A/N: Sorry, I have been sick with the flu. Had to stay home for three days, and I had the fever, but now my main problem is breathing through my nose! Oh well, I'm almost over it. Please review! I am desperate to hear some sort of feedback from one you! It really brightens my day! So please! Don't make me beg, I am a Slytherin, and we don't do begging so well.
Pansy was again sitting out on the porch, watching the sky and thinking about how life could have been. How life should have been. Her sights landed on a particular patch of grass. She couldn't stop looking at it, amazed at how the blades were shaped, and how every single blade of grass has something unique about them…..almost like people.
"What are you thinking about Parkinson," Theo said gruffly as she sat down next to her. Pansy looked at him out of the corner of her eyes before returning to look at the blades of grass.
"You wouldn't understand Nott, so just do us both a huge favor and leave me alone," she replied, but the young man just snorted before leaning back on his elbows and looking out to the field, a smirk on his face.
"I understand a lot more than you think Pansy. And it's not always good to be left alone with your own thoughts, they can be dark, and all encompassing. They can make it seem like there isn't any light at the end of the tunnel, and as if you weren't good enough for this world," he told her, his voice sounding more and more distant as he spoke, thinking about all of the darkness in his life. He broke out of his reverie when he stopped speaking and looked at her, "So, I repeat, what are you thinking about Parkinson?"
She looked at him before answering, thinking on whether or not she should tell the truth. She decided to tell the truth, "I thought about how life could have been if I made different decisions, and how every blade of grass seems to have something unique about them, like people." Theo nodded in understanding, amazing Pansy out how much he's changed. He used to be so much more aggressive, and all over the place. But now he was calm, and it looked very good on him. She couldn't help but stare at his strong jaw, his curly chestnut colored hair, and his broad shoulders.
"I always try to remind myself that I can't change the past, or the decisions I made in them, but I can make a difference in my future," he told her. She nodded in understanding before deciding to go into murky territory.
"You tried to kill Dumbledore," she stated and he nodded in confirmation. His expression turned sad, but had a cold edge to it.
"I did. All for this," he said then lifted his left arm sleeve up to reveal the dark mark. Pansy stared at it, almost in awe at the evil that was radiating off of the tattoo. She looked up into his brown eyes that showed all of his disgust for what he has now permanently marring his skin. He looked at her, some of the disgust disappearing, "I made a mistake, and I plan to fix it."
"That's why you're here, to help them fight when they need it," Pansy stated, and Theo just nodded once before moving to pull his sleeve down. Pansy stopped him by lightly placing her hand on his. He looked up at her, confusion covering his face. She smiled softly before saying, "Don't hide this."
"Why," he asked, not understanding at all. Usually people looked at the mark with disgust, fear, and very few with respect and awe. But the way she looked at it. As if it was almost something to be admired. He didn't understand what had brought that sort of reaction, but it highlighted her beauty and made him see her differently. She had grown up from the pug-nosed girl whose every thought was Draco Malfoy.
"Because this isn't something you should be ashamed of. It's just another scar that has made you into the man you are today," she explained and he looked at her closely.
"Do you wear your scars with such pride?"
Her face fell quickly and she practically scurried to get up, "My scars go farther than just skin deep. I'm going to go take a nap. I'll see you later." She left him alone on the porch as she ran up to her room, her heart beating wildly as memories began to invade her mind. They were all memories of fear, pain, and her father's hands on her body. Pansy slid to the floor, her back against the door, tears streaming down her face. She knew the nightmares would come tonight, and she tried to think of anything else to prevent that. But nothing was working, the memories were still invading her mind. She would never be able to get away from her monsters.
~0~0~
It was a lounge about day at the flat, everyone exhausted from everything that is going on. Two of the Americans were staying in George's room, and Lilia couldn't seem to relax. She couldn't find anything to occupy her mind. She tried everything from reading to even cross stitch to just stop thinking about things, but she couldn't, and she had the needle pricks to prove it. Fred watched her anxiousness, a smile on his face when he finally decided to intervene.
"Love, if you move anymore you're going to give yourself a cramp in the leg and an ulcer for your worrying," he told her as he walked in, a smirk on his face. Lilia sighed rubbing her face tiredly before plopping down in one of the chairs. Fred crouched in front of her, gently pulling her hands away from her face, "What's wrong?" Lilia groaned out in frustration.
"I don't know what's wrong! I just can't relax. I feel like something is watching me, but every time I look over my shoulder, nothing is there! And it's bothering the crap out of me," she explained to him, and sighed when Fred began to rub her arms slowly.
"You're just stressed. Understandable. We all are. But there isn't anything to do right now. The Americans are here and safe, so all you have to do is take a few deep breaths and calm down," Fred told her, and Lilia rewarded him a with a pointed look.
"That's much easier said than done," she replied, and was a bit confused when Fred's smile became more of a smirk as he leaned in towards her. Lilia's breath caught in her throat as his body pressed closer to hers, and his hot breath tickled in her face.
"I know a way to help you relax," he said, his voice husky as he leaned in closer, their lips barely touching.
"Is that so," she asked, when he nodded she leaned in closer, their lips finally touching, "Why don't you show me then?" He closed in the last remaining space, crashing his lips to hers. Lilia's hands went to cup his neck, pulling him even closer.
"Gladly," he grunted out as he sat up more, wrapping her legs around his waist. He easily lifted her up and proceeded to the bedroom as they continued to kiss. Her hands and lips were everywhere. Her nails scratched down his back as she kissed his neck, and smirked when she heard moan as she sucked on his pulse point. She squealed when he threw her down on the bed, and felt her desire intensify when she saw the hungry look on his face.
"You are so beautiful," he said before moving in to kiss her again. She gasped when he tore her shirt apart, the buttons popping, and he proceeded to kiss down her neck and chest. When he reached the top of her breasts he began to slow down and take his time, breathing in her scent and taking in her taste. Lilia's hand were in his hair, lightly massaging his scalp as he continued down body with light kisses and nips, only stopping when he reached the top of her pants.
"I missed you," Lilia breathed out, and Fred looked up at her as he unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down. He pulled her pants down slowly, his calloused hands grazing her legs lightly before he pulled them completely off and gathered her in his arms. He held her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin and smooth body against his.
"I'll always be here love," he whispered in her ear, then grunted when Lilia flipped them over and pushed him back into the bed, a smirk on her face. She shook her head and made an admonishing sound against her teeth.
"This will not do," she said as she looked at him up and down, "You're still fully dressed. We must remedy the situation immediately." She smirked again as she flicked her wrist and suddenly all of his clothes, and what was left of hers, disappeared. Fred sat up and puller her closer so that she was straddling his lap.
"Do you know how much I love you," he asked, and when she shook her head ha grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his hard member. Lilia hummed in appreciation, making both of them smile.
"Yes, that is a very large amount," she replied as she stroked him up and down. Fred hummed in satisfaction before kissing down her neck, sucking at her pulse point. She gasped as she squeezed his shoulder with her hand, and began to rock against him. Fred moved down to her shoulder, and when Lilia's rocking became more fervent, he bit down on her shoulder, a groan escaping him.
"If you continue this way, we aren't going to get very far," he mumbled out against her skin. Lilia gently placed her hands on his face, making him look her in the eye. Every time she looked into his blue eyes she was filled with immense warmth in her heart. She loved him with all of her being, and felt a connection with him so immense, that she couldn't stand to be away from him for more than a few hours. She never would have thought that she would be so tied to someone. She always that if she was, she would be tied down, trapped in a cage. But it was the opposite with Fred. He freed her body and soul.
"I know we are going to go far Fred," she said, her voice carrying a deeper meaning of the words than what was originally meant. Fred pulled her face to his and kissed her lips hungrily. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and lifted her up to gently slide his member in to her hot core. Lilia dropped her head back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a small o as a deep and long moan escaped her lips. Fred held on to her tightly as he thrust into her, each time harder with each moan that left her mouth.
Lilia kissed him again, but softly, completely opposite the pace they were making love at. Lilia was gasping with each thrust, and Fred flipped them over so that he could go even deeper than before. Their bodies were pressed closely together, and Lilia grasped his shoulders as Fred cupped her face with one of his hands. Lilia began to feel the coiling in her belly, and the sweet, intense tension in her body that told her she was close. Fred could feel how close she was as her body begun to shake, and her moans became short grunts.
"Come for me baby," he whispered against her lips, but Lilia shook her head.
"Together," she groaned out as she tried to hold on for him. Fred kissed her, his teeth grazing her lip as he began to thrust harder and faster, close to coming as well. The moans mingled in the air, and Lilia felt her body tense up and shake as she came, feeling Fred come as well. She felt as if she was stuck like that, stuck in complete content as she finished coming down from her high. Fred seemed stuck in his high as well, but finally relaxed with a long groan. Instead of collapsing on top of her though he pulled her close and lied down on the side, pulling her close. Lilia finally relaxed, releasing a deep sigh, and a grin on her face.
The air smelled of sweat and sex and them, and Lilia loved it. She loved how their chests were moving up and down together. In sync, that's what they were. Lately they have even been finishing each other's sentences, and hardly even had to tell the other what one of them wanted. She loved feeling that connection with him, and hoped that it would never go away. As these happy thoughts ran through her mind, Fred lightly stroked her cheek, his blue eyes shining.
"What are you thinking about," he said softly to her, and Lilia scooted closer to him so that she was right up against him and her head was placed in the crook of his neck.
"Us. And about how happy I am. I never thought I would say something like this, but you complete me, on so many levels. I don't know where I would be without you," she told him, her breath hitting his neck. They held on to each other tightly, their eyes beginning to drift closed as their exhaustion began to set in.
"Did I relax you," Fred mumbled out, making Lilia smile.
"Yes. I am very relaxed now," she replied, her voice carrying a slight chuckle.
"Good," he grunted out, and she allowed her eyes to drift closed, her content exhaustion overtaking her.
~0~0~
It was two hours later and Lilia woke up to thumping outside their door. Lilia quickly got up and slid out of bed, putting on her underwear and Fred's shirt on over her. It barely covered her because she was so tall, but she didn't care as she kicked Fred's butt with her foot, startling him awake.
"What," he grumbled out as he sat up, his eyes still a bit dull from sleep. Lilia had her hand on her hip and a smirk on her face when he was fully aware of her.
"Get up, someone is outside," she told him before grabbing her wand and waiting for Fred to get some pants on. When he did, and had his wand in his hand she walked out of their bedroom quietly, both of them fully on alert. It was a tense minute until they reached the living room and saw Draco standing in the center, a paper in his hand and tears in his eyes.
"Draco? What's wrong," Lilia asked as she lowered her wand and walked up to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
"Pansy tried to kill herself," he told her before looking at the couple up and down, his eyes widening comically, "What the hell are you two wearing?"
"Don't you mean not wearing," Fred asked, but Draco was still too surprised to speak. Fred took his silent as confirmation and began to explain, "Well you see Draco, when a man and a woman love you each other very much they try to show their love through…."
"AH! Ah! I don't want to hear this," Draco cried, cutting Fred off, his cheeks turning a light pink. Fred just continued talking.
"….And then the woman's best friend drops in, waking them from a very great and satisfying nap. And that's how we ended up like this," Fred ended cheerfully, a grin on his face as Draco covered his ears and sang loudly to himself. Lilia grinned before placing her hand on Draco's shoulder again, pulling his attention back to her. Her face was somber again when she spoke.
"We'll get dressed and get Louis and Fitzy and we'll head over to the safe house. I'm sure she is fine Draco," Lilia told him, and was surprised when he suddenly wrapped her in a hug.
"I hope you're right," he whispered in her ear, and Lilia felt her heart break when she heard the hopelessness in his voice.
"Oi! You can't hug my wife like that when she's not completely dressed! Get off," Fred joked, and the two friends broke away, smiles on their faces. Lilia pulled away before grabbing Fred by the ear.
"Let's go," she said before pulling him into the bedroom and shut the door. When they were alone they gave each other a look. Fred grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently.
"He'll get through this," Fred whispered, and Lilia nodded.
"I hope you're right," she whispered back before moving around their room and began to get dressed. She didn't know what she was going to do if Draco didn't get through this war. She had no clue.
A/N: Ok! This chapter was super hard to write! So please review and tell me if it came out ok, because this is my first time writing a scene like that. So yea…review and tell me! I'm pretty apprehensive about it. Till next time!