"Ron!" Fiona called out, running after him and Harry as he moped down the hall after leaving Potions. His chest, arms, and hands covered in neon green sludge. Fiona caught up to him, placing her arm around his shoulders, "Sorry about that mate, I didn't mean to get that gross mixture of whatever it was all over you."
Harry let out a chortle, remembering Ron's face covered in the green sticky potion, "Ron has older twin brothers, I don't think the green goo phased him at all!" Harry joked.
"Eh, it's okay. I am used to being covered in green smelly goo." Ron joked, poking Fiona in the side, causing her to jump.
"You bugger!" She cried out, shoving him lightly. Ron retaliated by chasing Fiona down the large hallway, threatening to grab her with his sticky fingers. She let out a yelp when he finally did grab her, wiping his hands on her face just before picking her up playfully.
"Oi! Get a room!" A voice called from behind them. Ron and Fiona's laughter came to a halt when they saw the twins, Fred and George walking toward them with smirks on their faces.
"Looks like Ronny-boy has a ickle girly-friend!" George teased, ruffling Ron's hair, causing the boy to contort his face angrily.
"We're just friends!" Ron said, trying to fix his hair.
"Sure you are!" Fred laughed, giving Ron a light shove.
Fiona rolled her eyes and sighed, "You two need to get a life! And while you're doing that… I must make it to herbology. Now, if you boys will excuse me." She said, flipping her long brown hair and walking away from them. She turned down an empty hall, completely the wrong direction to where herbology would've been.
"3…..2…" She counted back in her head…"1".
"You could at least make it look like you are going to class." Fred said softly from behind her. She could feel his warmth and the sensation caused a slight chill up her spine.
Fiona turned around to see Fred Weasley standing behind her and very close, "Those boys are too concerned about that Triwizard Tournament to notice whether or not I am heading for class." She smirked.
Before Fred could reply the large door of the Room of Requirement appeared next to them with a dull thud. They both turned to look at it.
"Perfect timing." Fred said, surveying the empty hall around them. He turned back to Fiona and forcefully pressed his lips against hers, placing his hands softly on her face. They backed into the door, devouring each other's lips. Fred reached around, grabbing the doo knob, but still keeping his lips intact with Fiona's.
When they reached the inside of the room things seemed to appear the way it always did when the two of them met up like this, although they didn't take time to notice that something was, in fact, a bit off. The only thing on their minds at this point was how very long it had been since they had last been able to kiss each other, let alone touch each passionately. Finding alone time was hard to come by with Fred having a twin brother and Fiona an unusually clingy male friend whom will not be named.
"Bugger!" Fred cried out, pulling away from Fiona's lips in pain. He rubbed the back of his leg, realizing that he had run into something.
"What's with the bed?" Fiona asked, realizing that a lofty bed covered in silks was now in place of where a loveseat used to be.
"I'm not quite sure, but the bloody thing just gave me a bruise, I'm sure of it." Fred sighed in frustration.
"Aww, does someone need a kiss?" Fiona teased Fred.
"I always need your kisses," He smiled, grabbing Fiona by the waste and bringing her closer.
The kissing and the touching become much more passionate than either of them were used to, but they nonetheless enjoyed every second they had together. Fred felt like his lips were meant to kiss the spot on Fiona's neck, a certain spot that made her shiver in a way she never had before.
It was about 15 minutes into their heavy make-out session that they realized the bed was there for a reason. Fred pulled away from Fiona, pausing for a moment to look into her eyes. She smiled at the way he looked at her, "What?"
"You're perfect." He whispered, watching her eyes light up. He loved the way she blushed when he complimented her and she loved the way the tip of his nose turned red when he made her blush.
Before anything else could be said she stood up from the bed and removed her robes and the pale shirt she wore beneath it. The next hour or so they spent together were an exploration. Their bodies intertwined and curved around each other perfectly. Fred learned other brilliant places to kiss Fiona, places that only he could discover and Fiona enjoyed ever second of which she was able to be close to Fred and feel the way his skin felt against hers.
They lay in the bed, covered in the luxurious taffeta, Fiona curved inside the nook of Fred's body. Both were still slightly out of breath and damp. Fred leaned over and once again took the opportunity to gaze into Fiona's large hazel eyes. Eye's that any bloke with the right sense could get lost in. Rather than blushing or smiling, Fiona simply kissed Fred's pink lips as if to say, "You're amazing." Fred, deepened the kiss to show he felt the same, but pulled away. It was at this point that Fred Weasley, overtaken with emotion and wonder for the girl that he loved, said something very un-Weasley and he knew that if any of his brother's found out, he would never live it down. But he said it nonetheless, because he knew it to be true.
"I will love you until the day I die, Fiona Westwick. I promise you that."