"So let me get this straight." George said as he piled his plate high with food. "The girl you fancy wanted to shag your brains out and you said no?" I hung my head in my hands.
"I mean…yea?" I groaned.
"You realize how stupid that sounds?" Lee Jordan said from across the table. "I mean, why would you turn down a shag? ESPECIALLY from someone like her?" His eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table. "She's banging!"
"I know that!" I snapped. "But, I mean, I didn't want to…."
"Shag her?" George said through a mouth full of food.
"Take advantage of her." I seethed.
"Probably lost your chance mate." Lee shook his head. "Shame really." I groaned again closing my eyes. I. Am. An. Idiot.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asked as she nibbled on her toast. I took a sip of my coffee.
"Nothing why?" I asked curtly as I flipped through the Daily Prophet.
"You've been a right bitch since the party. So I repeat, what's wrong?" I huffed and looked at Sarah. She was not going to drop this.
"I MAY have been rejected by boy toy." I mumbled. My face burned with embarrassment. This did not happen to me.
"Rejected how?" Sarah asked.
"Rejected as in I was bloody well throwing myself at him and he was like 'oh no thanks I'm good with just a snog'." Imagine if only she knew it was a Weasley!
"Forgive me for saying this, but not everyone has your same views on sex love." I glared at her and she held up her hands. "Just saying! Maybe it wasn't rejection so much as a 'let's wait longer than 5 minutes' statement." I rolled my eyes.
"What boy do you know that says no to a fuck?" I raised my brow at her. "Let's be realistic here."
"Decent boys. NICE boys." We gathered our bags and started to head to class. "Not everyone is like the horn dogs we hang out with B."
"So what do you suggest I do?" I sarcastically asked.
"Try again? Maybe, you know, sober?" She giggled as I playfully shoved her shoulders. "Or bone one of the horn dogs. You're very nasty when you aren't getting laid!" She laughed at my shocked face as she scurried away from me. I huffed. I would not try again. McKay's do NOT chase redheaded blood traitors.
But as the first weeks of class flew by and my frustration grew, my resolve crumbled. Can you blame a girl? My dreams were plagued with a certain Weasley, his hands causing shocks across my skin, lips setting me on fire. A hand can only do so much to relieve these feelings. Finally as September gave way to October, I gave in.
But obviously, I couldn't just walk up to him in the Great Hall and ask him for a quick shag in the broom closet. So I tried to be subtle. Picking things up when I knew he'd have a perfect view down my shirt, hiking my skirt up a little higher than necessary. But he still never came to me. It was infuriating!
I huffed and threw my bag of books down on the table in a secluded corner of the library. Stupid fucking redhead. Stupid fucking boys. Sarah was right, I was NOT in a pleasant mood when I wasn't getting laid. I grumbled to myself as I pulled out my Potions book to begin an essay for Snape. I guess I was going to have to give up my idea of one last fling.
I think this was the definition of hell. Some deity was getting back at me for trying to be a nice guy. Brianna McKay was going to be the death of me. She had starting wearing her skirt shorter, showing a tantalizing amount of leg. And I swear she dropped her quill in front of me in Charms just to give me the view down her shirt. I mean I loved it, but I hated it. I itched to have her lips again. But Lee and George were right – I had totally screwed it up at the party. How would I even attempt something with her now? Just saunter over to the Slytherin table and ask her for a quick shag? Not if I wanted to keep my manhood intact.
I sighed as I slipped into the library. George was off with Katie Bell so I was on my own. I decided to try to research some magic for future products. I walked to my usual corner, in the back of course so no one would know I, Fred Weasley, was studying. And stopped dead in my tracks. There she was, glaring down at a textbook. Her chestnut locks thrown hastily in a bun at the top of her head, tie loosened, the end of her quill brushing her lips as she sat deep in thought. I groaned – this was definitely going to kill me.
I looked up at the sound of someone sliding into the table next to me. My, my, Fred Weasley was actually using the library for once. I smirked. Maybe, I'd give it one more go. I stood from my chair and walked over to the bookcase, directly in front of his seat. I skimmed the books for a second, pretending to look for something. I then chose one on one of the higher shelves. I stretched, lifting my skirt in the process. I knew it was barely covering my ass now. I heard a soft groan behind me.
"Say something Weasley?" I smirked as I turned to walk back to my seat. His eyes never left my legs and I made sure to walk a little closer than truly necessary.
"Huh?" He asked blinking as I slid into my seat.
"I said, did you say something?" I crossed my legs, causing my skirt to go high on my thigh. His eyes followed the hem.
"Uh….no. Nothing outta me." He quickly looked away back at the book he was reading. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was around to see us. Seeing no one, I stood, walked to his desk and leaned as close to him as I dare.
"You know, I believe you said we could talk more about my….proposition more when we were both sober." I saw him glance up at me, a small gasp barely audible. I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Well, I'm sober now. Wanna talk?"
He didn't respond right away. He seemed to be shocked. I shrugged and walked back to my stuff. I started packing up. Guess I'll have to find another willing guy to fix this itch. I turned, and he was there, pressing me into the table. The feeling of him so close made me tingle.
"What would a Slytherin princess like you want with a Gryffindor like me?" He asked huskily.
"Just a little fun is all." I purred back.
"Are you sure this isn't some trick?" He asked.
"You're the prankster here Fred." I smirked. "No tricks, no strings. Just purely physical." One of his hands moved to my hip pulling me a little closer. "Are you in?" His answer was quick. He crashed his lips against mine, pulling me closer with his other hand in my hair. My breath flew out of me. It was just as good as I remembered. Sparks flew and my body grew warm. I moaned into the kiss. He pulled away.
"Wanna go somewhere a little more…private?" I smiled.
"Thought you'd never ask." I told him to meet me in an empty classroom and left instructing him to wait a few minutes before following me. I quickly made my way to our meeting spot. I was finally going to get this annoying itch fixed! I had to wait only a few short minutes before Fred stepped into the room, closing the door and casting a few spells around the room.
"Honestly, I thought you might not be here. Still thought it could be a prank." He chuckled as he walked to me sitting on the large desk at the front of the room.
"Less talking. More touching." I quickly pulled him back to me. I know, I know this was all very fast. But I needed to get this redhead out of my system. What I said to Sarah was true. One last fling before I get married off, that's all I need. Our tongues danced for dominance as we explored each other. One hand traced his chest, feeling the ripple of well-trained muscles, while the other went to his belt. I felt him stiffen for a moment, before intensifying our kiss. He pulled my hair, causing me to tilt my head exposing my neck. He planted kisses up and down my neck before he light grazed a spot below my ear with his teeth. I let out a breathy moan. I could feel his smirk against my skin.
Not to be out done, I finally freed his belt and pulled his zipper down. I let my fingers lightly graze his erection through his boxers. He groaned and tried to rub himself more fully against my hand. One of his hands began to trail down my body, working to free me of my school shirt. He finally got what he wanted, pushing my shirt down my shoulders and reaching around to free me of my bra. I quickly threw both over to the side and pulled his shirt over his head. God, he was built. Years as a beater had done him well. He was toned and lean, with freckles dotting his skin. He pulled my face back to his, biting my bottom lip. His hands massaged my breast as I pushed his pants and boxers from his hips. I took him in my hand, enjoying the sharp intake of breath this caused from him. I started pumping as he travelled down my body to take a nipple in his mouth.
"Fred" I groaned. I needed him now. He paid me no mind as one of his hands finally drifted down to my sex. He grazed me lightly over my underwear and I bucked into his hand. He continued this for another minute before he pushed my underwear to the side and slipped a finger in me. God I was wet. He slowly pumped his digit in and out before sliding in a second finger. My free hand scratched down his back as the other continued its work on his member.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed his hand away, instead guiding him to my entrance. He gladly took the hint. His hooded eyes found mine as he pushed into me. He stilled for a moment, then set a quick pace. I gladly met every thrust. I leaned back on the desk, dropping my legs wider to give him more room. He started hitting me even deeper. I could feel my orgasm building. His hands found my breasts again, teasing the nipples.
"Say it again." He groaned. I could tell he was close too.
"Fred" I loudly moaned as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot. My back lifted off the desk as I rode out my orgasm. Fred quickly followed, dropping down to lay on me. Our breathing was heavy as we both laid there for a minute. I was the first to move, reaching for my wand to accio my clothes to me. Fred moved so he was leaning against the desk next to me instead of on me.
"Thanks Weasley. That was fun." I said buttoning my shirt. I'm sure I looked a mess.
"Anytime McKay." He smirked as he pulled his shirt back on. I grabbed the rest of my stuff and walked to the door. I paused, just as I was about to leave and looked back at Fred.
"You know where to find me. You know, if you ever want a repeat performance." I smirked and left. I wonder how long it will take Sarah to notice my improved mood?
