing that, there is a link on my profile to le-thar-gic's wonderful photoset of SlytherFred), and he is staying at the Malfoy Manor, as is Bellatrix.

I think that's all the background you need for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"You realize I don't care about you, right, Weasley? You realize this was a one-time thing and is never going to happen again?" she hissed, hitching her dress up and over her shoulders, adjusting herself in the mirror as Fred lay lethargically among the mussed bed sheets. "I can't just fuck around with…with…" she flapped her hands around for emphasis. "…muggle sympathizers." The idea was absurd.

Not to mention he was a mere boy.

A damn fine boy, and of age, but a boy nonetheless.

Fred Weasley watched in silence as Bellatrix redressed, glancing down and smirking to himself, picking aimlessly at a loose thread on one of the sheets. He gave a slight snort, glancing up to see that she had turned around to face him. "Oh come off it, Bella—"

"Don't call me that."

"—I know you enjoyed fucking around with this muggle sympathizer." He gestured down at himself, grinning, and shimmied jokingly.

Bellatrix widened her eyes, pursing her lips before quickly snatching up Fred's clothes, which had been strewn all across the floor the previous night. She knew it had been a mistake to let this infuriating freckled git stay the entire night, but she had been too exhausted to muster up enough grit to get rid of him. "You've overstayed your welcome," she informed him curtly, stalking to the bed and whipping the sheets back.

Fred's eyebrows flew upward before a smile split his face. "Well now, if you wanted another go, all you'd have to do is ask," he teased before noticing the severity of her expression. "Right," he cleared his throat. "Just trying to defuse the tension." He stood, holding his hand out expectantly, bobbing his head at the bundle of clothing Bellatrix clutched.

She cocked an eyebrow and flung the door of the bedroom wide, offering up a smile that was more of a grimace, and enthusiastically kicked the clothing into the hallway.

Fred ducked his head, blinking at Bellatrix in a way that he hoped would channel his disappointment in her lack of originality. This wasn't the first time Fred Weasley had been ordered to leave someone's room, nor would it be the first time that he had been forced into a hallway naked. And tossing clothes out of the door or window was just cliché.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Guess you didn't want me to cover up." He winked as he walked past her. "Understandable." He smirked at the slam of the door. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his hair and stepped over to his clothes.

It was just as he was bending over to retrieve his articles that he heard the clear of a throat behind him. Straightening up, Fred spotted Lucius andNarcissa watching. Lucius was as stiff and rigid as if having witnessed something absolutely horrifying, while Narcissa stood with slacked jaw.

Fred glanced down to where Narcissa's gaze was glued, grinning proudly, for although Fred had picked up his clothing, he had made no effort to cover himself.

"Morning," he greeted the pair before striding down the hallway, not bothering to dress, grinning maniacally.