Good Night. Chapter 3
By ShellCottage
That night happened in a hurry. I just remember faces sobbing, and hysterical yelling, and then strong hands grasping me and caressing my back. I don´t even remember when my tears spilled, or when his soft and comfortable voice washed over me. We just stood there, holding each other as people whispered rumors about You-Know-Who and his suppose return. Fred told me he had a glimpse of Cedric´s body and he was as if asleep. A Killing Curse had stricken him, and my only hope was that he hadn´t suffered much.
It is an amazing way to die, really. You don´t even notice you´re dying, you just do. You don´t have to feel pain, or fright, or foreboding, you just die. If I was to wish for a death it would be it. Hit by a Killing Curse while hearing a joke, while having my last laugh. That is something Fred would say. This boy is affecting me more than I have expected. But to be fair, Fred has always affected me a little.
But back to the night in question: we were in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, panic fluttering all around us. He was embracing me so tight I was having a hard time breathing, nevertheless I didn´t let go. I was feeling a bit embarrassed to be honest; I always do when Fred shows his affection for me in public. That git, kissing me in the library, or smacking lightly my arse on the hallways. He was tender and mu blush was burning my face. It was a mixture of embarrassment and grief. But Fred didn´t cry, or blush, or anything, he just stood there strong as a rock, holding me.
Flickwick send us all to the dormitories. We walked in silence, both submerged in our own dark thoughts of death. And then he said: "Life is short, innit?"
"Yeah." I called back. He took my hand in his.
We kept walking to the castle in silence. There was not much else to say. Life is short, yeah, that´s a fact we are all a little too aware after Cedric´s death. So we walked in silence, and absentmindedly I left my feet to follow Fred´s steps.
"You know, Mum and Dad always talked about how You-Know-Who caused as much panic as he caused hope. In the mist of the battle there were always little moments to feel love, and be loved. I think that´s how George, Ron, and I were born. Yeah, disgusting, but I think they have a point."
I stopped right on my tracks. My surroundings caught my attention at once, and I noticed we were in front of the wall that led to the Room of Requirement. He was leading me to a serious place, a place for being loved. I understood his point, his wanting, and yet we had only been together for a little while. I bit my lip.
"It will start again, won´t it?"
"I think so. Harry wouldn´t lie about something like this. Cedric was dead, and Harry…he would never…"
"Why are we here?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"C´mon, Angelina, you know why are we here. It´s just that…I don´t know if we will come back next year. And I don´t even know when I´ll see you again after all this panic starts to unfold." He pursed his lips and then continued in a whisper: "I don´t know if I´ll see you again."
"What? Fred, it hasn´t started yet, and why wouldn´t you come back to our seventh year? That´s mental. What are you planning to do, anyway? And even though we don´t see each other at school we will be together. You won´t get rid of me that easily. You better still love me while we´re apart."
"I do, I will. Fuck, Angelina, what are you doing to me? I do."
"What?"
"I do love you, you wench."
"Wench?" I laughed out loud. "You´re such an ass."
"I know."
"I love you too."
That was it. I don´t know if it was the panic, or the love, or the rush of the moment. I just know we were inside the Room of Requirement, and there was a fluffy bed, and candles, and a big confy blanket, and hot coco. And Fred. He was there and looking at me with those dark eyes, his longing evident. He was on top of me in a second, pushing me against the soft mattress, kissing my neck. I grabbed his hair, and wrinkled his shirt under my grasp. He was so masculine at that moment that there was nothing else to think about. All the doubts, if I had any to begin with, extinguished and we acted out of instinct.
We rolled on the mattress and I sat over his groin, he grabbed my bum and caressed it. I kissed him hard, crashing our teeth together for a second, and then laughing between kisses. He cupped my breasts, I nipped his earlobe. Clothes flew out. And we were naked.
"I love you" he said, kissing my belly. His tongue darted out to my nipples, and I grabbed his member. It was fully erected and big and hard and amazingly I was not disgusted by it, but extremely eager to get it somewhere inside me. It was the first time I saw a penis. He moaned on my right nipple when I started to rub it. His right hand was gripping my waist, digging his fingers in utter delight.
"Fred, just do it."
"Are…are you sure?"
"YES!"
He touched my sex. He explored it with his long fingers. I moaned his name, and felt the anticipation climbing inside my belly. He was massaging, and in a second his mouth was there too. He licked my core, sending tiny shivers through my spine. I grabbed a fistful of his hair. And then one finger was inside me.
"For Merlin´s sake, just do it, please. I want you inside me!"
He laughed. That cheeky bastard laughed at me. But he kissed his way up my body again, stopping slightly at my nipples. I could feel his erection pressing on my thigh, pulsing with desire.
"I love you" he said again, and in one swift movement he was inside me. He grunted, pushing hard against my tight pussy. I felt ragged in half, a soaring pain expanding through my body. But it was worth it. Every second of it. He waited until I had relaxed a bit, and then he moved. It was gentle at first, and then it escalated until we were both out of control. He ejaculated. I had an orgasm right after it.
It was my first time. Not having sex, but being loved. He was right, there is always a little time for love, even in the deepest of shits and the worst of fears.
He kisses me on the Hogsmade platform. We are ready to go home for the summer. Ready to try and make our lives without fear.
"I love you." He says again. He has become such an expert at saying it.
George is behind him scolding. He has been trying to caught his attention since we left the castle.
"Oi, git. Your luggage is not going to hoist itself up the train." He says. Fred gives him a murderous glance, I giggle. Fuck, since when do I giggle this much? But Fred goes to attend his luggage and I am left with George on the platform.
"You know, he is happier since Christmas." George says unexpectedly.
"Yeah, I´m happy too. And you seem happier too. I have seen you two."
"Who?" George asks, giving me that look he gives when he´s amuse. Why do I know all this looks? Are they the same as Fred´s?
"You and Katie, of course. I´ve seen you two, how you sneak to cupboards and shit. Just get it out of your chest and confess, George. You in love too?"
"Excuse me? Me? George Weasley? In love? I don´t think so, missy. I won´t succumb to such embarrassing antics. If you like kissing and touching and mellowing in public, then be my guest, but I will never do such pitiful things."
"PITIFUL?!" I burst out. George Weasley can kiss my ass if he thinks I´m pitiful.
But he merely laughs and gives me a sick smirk.
"C´mon, Angelina. I´m messing with you. It´s all right to be in love and all. But…Do you really think I would be in love with Katie Bell? It´s just a physical thing."
"Who knows? You´re a mystery to me, George. Well, you two always seem a mystery. I didn´t even know Fred could be in love either until he said it. I always thought you two live to make jokes. I will have a talk with Katie, how can she be ok with just physical."
George was staring at me, his face serious all of a sudden. "George?"
"He…said it? You mean, he was a prat enough to say it?"
"A prat? He is most definitely not a prat. And if you ask me, he is a total stag for saying what he feels."
"And…did you say it back?"
"Yes."
"And you liked it? That he told you how he felt?"
"Yes. What are you getting at, Weasley?"
"What if I say it too? What would you think?"
"Say what? To whom? What are you talking about?" I am starting to feel panic. What the fuck is wrong with George? Fred is walking slowly back to us, I wish he could hurry, I am starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Fred is coming" I say urgently.
"I feel the same way. I love you." George blurts out. I stare at him, waiting for the laugh or the smirk or for any sign he was joking. But it never comes. Fred is beside me, and is talking to George, but George is still staring at me. What is going on?
"…So, shall we find a compartment together?" Fred asks.
"No." I say a little to sudden. Fred stares at me with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, you go. I want to seat with Katie and Alicia, I haven´t talked to them for ages."
Fred pouts.
"Oh, Fred, C´mon, George is going to be there anyway. Fat chance of something happening." Fred laughs. I peck him on the lips and say: "I´ll go fetch you to your compartment if something good is on my mind, ok?"
Fred grins and kisses me again. I steal a glance at George; he is still watching me, waiting for an answer. Answer to what?, I want to shout at him. I wave him a stale goodbye and climb onto the train. What am I suppose to do now?
