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Hello, loves.

I decided, since I've been Draco all the love, I would give another character some love. Our favorite Weasley twin, Fred.

This will be a short story unless you review and demand more chapters. You have to convince me to keep this going, other wise, I'll let it fade away.

Potter on.

Love,

Avoline.

Ludivina Prothero sat at the edge of the lake, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was trying to find the right words to say to a certain friend of hers that she had grown very fond of. She couldn't imagine her life without him, but as the end of the year drew near, she knew there a good possibility that she would never see him again. She forced back the tears. She couldn't allow herself to cry. He would know that something was up.

"Hello, pretty lady," a voice called. She jumped to her feet and whirled around, wand in hand, only to see one of the Weasley twins walking towards her. He stopped short. "It's ok, Ludivina. It's me, Fred."

"Blimey, Fred, I almost threw a hex your way," she snapped, putting her wand away. He chuckled.

"You seemed like you were thinking a bit too hard," he stated. "I figured you could use some company." She couldn't help but smile.

"How is it both of you can be complete jokesters around each other, but totally different people when separated," she laughed. He grinned.

"That's the beauty of being twins," he answered. "He thinks I haven't noticed how differents he acts when he thinks I'm not around." He shook his head.

"Do you notice how different you are," she asked, sitting back down. He sat next to her and stared at the lake thoughtfully.

"A little bit," he replied. "But half the time I'm too busy watching everyone else." Her smiled began to fade. She needed to tell him how she felt.

Why are those three little words so hard to say?

"Ludivina," he began. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you." She turned to him, confused. Did he feel the same about her?

"Yes," she responded. He licked his lips, a nervous habit she had come to enjoy.

"George says he's caught you staring at me," he continued. "I'm just wondering if it's true." She nodded. He leaned in towards her ear. "Would you like a better view?" Her golden eyes met his deep blue ones. A mischievious glint gazed at her. She nodded again. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the castle.

"Where are we going," she inquired.

"This castle is huge," he laughed. "There's more than enough rooms where no one will find us." She giggled and followed him. He lead her through at least a hundred different corridors before leading her through a corridor that seemed to be forgotten a long time ago. He pulled his wand out and pointed it at one of the doors.

"Alomohora."

He grabbed the knob and snatched the door open. Once inside, he closed, locked, and silenced the door. She grinned as they shed their robes, then he shed his shirt. He smirked at her.

"Like what you see, 'Vina," he taunted. She nodded as he neared her, his hands reaching for her waist. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips connected with her neck. His teeth nipped her skin as her fingers ran through his firery red hair.

"Fred," she moaned, his hands slithering up her back. She felt his fingers smoothly unlatch her bra just before her shirt was lifted over her head. She shivered slightly as the cool air hit her bare nipples. She opened her eyes to see him gazing at her breast hungrily. His hands cupped the pale mounds.

"Merlin, you're perfect," he whispered, taking one nipple in his mouth. She arched into him and gasped. She could feel him smile against her skin.

"You act like a guy's never done this," he sucked on the small, hard nub, "to you before." She swallowed hard.

"Well," she began, "to be honest, you're the first." He stopped what he was doing, and she cursed herself for saying anything at all. He lifted his head.

"You mean," he asked. She nodded. "Ludivina, we don't have to if you don't want to." She leaned forward and kissed him.

"If you think I'm walking away from this," she rubbed the front of his pants, causing him to emmitt a low groan, "when we both want it, you're crazy." His lips met hers. "Just be gentle, Fred."

"You know I will," he answered. "But first, we've still got to get rid of these." He tugged at her skirt and stockings. She smiled, then pushed him against the wall.

"You first," she breathed before kissing his neck. She shimmied down his body, kissing every freckle along the way, feeling him relax under her touch. She reached his pants, and smoothly undid his belt. Her fingers wasted no time with the button and zipper, and soon his lower half was exposed to her. She gasped at the size of his erection.

"You like what you see," he whispered. She smiled and took his tip in her mouth, lapping up the precum. He gasped, and she took more of him into her mouth. She pressed her hands against his thighs, hoping to keep him from thrusting himself deeper into her throat. "Ludivina." Her eyes flicked towards his face, which was contorted with pleasure. She pulled her mouth away with a pop, and he emmitted a sound of protest.

"You like," she whispered seductively. He nodded as he panted.

"For a virgin, you are damn good," he breathed, his eyes popping open. She smirked at the lustful glint in the deep blue pools. "Now, how about we get that skirt off of you?" He kicked his pants and boxers away and advanced towards her. She giggled as he lifted her and set her on an old dusty desk. She felt his hand on the zipper of her skirt. His hands gently pulled the piece of clothing over her hips and off of her body. The skirt was soon followed by her shoes and stockings. Their eyes met and he stroked her womanhood through the cotton panties.

"Please," she whimpered. His lips massaged hers, and she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss.

"Are you sure," he inquired. She nodded. She a rip as her panties disappeared and cool air hit her heat. She moaned as he slid a finger into her.

"Fred," she breathed. She bucked her hips as he added a second finger. "Fred Weasley, if you don't fuck me right now, I will personally hex you to death!" He chuckled, and his fingers were replaced by something much harder. She held her breath as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her as he went. He stopped when he had reached her barrier.

"Once I push past this," he whispered in her ear, "there's no turning back."

"We're already at the point of no return, Fred," she countered pleadingly. "Please, just do it." He nestled his face into her ivory curls, then bit her neck as he broke through. She cried out, the pain consuming every thought. After a few moments, the pain subsibed.

"You okay now," Fred's gentle voice questioned. She nodded, and he began to slowly pump into her. She focused on how good it felt to have him inside of her. Before she knew it, she was begging him for more, and he was poudning into her. She felt the pressure building, and she held his body closer to hers. She found herself gasping for air as her orgasm drew closer.

"Come for me, Ludivina, cum for me," he growled. His fingers ran down her stomach and found her clit. She gasped as he began rubbing it, and screamed his name when she came. He drove into her a few times before collapsing over her, panting as he did.

"Fred," she gasped. He nuzzed her neck.

"Yes?"

"I love you, Fred," she breathed. "I have for a few years now." He lifted his head and gazed her, unrelenting love glinting in his eyes.

"I love you, too, Ludi," he responded. "Every part of you." She ran a finger down his freckled cheek.

"Don't ever stop loving me," she pleaded. He rested his head on hers.

"Always," he answered. "I couldn't stop loving you if it saved my life."