Shell Cottage - 2/50 for the Cousincest Bootcamp Challenge at HPFC.

Bookcase - 2/5 for the Five Drabbles Competition. 398 words.

Standing Lamp - for the Hot or Cold Competition.


All the Weasley kids were piled at Shell Cottage following an unexpected invitation from Fleur Weasley.

It was nighttime, and darkness slowly descended upon the property. The calm of the sea was deceiving, however, as the small house was party to too many children and too much sugar.

It was unlikely Fleur would ever make the invitation again.

Fred was exploring, headed decidedly away from where the youngest children were shouting. He turned to his right, resting a hand on the last handle that particular hallway.

On his first step in, he noticed the room could have been a bedroom with the large window on the left wall.

Instead, it was a library. The bookcase took up most of the far wall, and there was a standing lamp next to a small sofa in the middle of the room. The light was off, and before Fred could figure out how it worked, movement beside him caught his eye.

The corner to his right, almost behind him, was mostly cast in shadow. He could see slight movements outlined in the last of the sun's rays.

Louis stood braced against the corner. One hand held a quidditch theory book that failed to conceal the magazine he'd hidden within it, as both hung at his side. The broom magazine was far racier, featuring oiled up, male, bare-chested quidditch players.

Louis' other hand was in his pants. He didn't hide himself, and the way he continued his small movements, eyes shut, told Fred that his entrance had not been noted.

This is wrong. Burning with desire, Fred tried to resist the urge to reach to his own hardened length. This isn't supposed to happen.

His internal debating was cut short when three things simultaneously happened. Louis looked directly at Fred and the book slipped completely from his hand. A shout exploded from Louis' lips as his hips bucked uncontrollably. Fred felt white-hot excitement make his belly clench.

Somehow, along with the other three, Fred also started to move, his fingertips meeting the smooth skin at the vein pulsing at Louis' neck. Then, they were pushing past buttons and clothes to forbidden destinations. Their lips met. Fred's mind went blank.

The bookcase shook with the force of their movements, and the quidditch magazine lay, forgotten, on the ground.

A pause. Louis pulled back and Fred cried out in protest. Louis rejoined their lips after whispering with a wink, "I guess you've found out why I'm interested in quidditch. I was always rubbish at it."