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Love,
Avoline.
Fred piddled around the shop, trying to keep his mind off of other things. He had been a bachelor for about a year. He and George had opened a joke shop, Weasley's Wizarding Weeze, which had taken off fairly well. He smiled.
His smiled dropped when a familiar figure with white hair walked in.
He went over to her and gently grabbed her arm. He lead her up the stairs to the small flat above the store, shocked at how she wasn't fighting him. He shut the door behind them and locked it.
"Fred," she whispered. He turned to her, his body humming with love. "I thought you wouldn't want to see me after everything I said." He pushed her hair out of her face and removed her sunglasses.
"Ludi, I said I would always love you," he soothed. "I still do." She closed her eyes and looked away.
"Fred, don't," she pleaded. He combed his fingers through her hair before noticing the bruise on the side of her neck. And the one on her collarbone.
"How did those get there," he questioned. She pulled away from his touch.
"I... I fell down the stairs." He could tell she was lying.
"Ludivina, take off your jacket, now," he ordered. He could hear a choked sob pass her lips.
"Fred, please," she begged.
"Now," he repeated firmly. He could see the tears falling down her face as she removed her jacket. He hated being mean to her, but he had to know if she was being abused. His heart ached at the stated of her. Bruises covered her arms, some of them worse than others.
"Ludi, who did this to you," he asked softly. He tenderly pullled her close as she began to cry.
"I thought, since he was your friend, that he would be just as nice as you are," she sobbed. "I thought he would be just like you."
"Who," he inqired. "Ludi, please, tell me." He was close to tears at seeing her cry. She sniffed.
"Oliver," she answered. "Oliver Wood." Her eyes met his. "He only beats me when he's drunk, I swear!"
"Only when he's drunk," Fred half-shouted. "Ludi, look at your arms! They're not even a normal color anymore! How often is he drunk?" She looked away again.
"Every night," she muttered. He felt anger bubbling in him. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kill Oliver Wood.
"And you just let him," he snapped. Her tear-filled gaze met his again.
"If I fight back, he only beats me harder, then rapes me," she shouted. "I figured if I didn't think too much about it, he would stop!"
"He's not going to stop," he responded. "He'll only get worse the more you let him do this to you!" She sobbed, and he pulled her close. He couldn't stay angry when she clearly needed his help. "Where is he?"
"In France," she whispered, "with the Quiddich team." He tiled her chin upwards and kissed her. He pulled back, hoping she could see the love he had for her in his eyes.
"Let go get your things," he instructed. "You're not staying there anymore. You'll live here, with me and George. Oliver isn't going to lay another finger on you."
Fred laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He had surrendered his bed to Ludivina, which lead to a small arguement.
Nothing like the huge fight last year.
A small smile crept over his face. It felt good to have her back in his life. George wasn't too please with having to share his home with a Slytherin, especially since she had called Fred a blood-traitor. But Fred pleaded with George, begging him to let her stay there.
"She doesn't have anywhere else to go except back to him," he begged. "Please, Georgie, I can't live with myself if I let her go back to him. Not with how he treats her." George shook his head and sighed.
"You really care about her, don't you," he asked. "Even after that huge fight." Fred fought to hold back the tears.
"Care is even a strong enough word," he whispered. "I love her, George." George smiled at his twin.
"I can tell," he stated. "You've barely cracked a joke since that fight, Freddy."
Fred was pulled out of the flashback by the feel of small, nervous hands caressing his face. He smiled as he focused on Ludivina's yellowish eyes.
"Ludi," he murmured before she brought her lips to his. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her close, deepening the kiss. He nipped her lower lip, and she opened her mouth to him. His tongue darted in her mouth, eager to explore her after being denied for so long. She broke the kiss and began marking his neck with gentle love bites. "Ludi, what are you doing?"
"Showing you how sorry I am," she answered. Her hand reached for his pajama pants, and swiftly pulled them down to his knees, along with his boxers. He felt himself blush as his erection sprang free. "Thinking of me?"
"Always," he breathed. She smiled before lowering herself and giving his manhood a long, sensual lick. He moaned and closed his eyes. "Please..."
He sucked in a breath as her mouth covered his tip. He tangled his fingers in her hair and gave her head a gentle push. She flicked her tongue along his length, causing him to gasp. His hips bucked into her as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"I'm about to cum," he moaned. She cupped his balls, and he cried out, squirting his seed into her mouth. He whimpered as he came back down from what he thought was heaven.
"You like," she whispered as she wrapped her battered arms around him. He halfway opened his eyes and smiled.
"You know I did," he panted. "You know good and well I like anything you do." She nestled her head under his chin.
"You weren't too happy the other day," she pointed out. He kissed the top of her head.
"I know," he responded. "I just hated seeing those bruises on you. And then knowing that Oliver did that to you." He shook his head. "It just sent me to a whole new level of anger." He pulled back and looked at her. "I don't ever want to be that angry around you. Ever." She planted her lips against his.
"I know," she soothed. "I could see how close to crying you were." Fred bit his lip.
"If you only knew how much it hurt to see those bruises," he murmured. "It still hurts, even though I know you're safe." He felt the tears stinging his eyes. "And you said he..." He closed his eyes and pulled her close.
"It's okay, Fred," she cooed. "It's okay. I'm here now. I'm right here, safe in your arms. You don't have to say another word." She kissed his cheek, wet with tears, then whispered, "You feel like home, Freddy..."
