CHAPTER 37 – PREVAILING CULMINATION
'...and when you mix the two potions together the result is prevalently accurate in accordance with the objective."
Done and done.
I put my quill down and took a deep breath through my nose, exhaling long and slow out my mouth.
The last sentence of my last exam for this year over with; it had been a long, long couple of weeks. Scanning the Great Hall I took in the sight of my fellow students; heads down, scribbling away at their papers.., glancing at my watch I noticed that there was around five minutes left and it was nearly noon.
I'd studied my ass off these past couple of weeks. From that last night in Weasley HQ where Fred had offered me a proposition; I study diligently and do as I'm told. I do not distract him, I do not tempt him in any way, in the hope I actually pass my exams. That Fred does not lead me down some dark distractive path and we both come out of it smelling of roses. My reward is a summer with my one and true love, the incorrigible, dark, wicked, tantalising Fred Weasley.
I pressed my lips together in indulged satisfaction. I'd held my part of the bargain together, had Fred done the same? Of course he had. I was destined for a summer with Fred, a summer at the Burrow with my obsession. It had been an arduous two weeks. Difficult keeping my distance from him, touching him, craving him, trying not in any way make him want to ravage me. It had been very, very, very hard...I wish.
I felt like I was partaking in some vicious detox. My body and mind in torturous withdrawal from what it had become dependent on. The last couple of weeks consisted of one week solid study and one week of study combined with exams. Now during this time I had minimum contact with Fred. Meaning, I saw him, we ate together, he'd walk me to some of my study classes, to the library but he never lingered. I was restricted to hand holding, embraces, chaste kisses; I mean there was minimal tongue, well not enough to satisfy me!
To say that I was craving him, needing him would be oversimplification. But now it was time to end my suffering, or so I hoped. Fred's last exam had been yesterday, so now we were both free. Fred knew the bargain we'd agreed on. I'd been a good girl, I done as was ordered by him so assiduously. I never pushed him, never tempted him. I was beyond patient. I wondered if Fred had endured as much torture these past couple of weeks as I had. He'd never shown it, he was always in control. He has so much fucking control; I was jealous.
One evening a couple of nights ago he'd met me at the library late. I'd been studying for a while and he'd insisted on walking me back to my common room at an agreed time. I was tired and snarky. I was desperate for exams to finish and slightly jealous that Fred's last one would be the following morning. I'd allowed myself to daydream towards the end of my scheduled study time, being in the library of all places didn't help; my imagination ran enthusiastically out of control. I became fascinated with the dark mahogany desks scattered around and envisaged being bent over one of them by Fred, my fingernails digging into the wood, my skirt being lifted from behind, and Fred's hand running up my ass...
I'd squeezed my thighs together tightly and counted to almost one hundred after that little fantasy. I'd had to remind myself repeatedly I was in a public place and not to get lost in my lurid wicked thoughts.
I guessed Fred couldn't imagine why I'd been so flustered and feverish upon his arrival. He said nothing at the time, even though I knew he'd noticed. But I did not miss the fact that his eyes had darkened inconspicuously when he'd glanced briefly towards the restricted section.
But now my mourning period was over. Exams were done, finished, concluded and I grinned like a Cheshire cat.
Just a couple more days and school would be over for the summer and I would find myself on a train with Fred destined for the Burrow. I was finally going to be alone with him that was after I'd met his entire family. My tummy did a nervous little leap at the idea. I hoped they would like me. I wanted to meet their approval; I wanted them to accept me as part of Fred's life. I wanted to belong, to belong with him.
My muggle parents, much to my utter shock had agreed to my summer at the Burrow with the Weasley family. Their deal breaker was that they insisted I keep in touch, they'd said daily but we'd finally agreed on once a week. I had to explain to them that the magic community didn't use telephones and they were to expect Owls. I honestly thought I'd get an outright 'no' from them over the trip. I mean they'd not seen me since the last school break in early spring. You'd think they'd demand their only daughter come home for the summer and visit them. And then there was the fact I was to spend the summer at my boyfriend's home, I especially thought my strict Scottish father would have something to say about that. But then a letter to them from Mr and Mrs Weasley had been the clincher in the deal. Fred's parents had sold them on the idea and I wondered curiously what exactly they had said to convince my parents on the invitation.
It was announced by the exam moderators that it was time to finish. Pupil's papers were handed in and we were finally excused from the Great Hall in a quiet and polite manner. I myself had to fight the urge to skip out of there with a massive shit eating grin on my face.
'I'm free, free' I'd wanted to scream. 'I'm going to the Burrow to get finally ravaged by Fred Weasley...I'm going to have sex...'
Thankfully I'd managed to keep my lips sealed and left the Great Hall in a diligent and silent manner like everyone else.
As I exited the massive double doors I inhaled sharply when I saw the tall red head leaning languidly against the wall opposite me.
I'd been expecting Fred and was surprised to see George there, seemingly awaiting me. I paused, staring at him curiously, his eyes smiled when he noticed. I slowly approached and he straightened himself out.
"How was it Knight? Did you survive Potions?" he grinned giving my shoulder a friendly shove.
"Piece of cake" I shrugged off and grinned back.
"Yeah, yeah...we'll see" he chuckled.
I was about to ask him where his brother was when I noticed a rucksack belonging to me hanging over his shoulder. The delicate flowery patterned bag looked kind of ridiculous on George's masculine looking arm.
I screwed my face up in confusion.
"What's going on? Where's Fred?" I asked as my eyes drifted between his amused face and my flowery feminine bag.
Last time I'd seen my boyfriend had been dinner, the previous evening. He left sharply after that, telling me to cram in some more study time for Potions and left leaving me with only a peck on the cheek. It had irked me a little.
"We are leaving?" George explained.
"Leaving?" I shook my head not understanding.
"You and I..." he gestured with his hand between us. "We are leaving for the Burrow...right now!"
The Burrow?
Now?
But, but...
"We can't be leaving right now...I've not packed yet, I need to pack. Where's Fred?" My words came out in a rambled rush.
"Relax would you Knight. It's done. Sophie packed your trunk with all your things last night when you were having dinner with Fred".
"She did? Why, I mean how did she know to do that?" I was a little perplexed.
"Fred's instructions, he wanted you organised for a sharp exit from Hogwarts as soon as you'd finished your final exam. He collected your trunk last night when you were in the library studying for Potions..."
"But why?"
"Because he wanted to take it with him when he left?" George shrugged.
"He's gone!" I almost shrieked.
George just nodded.
"Left last night, took your things with him"
I scratched my head and began to pace back and forth.
"He's gone; he didn't even wait for me?" I mumbled to myself.
I didn't know what to think. I was a little hurt to be honest; I was hurt and confused by his odd behaviour. I thought we'd be travelling together to his home, that we'd arrive at the same time and he'd introduce me to his family ...I'd had it all worked out in my head like that.
"Fred's had a change of plans, he wanted to go on ahead; he had things to do. He'll be there now Claudia, waiting for your arrival. It's my job to get you there in one piece" George explained.
I scowled, still perplexed by this latest twist.
"When do we leave?" I sighed.
"Now Knight, we leave right now, we have a train to catch" he muttered impatiently and glanced at his watch.
"But...I ...I'm still in my school uniform, I need to pick up some things..." I said frantically, feeling rushed all of a sudden.
He removed my flowery bag from his shoulder and handed it to me.
"Change of clothes, etc is in there, and before you accuse me of rummaging through your personal things she did it...." he pointed behind me.
I turned and spotted my two best friends Sophie and Bobby grinning smugly at my back.
"You!" I pointed with my finger.
"Just following orders from you're overbearing and dominant boyfriend" she laughed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I accused. "What's with all the secrecy?"
Sophie's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"I value my life, I'm not going to disobey your boyfriend and his covert plans" Sophie said dryly.
She took a couple of steps closer and wrapped her arms around me and I knew this was our good bye for the summer.
"I'm sure he has some sordid agenda up his sleeve, he was very precise about you leaving early..." she whispered in my ear, her words laced with innuendo.
I pulled back and gave her a bewildered look. She grinned in response.
Bobby came forward next and gave me a long tight squeeze as he wrapped his arms around me then said his goodbyes.
"So what are your plans this summer?" I asked quickly knowing we didn't have a lot of time.
"Bobby is going to spend half the summer at my home and then I'm going to spend the second half at his home..." Sophie winked.
"I'm going to miss you two, it's been a crazy year" I sighed, feeling suddenly emotional.
"A lot has changed Clauds...hasn't it?" Sophie chuckled.
"Um, that would be an understatement" I laughed.
George cleared his throat intently behind me.
Sophie rolled her eyes at him.
"Give us a second..." she chastised, and shooed Bobby over towards George as she pulled us both away from them.
"Big changes coming for you..." she whispered.
"I can't believe you are in on this, what's going on? Why did Fred do this?" I asked her in a hushed tone.
"Don't know, he just arrived in our dorm and started dishing out orders. Said he was leaving for home and wanted you to be able to depart for the Burrow immediately after your last exam. He wasn't prepared to wait for School to finish officially for summer; he wouldn't wait those extra few days. He seemed in a rush to get you there, said it was easier this way." Sophie tried to explain.
Then her hand tightened around my wrist.
"Be careful Claudia, be prepared, you didn't see the look in his eyes when he left" she warned ominously.
My stomach tightened at her words.
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
"He was so focused on something, not the packing...something else. Like he had a plan all worked out and this was all part of it. That this part right now didn't matter and all that mattered was getting you to him quickly. His eyes were so...so" she looked distracted as she remembered.
"So... What?" I demanded.
"So... starved. And avidly ravenous. He's quite intimidating when he's like that. I can see why you are so obsessed." Sophie grinned, licking her lips.
"Don't be such a pervert" I admonished.
"Listen, he's been waiting long enough for you. Let's just say, I don't see him waiting any longer. I just want you to be careful that's all. Fred's a greedy man, a strong man, just...just be careful. I hope you are bloody ready for whatever he's got in store for you because I think by the time he's done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week" her tone was not amusing in any way, she was dead pan serious.
I gulped. My mouth suddenly desert dry.
"You're exaggerating" I tried to sound light hearted though inside my heart was pounding hard, the mere idea of it making me dizzy.
"Why did he wait so long to claim you? Tell me that?" she asked.
"He said I wasn't ready" I shrugged.
"Maybe... maybe you weren't, and maybe he wanted you away from here so he could do whatever he liked to you with no interruptions, pound you into oblivion..."
I choked at her words, but she continues on earnestly.
"One thing is for sure, he's not willing to wait anymore. I think all his restraint has finally crumbled and that leaves you my dear best friend...literally fucked"
"You're sounding ridiculous, his whole family will be there and I know that for a fact" I explained.
"And very shortly you are no longer going to be a virgin Claudia Knight, I saw the look in his eyes, I know that for a fact" she retorted.
My tummy flipped.
"Good, I've waited long enough" I said casually, too casually.
Sophie rolled her eyes and shook her head at me.
"Oh Claudia, believe me...you have a lot to learn and I'm not going to be around for you to talk to. I think you'll find this summer is going to be your education, if rumours of Fred are to be believed" she added darkly.
"Rumours...what rumours? Are they about us?" I demanded, not understanding her meaning.
"I should have told you this a long time ago but I didn't want to scare you?" she sighed.
"Back the fuck up there a minute. What are you saying here? And why the hell am I just hearing about it now?" I whisper yelled.
Sophie grabbed me by the shoulders.
"I thought it was a load of bullshit you know, girl's talk a load of crap in the toilets sometimes; gossip. You overhear things in the stalls over the years about the size of Fred's um...wand and such. And we know that little gem was actually fairly accurate. Now I'm thinking the rest might not be too far off the mark"
"Girls...we need to leave, we have a train leaving imminently!" George growled impatiently from a few feet away.
I gave Sophie a death glare and awaited her to continue, ignoring George.
"Let's just say he has assertive tastes..." Sophie muttered in a hurry.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
But before she could respond I felt a large hand wrap around my arm.
"We have a train leaving in a matter of minutes and if we are not on that train, my brother will murder me" George said gravely.
Sophie gave me an acute 'your fucked' look to me. Which made no sense at all? Then she wrapped her arms tight around my neck, kissed my cheek and scurried away towards Bobby.
Coward, abandoner!
"Good luck, I'll be thinking of you" Sophie yelled as George grabbed me by the hand, swung my bag over his shoulder and dragged me out of Hogwarts.
After a quick change of clothes and washing my flustered face with a cold wet paper towel, I immerged from the tiny compact toilet in the Hogwarts Express and stumbled towards my compartment. Sliding the door open and closing it behind me I was greeted with the smell of food.
George and I had a compartment to ourselves due to the fact that school had not officially finished and the train was fairly empty. Dressed in denims and a dark top he sat casually on one of the seats, his long legs propped up on the ones opposite.
"That's better" George said approvingly as he eyed me in my white fitted t-shirt, short denim skirt and white converse, my bag hung on my shoulder, a grey zipped hooded sweatshirt in my hand. I threw my things down on the chair and glanced at the food there.
"I bought some pasties and snacks off the trolley for us, there's something to drink there too" he smiled.
"That was very thoughtful of you" I observed, grabbing a pumpkin pasty and a carton of apple juice.
I sat on the seat opposite him, mindful to stay out the way of his large feet propped up next to me.
We sat there in silence for a while, eating our lunch and listening to the chugging of the train running along the tracks as the Scottish countryside flew past our window.
"So how does it feel to be free from exams?" asked George, finally breaking the silence as I stared outside the window?
I met his warm eyes and smiled.
"Good. Very, very good" I sighed.
"Been a long couple of weeks?" he asked.
"Too long, I had to work my ass off to hopefully pass those exams; I wasn't up to my usual standard"
George nodded his head; he knew exactly what I was referring to.
"But here you are, it's all over and now you have a long summer to relax and forget about Hogwarts" he grinned.
I returned it.
"My reward, I know, I can't wait to get to the Burrow. I still can't believe my parents agreed to this." I said, shaking my head.
George's expression changed, he pressed his lips together in a hard line. As if he was trying to prevent himself from saying something.
"Well, my parent's letter must have convinced them to make the right decision" he muttered.
And I did not miss the flash of something strange behind his eyes. Only problem was I didn't know what it meant.
We just stared at each other for a long moment, both of us scrutinising.
"So what's the plan here, you've got me on the train, now what?"
He scratched his chin lazily.
"Well we have a few hours to kill here, then we when we arrive at Kings Cross there is a portkey at the station we can use to get us within walking distance of the Burrow" he explained.
"What are your parents like? Are they really okay with me staying at your home? Will they like me?" I sounded suddenly very insecure.
George laughed.
"One question at a time Knight..." he shook his head exasperated.
Then he focused on my frown and caved.
"My parents are just like yours probably, except for the whole muggle thing. You staying is not an issue, Harry and Hermione stay all the time. Of course they will like you; they saw how much Fred cared about you when he was home during his recovery. They've wanted to meet you for a long time."
"Oh..." was my only articulate response.
George was quiet again and there was a strange look in his eyes.
"You always seek others approval Knight, what is that all about?" he asked genuinely curious.
"Hard habit to break I guess, years of insecurity thanks to your brother no doubt" I shrugged.
George stiffened at my response, I hadn't meant for it to sound bitter. I was just acknowledging a fact. I'd already forgiven Fred a long time ago for all of that. Things were different now. The situation made sense because now I understood why it happened in the first place.
"He fucked up back then; I hope he never fucks up again. I won't let him do that to you" George announced, suddenly serious.
"It is alright, everything is all right" I assured, meaning the situation between Fred and myself.
George's eyes tightened.
"I feel protective of you like you are part of my family now. I just know my brother and I don't want him to hurt you. Not that he would intentionally it's just... just"
What was it with everyone talking riddles about Fred? I think I had my boyfriend figured out by now.
"Just. What?"
"Just I know my brother better than anyone and you are so very innocent Claudia" he sighed.
Not this again?
"Are we seriously going to condescend the virgin again? I've heard this like a million times already, I wish people would get over the fact that I'm a pathetic virgin, it's really starting to irritate me" I was frustrated and my frustration overtook any kind of embarrassment I should be having over discussing my sexual status with George.
"I'm not being condescending" he snapped back.
"Well you know what George, I wish people would get over the fact I've never slept around and am completely inexperienced with the male of the species. You are all starting to make me feel like a freak".
"Well then I'm a freak too" George muttered.
I began to choke suddenly on the dry air in the small compartment.
Did he really just say what I think he said?
"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously.
"Are you going to make me admit it aloud" he groaned, dragging his fingers through his hair.
"No way, you can't be. I mean you're a Weasley twin, you're Fred's twin and you...you, you can't be a ..." I couldn't say the word.
"Virgin?" he finished.
The context of our conversation finally sunk in and I flushed scarlet.
George chuckled.
"Only you Claudia Knight would be embarrassed at someone else's confession" he shook his head at me in amusement.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked timidly.
"Because, you think I'm being condescending towards you and I'm trying to explain why that would be impossible" he replied, stating the obvious.
I felt like a moron.
"I'm sorry" I said.
"For my lack of sexual experience?" he laughed, raising his brow at me.
"No, no" I shook my head, "For me being a complete and utter idiot who makes assumptions and doesn't think before they speak. You've been a very good friend to me this year. One of the best friends I've ever had next to Sophie and believe me George that is a compliment" I confessed candidly.
He just smiled back.
"You really have, you've been there from day one with the whole Fred thing, always saying the right thing, guiding me in the best direction. You're a good person. And I honestly can't understand why no girl has snagged you. I mean, you and Fred were always surrounded by girls..."
"Well maybe I'm just like you and was waiting for someone I loved to come along" he admitted with stark honesty.
"She'll be a lucky girl when she does" I encouraged.
He just gave me a lopsided smile.
"Does Fred know...?"
His incredulous look answered my question.
"You are twins, of course he knows." I said to myself.
"Look Claudia, which gets me back to what we were discussing in the first place. Keep an open mind with Fred, I think you know better than most to expect the unexpected with my brother and that is all I'm saying on the matter" and he folded his arms and leaned his head back against his seat.
I stared at him with curiosity. A year ago I thought I had the Weasley twins all figured out and how wrong was I. They were both very complicated and different individuals and above everything that I'd learned this year was to not judge people until you know the whole story behind them, until you are patient and learn who they really are.
"It's your birthday this summer, soon in fact" commented George, taking the conversation in a completely different direction.
"Yeah, I guess it is"
"You'll soon be 17 like Fred and I" he grinned, "You'll be celebrating your birthday at the Burrow".
"Oh yeah, you're right I will. I hadn't even thought of that" I admitted.
"Other things on your mind?" he said knowingly.
"Sort of..." I blushed and glanced back towards the window.
I was awoken abruptly with George's grip on my shoulder, shaking me gently.
I'd fallen asleep and from the pain in my neck I'd had been asleep for a number of hours.
"Are we there yet?" I mumbled almost incoherently.
"Yes Knight, we're there" George laughed.
We departed the Hogwarts Express and made our way to what appeared to be a domestic's store room in a quiet corner of Kings Cross Station. I yawned, trying to shake off the last remnants of my sleep as George pulled his wand from his pocket and whispered a spell to unlock the door. We both slipped inside unseen by the rest of the muggle's.
"So where's the portkey?" I asked glancing around at the cleaning products and brooms stacked up against the wall.
He rummaged around for a few minutes.
"Here we are!" he announced pointing at a bottle of bleach.
I screwed my eyes up.
"Seriously" I asked
"Seriously, that's our portkey" he chuckled.
We both placed our hands on it, we suddenly were propelled backwards and upwards with such a fast momentum that it stole my breath away, air rushed around us making me dizzy and I closed my eyes tight.
A few moments later I fell to the ground with a thud and gasped as the wind was nearly knocked out of me.
Finally opening my eyes when I felt George come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist to lift me gently to my feet.
It was dusk now, the light was almost gone and we were in the middle of some woods. I'd landed on the forest floor that was covered in soft vegetation and pine needles.
"You okay there Knight?" George asked fraternally as he brushed some leaves and dirt from my clothes.
"I'm good" I said breathlessly.
"That was your first time wasn't it?" George chuckled before giving me a wink.
I laughed out loud.
"Yeah, I lost my portkey virginity with you George"
He let out a loud bellowing laugh and I stared at him wide eyed and grinning.
"Come on" he chuckled, grabbing my hand. "We better not leave him waiting much longer" and I assumed he was meaning his brother Fred.
We walked in silence and the shroud of darkness seemed to suddenly envelope us in the woods. George kept a tight hold of my hand, much to my reassurance. I didn't much care for the surroundings of dark wooded areas.
After a short while we came to a break in the trees and were suddenly in an open grassy area, like a large field or meadow.
"There it is" gestured George ahead of him.
I followed his eyes and saw the Burrow for the first time.
I saw a building in the distance; it appeared to be lopsided and oddly shaped. It had several crooked stories attached to it, there were chimneys darted all over the place and the smell of peat burning soaked the air as the smoked drifted from the building.
I imagined many warm, orange glowing fires inside crackling away. The idea of it seemed welcoming and comforting to me.
"Where are we exactly?"
I wondered our exact location after our portkey trip.
"We are on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole, a small village in Devon. Muggles don't even know that the Burrow exists" he said with a sense of pride.
"I've always wanted to come to Devon; I heard the summers are long and warm. Makes a change from rainy Scotland" I grinned.
I noticed lots of little windows darted across the building, the warm glow of candles burning inside showed me that people were home.
Excited, I began a steady pace towards it but after a minute I stopped abruptly when I realised I was alone. I turned back and noticed that George was frozen to the spot where we previously stood together. I jogged back to him, confused.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" I asked.
He just stared at the house, a sombre look on his face. He glanced down; his warm chocolate eyes met mine. He looked almost sad.
"Come on George" I teased.
He suddenly brought his hand up to my shoulder and gave it a squeeze then smiled.
"I want you to know Claudia that I've come to admire you greatly over these last few months. You are a special person, you're a little firecracker and you amuse me to no end"
I frowned at his words. Where was this coming from?
"I've enjoyed our little chats, I've come to care about you... more than I ought to but one thing I promise is that if you ever need me then I'll always be there for you. And I mean it. I'm very sceptical of people and very few people shock me and you Knight have shocked me to no end this year" he laughed light heartedly.
I stared at him dumbfounded. A mix of emotions coursed through me. His words were heartfelt and made me feel special. George was kind and good and perhaps, much to my disbelief...even confessing that he felt more than just friendship towards me.
"Why does it feel like you're saying goodbye?" I asked in confusion.
He gave my shoulder another squeeze, rubbing his thumb back and forth.
"Because I am Knight" he admitted.
I stepped back away from him, breaking his grasp of me.
"I don't understand George" it came out like a question.
Then I looked at him properly, and I noticed something I hadn't before.
"Where is your trunk...your things George?" I asked confused.
"Back at Hogwarts" he explained.
I crossed my arms, not liking the direction this conversation was headed in.
"I don't understand what you're telling me here" I demanded.
"I'm not going with you Claudia, I'm not going home. It's not part of the plan"
"Plan" I repeated, screwing my nose up. "What plan, whose plan?"
"His plan...Claudia" and George gestured towards the crooked house before us.
"Fred" I whispered to myself as I looked back at his home.
"I told you my job was to bring you here. But alas, I have somewhere else to be"
"Where..." I demanded.
"I have to say goodbye now little firecracker"
He took a swift step nearer, wrapped his strong arms around me and gave me a tight long hug. I sunk into him. It felt nice, it felt like he cared about me, genuinely cared and that was a good feeling.
I didn't want him to go, he was supposed to be here, be with his family and me.
"Why do you have to go?" I muttered confused.
He leaned down and kissed my hair. Why did I suddenly feel chocked up? It was such a protective gesture.
"I'll see you eventually; I want you to enjoy your summer. The Burrow is a magical place, you'll love it here" he assured.
"Don't leave" I blurted out.
"I have to; you have to go on alone now Claudia, Fred is waiting for you"
A strange foreboding feeling began to rumble in the pit of my stomach. I was suddenly nervous and my inside began to ache. I was to be reunited with Fred. I was about to spend the night in his home and I wondered exactly whose bed I'd be sleeping in.
A sudden rush of heat flowed through my body and culminated between my legs, my breathing began to become a little erratic and I tried my best to hide it from George.
"You know something Knight; you've grown a lot this year. You are not the shy, quiet little girl anymore. You remember that. Don't be afraid of what comes next just follow your heart and you'll be on the right path".
I grasped his forearm one last time, my grip was tight. I was afraid. I wasn't a brave person.
"George" I whispered. It sounded like a weak plea.
"You remember everything we ever talked about don't you?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Give as good as you get. You remember?" he verified.
I laughed at this despite my fear of what was impending, the fact I felt like I was being suddenly abandoned and didn't know what awaited me.
"If he bites you bite harder..." he muttered.
I frowned.
Is that supposed to be some kind of metaphor?
"Goodbye Knight" he grinned.
George abruptly turned, pulling from my grasp and steadily headed back towards the woods. I watched him until he disappeared into the darkness and I was finally alone.
It was suddenly very quiet, too quiet. All I could hear was the sounds of the night and my own breathing. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, it wasn't even cold.
Turning back I glanced at the welcoming crooked house and began to make my way towards it. After a few minutes I was standing at the front door. I listened carefully but could hear nothing from inside, any signs of life. But I knew that people were home, there was a warm glow emanating from inside on all levels, the comforting peat burning fires assaulted my senses.
Fred was in there. My Fred!
Finally we'd be together; we'd have quality time with one another and hopefully have opportunities to be alone. He'd promised me that he'd have me here, that we'd finally be together. It was something I so desperately desired. I loved him so much, needed him to the point my body ached, it hurt to the bones when I wasn't around him. I shut my eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
"It's now or never" I whispered aloud.
I raised my closed fist and knocked the door of the Weasley home.
I held my breath, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and they sounded rushed.
My heart began to thunder with excitement.
The door swung open abruptly and a second later I was crushed up in his arms; Fred's arms. He held me tightly, possessively. He smelled good, deliciously good like peat and the woods, all masculine and earthy. I inhaled him as I sunk my face into his neck, vaguely aware I was being carried inside and the door slamming behind us.
My feet eventually returned to the ground only to have his lips on mine an instant later, he wrapped his strong muscular arm around my middle, for support, a hand grasped my chin tipping my head backwards to grant him easy access to my mouth, his tall frame cradling mine.
His lips pressed down desperately onto my own, like he'd not seen me in years. His kisses were chaste yet with a hint of being frantic. It alarmed and pleasured me all at once. I gasped when he reached my throat, feathering kisses all over.
"Fred...we shouldn't..." acutely aware that his family would join us at any second.
He pulled back abruptly and almost growled.
Seeing him for the first time, his luscious long red hair hung above his shoulders. He was dressed casually in a grey t-shirt and denims, his feet bare. His eyes burned with a strange look that I did not recognise.
The house was warm and welcoming. I felt enveloped by the gentle homely atmosphere that seemed to pulse from the building like a heartbeat.
Fred's hand snaked around the back of my neck and he glanced down at me hungrily.
"I was getting impatient little one, I hated waiting for you" he groaned.
"Really" I muttered casually. "Well I was a little irked at discovering you abandoned me at Hogwarts".
His expression changed abruptly, his eyes darkened and focused on me.
"You're here now...and you're all mine" he almost growled.
I swallowed hard.
"Where are your parents?" I asked, changing the subject. I was feeling suddenly too warm.
Fred pulled my bag from my shoulder and threw it down on a chair in the hall.
"Out" he sighed casually, bored even.
"Oh" I couldn't hide my surprise.
I pulled away from him, wanting to take in my surroundings.
"It's very quiet" I commented.
"The others are still at Hogwarts" he explained.
"You're right" I realised.
I was suddenly feeling strange. This weird impending sensation that something was about to happen. The atmosphere was charged. It was making me a little dizzy and a moderately uncomfortable. I was acutely out of my comfort zone.
I glanced up at Fred; he was studying me very carefully.
"Did you have a good journey?" he asked.
"As well as could be expected" I retorted with a little heat.
Fred cocked his brow at me.
"Care to elaborate?" he challenged.
I began to wander around, taking in my cluttered surroundings. I was actually here. I was in Fred's home, the place where he grew up. It was like unravelling a secret about him.
"Well..." I mused. "I can't say I appreciate being abandoned and then dragged from Hogwarts with no notice".
This house was fascinating, I wanted to see more. I wandered along the entrance hall, glancing into rooms as I passed until we reached the bottom of a twisted set of stairs.
Fred followed quietly, appraising me with concentrated eyes and I thought I heard him muttering words behind my back.
He looked so good here, in his home, so carefree, so relaxed. It was clearly a safe place for him.
"You're angry with me" he surmised.
I rolled my eyes.
"Would have been nice if you'd included me in your plan" I ground out.
"Oh, you were most definitely included in my plan" he breathed.
I turned from him, still pissed.
"Seems everyone was part of it except me, I thought we'd be coming here together. It would have been nice to be told you had other ideas" I huffed.
He grabbed my wrist pulling me roughly back towards him, forcing me to face him once again.
"I thought you'd like the surprise...and don't turn away from me" he growled, and scolded
His tone made my eyes widen and my lips part in a silent 'oh'.
I pulled my wrist from him.
The feelings between us felt strange to me, I felt so on edge. I sensed he was too. My body felt it, my heart rate had increased, and my breathing quickened, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
What was my body sensing?
"Where are my things?" I asked curiously.
He cocked his head. He looked so good; the grey t-shirt was taught against his muscular chest. I wanted to touch him so badly but I was still furious about the way I'd been brought here. The way George just left me outside. The whole day had been strange. It was odd. And then there were the cryptic comments from the people who claimed to care about me.
To expect the unexpected, that I was so innocent, that Fred had certain tastes...
People had a weird way of prepping my deflowering to me. I was a virgin, and they thought best to talk to me in confusing riddles like the horror of the truth of losing my virginity to Fred would be too much for me. It wasn't a punishment, it's not like I would be beaten...perhaps a little bruised though...he was strong and a large young man.
"You're things are upstairs in my room. Are you going to be angry at me for long?" he teased.
I rolled my eyes again.
I was tired and maybe a little grumpy.
"I'm exhausted, it's been a long day, maybe I should sleep" I sighed.
Fred's face fell.
"No" he grunted.
He looked displeased.
"No?" I verified.
He grinned.
"Are you telling me I'm not allowed to go to sleep?" I asked carefully.
"Not yet" and he took a couple of steps toward me.
"You don't own me Fred; I don't need your permission. You can't control me, you should realise that" I taunted back.
I knew something like that would annoy him, it's was part of the reason I'd done it. I didn't fully understand why I had the urge to though.
He growled at my taunt and I gasped when I noticed his dark eyes were ablaze. Grabbing me roughly by the arm he began to drag me up the stairs.
"Where are you taking me?" I gasped.
"Just giving you the tour" his voice low.
But his eyes were black. He was pissed with me. I meant to annoy him but this reaction was perhaps too exaggerated. Why was he so, on edge this evening? I pulled back from, him. Not cooperating fully, forcing him to really drag me up the flight of stairs behind him. I used as much resistance as I had the energy to muster. I could tell he was livid and I was on fire. A thrill rushed down my insides and I had a flashback to the library, to our first ever encounter together. Why was I going out my way to push his buttons, why was I trying to provoke him?
We passed by landings and ascending other sets of stairs.
I thought this was supposed to be a tour?
"You're angry with me now?" I breathed, trying to catch my breath. There was a lot of stairs in this house.
"You shouldn't say shit like that" he snarled ahead of me.
What? That he can't control me?
"A little sensitive this evening, are we? I'm the one who should be frustrated. I don't like when you sneak around and make decisions for me behind my back, despite how desperate I was to come here and be with you" I admitted.
He said nothing in response and still dragged me up endless stairs.
"You know I thought we'd agreed on communicating with one another, I see you're not participating in that at the moment..." I mocked him sarcastically.
We were suddenly at the top of the house, I was tired and still being dragged, a door flew open and we were abruptly in a large attic room. Two double beds on either side, a fire on the opposite wall crackled and burned. There was no other light in the room.
This was his room. My eyes darted around the room and saw my trunk sitting in the far off corner.
He turned back toward me suddenly, slamming the door at my back.
Okay, why was he so pissed?
"I know you are trying to provoke me Claudia...keep doing it?" he challenged.
Now I was pissed two. How did this turn into a full blown argument?
"Maybe I will..." I retorted, a little too caustically.
"You are so innocent Claudia, you have no idea what I'm capable of, especially now that I have you here..." he warned.
Oh here we go again.
"Innocent...? It's like a broken record" I ground out aloud, flinging my hands up in the air dramatically.
He frowned not understanding the significance of his choice of word.
I knew his family would be home at any moment. We needed to stop this argument now.
"So where are they?" I asked, changing the subject.
Fred shook his head.
Confusion marred his features.
"Who"
"You're parents; you're family...its late." I observed a little concerned.
Fred's face changed. He seemed to stand suddenly taller, he grinned a crooked grin.
My eyes widened.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked.
His eyes seemed to bore into me like he knew something I didn't.
"Where are your parents Fred?" I asked carefully
"They are on vacation..." he finally admitted. "They are in France; the whole family is headed there. They are going to meet my older brother's girlfriend; there is talk of an engagement"
"We...are...alone?"
Fred nodded, his eyes confidently appraising me and I gulped.
"When will they be back?"
"Not for a couple of weeks at least" taking a step nearer.
"It's just us" I acknowledged.
I was suddenly back in Hogwarts, back in that restricted area of the library. I felt the same as I did back then and Fred had that same look in his eyes and I knew he was thinking the exact thing as me.
"Yes, it's just us Claudia; just you and me..." his tone warmer now but still tense.
I felt a little relieved, less intimidated but still as on edge.
"Are you tired?" he breathed.
"No" I whispered my mouth dry.
"Are you hungry?" he queried.
"No" shaking my head
"We are alone Claudia...just you and I" it sounded like a warning.
"Yes, I realise that now"
He nodded taking another step closer.
"Was this part of your plan?" I asked.
He nodded again.
I bit my lip.
"I can't believe you're parents agreed to this..." I said unable to hide my shock.
"They didn't exactly know all the details" he grinned.
"What is that supposed to mean, they knew the details, and they wrote that letter to my parents?" I began but then I caught the look in his eyes.
"You're parents never wrote that letter did they Fred?" I realised, feeling suddenly very naive.
"They know you are going to stay here, just not immediately. I wrote the letter to your parents along with a little charm on the parchment, I wasn't willing to allow anyone to deny me having you here. I wasn't going to let anything or anyone hamper our time together"
Oh my...he was controlling.
"And now nothing is going to prevent me from taking what I want..." he sighed.
"And what is that?" I swallowed.
My breathing suddenly erratic, my heart beat pounding in my ears.
"All of you little one" he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I was scared and excited.
I felt dizzy.
The room felt deathly silent to me now. And I knew it was because I was alarmingly aware of the fact that I was alone in this vast and crooked home with only Fred.
We were so very alone.
My body began to pulse; I could hear my hearts steady pounding rhythm within my ears. My skin prickled, my palms began to feel moist and damp. My nerves were giddy and frivolous.
Fred's posture changed, he approached me very slowly and then began to walk circles around me in the room almost like he was stalking me, like I was his prey.
It was hysterically terrifying seeing him like this but oh my...so thrilling, so beyond anything I'd ever anticipated.
I was shocked that I liked it. I liked feeling this way.
I liked feeling so incredibly powerless to him.
"Now" I asked, my voice a breathless whisper. Was this really happening now?
He nodded his reply to me.
"Now" he growled deep and low from his throat.
"No more waiting Claudia...you are mine and I will show you how I'll make you forever mine..." he ground out in a moan.
I grunted as I was suddenly propelled backwards against the wall, Fred's hands were roughly grasping around my waist and dragging my up the wooden panels until he had my hips aligned with his, wrapping my legs around his pelvis and pinning me to his bedroom wall.
I gasped at the shock of his quick movements. The feel of his already painful erection strained against me, my denim skirt pulled upwards around my middle and I could feel the coarse denim clad hardness pushing into my centre.
His mouth was on mine hungrily; forcing his way past my lips he deepened the kiss quickly with his tongue. He kissed greedily and passionately and I whimpered into his mouth. Our lips clashed with each other, our tongues fighting for control but it was made very clear to me who was in total control.
Fred ground his hips repeatedly into mine and I mewled into his mouth with every rocking motion.
We kissed like this for a long time, leaving my body aching for more, something deeper and more intense.
His hands were suddenly under my thighs and I was lifted into the air carried across the room until I was thrown down onto a large soft bed; the one nearest the window.
"Too long..." he growled to himself. "Too long I've waited"
He pulled back, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it behind him on the floor. He seemed rushed, frantic even.
I was his willing prisoner. I let him take control; do as he pleased because I wanted it. I needed the closeness I wanted him inside me.
I stared at his naked bare chest, hypnotised by his taut and toned athletic body. He was physically so strong. His wide shoulders and sculpted biceps exuded the power he possessed within him. The power he could influence over me.
"I want you naked..." he growled with impatience.
I could no longer speak any words. I was too caught up in his actions, his concentrated agenda for me.
He pulled my converse sneakers from my bare feet, throwing them over his shoulder carelessly with force. Next he reached for the waist of my denim skirt, his eyes dark and boring in their task. He unbuttoned and pulled it roughly down and off my legs, letting his fingers make contact with my flesh burning it in the process with the heat of his touch.
But I yelped, audibly yelped when he gripped callously at my thin cotton top at the neckline and used both his hands to tear the material tempestuously from my body. The loud rip of the cottonl echoed in the deathly silent room.
I hadn't realised I'd stopped breathing until the sound of Fred's frantic, excited short breaths were clearly audible around me.
Oh fuck! Bloody hell...shit ...oh my fucking god...shit...
Incoherent hysterical thoughts raced through my aroused thrilled mind.
I was bare now apart from my white satin bra and matching panties that Sophie had suggested I wear today in celebration for my last exam.
'Power lingerie' she'd called it; to help my pass with flying colours.
Now...clearly her agenda for this attire had been much, much clearer.
Fred paused abruptly, his concentrated stimulated stare focused on me.
"White..." he mumbled to himself, his voice surprisingly soft despite his shocking last action.
"How appropriate...how pure you are...how eternally mine..." he growled to himself, his eyes worshiping me lying below him, completely surrendering to his need and wants.
I bit my lip, trying to remind myself to breath in and out on a regular rhythm. To not succumb to blurred vision and nerve induced fainting.
His fingers made contact with my naked stomach, his soft gentle touch dancing along my middle, making my insides tickle.
They paused at the waist of my panties and I felt and sudden and alarming flush between my thighs as heat pulsed and my body readied itself from him, beckoning him closer.
Fred owned me, physically as well as emotionally.
He peeled my panties from me in a swift motion, exposing the wet glistening flesh between my thighs to him.
Fred wasted no time, he lowered himself to me, arms snaked around my thighs, gripping and holding me tight. His tongue connected with my tender inner thigh and he dragged it upwards licking my pale milky skin. I heard his inhale before his mouth descended over my soaking folds and I immediately found my voice and I let out a loud grunt and moan when his tongue slipped between them.
He made short work of me, he'd become too accustomed to my flesh. He worked me roughly his tongue pushing and flicking, swirling and his lips sucking hard.
Over and over and over
My hips thrust upwards, my mouth hung open as I whimpered and moaned.
Explicit words came easily from my lips. I let out a coarse of dark words 'fuck' and 'shit' and 'Fred' in a hungry almost volatile tone.
He made me feel so fucking good. I'm flesh burned and tingled, tightened and throbbed, the coil inside me winding harder and harder and harder... relentlessly and steadily pushing me towards the edge of my desire.
"Be quiet or I'll gag you little one..." he warned, his tone vibrating between my thighs and his hot breath making my head tilt back into his bed.
"You're moaning will make me cum in my denims and I only plan in cumming in you" he growled against me before returning his hot lips and sweet tongue back to my centre.
My eyes rolled back into skull. My fingers released the covers I'd been grasping behind my head and reached down to sink into his hair pulling hard for relief and I grunted loudly when he sucked harder.
I bit my lips hard, trying to silence myself. But the sounds still emitted loudly from deep within my mouth, moaning and mewling at Fred's deliciously dark and talented tongue.
His tongue dipped in, swirled around, licking and sucking, making me twitch and pulse.
He pushed his face deeper into me now, harder and seconds later I saw white as I choked out his name and my orgasm overtook my body.
I lay there numb, breathless and utterly sedated, my body sinking into his bed as I gasped for air.
My mind tried to process what had just happened. Everything was so rushed, so impatient. I knew what was coming next; I knew the reason for him pleasuring me this way. Fred was making me ready for him; all of him.
I felt like I had a sudden electrical current vibrating through my body as I lay there panting with my eyes squeezed shut.
I was so exhausted. How could I handle what he had planned for me next my body felt like jelly.
I heard rustling and knew he was removing the rest of his clothing. Then I felt him roll me over until I was almost facing down on his bed. I was still weak from the powerful orgasm he'd bestowed upon me.
I felt his fingers unclasp my bra and pull it from my body, carefully undressing me; wanting me utterly bare for him.
He pulled me back again and I was flat on my back.
My eyes still shut.
And I knew he was naked too.
My breathing picked up again, suddenly becoming erratic.
I felt him climb fully up on the bed with me, his weight even above me. I felt his knees on either side of mine as he kneeled over the lower half of my body.
His hands caressed my breasts and I lay there enjoying the sensation, his hair tickled me when he leaned forward to take one of my taught nipples in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it.
"Open your eyes" he commanded.
And I did as told.
He was staring down at me back in his sitting position. His hands had left my breasts and I glanced towards his movements to see his massive erection heavy in his grip as he moved his fist up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm, touching himself so intimately before me.
My eyes widened and I swallowed hard.
It was possibly the most erotic thing I'd ever seen and I could feel my own pulse in my ears beat in time with a pulse between my soaking core.
Beads of his own cum were already collecting on the tip of his erection and I could see what he was doing, using it as his own lubricant.
I felt my face flush as I realised what would be coming next.
Watching hypnotised at his steady stokes, and I wondered shocked how I would be able to take all of him in. How could my small body fit all of that?
Surely this would hurt. Surely he would tear something.
My eyes drifted upward until I met his. His dark chocolate stare was locked on to mine, concentrating hard, his lips were parted in anticipation.
Then abruptly he stopped his motions.
He leaned forward placing two palms on either side of my head and I inhaled sharply.
I felt his knee lift and then push down between my own thighs, forcing them apart, making room for him.
He leaned into me so slowly, so carefully and placed a gentle kiss on my lips making me gasp weakly.
"I love you" he breathed into me.
Then he dragged his nose up mine until we were eye to eye again.
"I needed you ready..."
I felt him push his knee up into my centre again, reminding me of what he'd just done.
I moaned at the sensation.
"I don't want to hurt you too much" he tried to explain and his eyes look anxious.
I said nothing. I was mute.
"But I will hurt you Claudia" he warned.
Then his eyes blackened.
"You'll bleed but I want you to bleed. I want to see that I'm your first, you're only" he charged his voice husky and rough.
"I know you're a virgin, I know what you're giving me but I need it, I need to make you bleed to make you mine, I need it" he repeated like a chant or a personal hymn.
And I realised then that there must have been spells I'm sure he could use to prevent the pain, to prevent the bleeding but I knew and sensed that he must have wanted to see me hurt a little so I would always remember this.
So that it was forever seared into my brain that Fred claimed me, he owned all of me and I was his.
"Tell me you want this" he ground out; his need for me now was painfully evident.
I could feel the weight of his erection pressing down against my thigh as he shifted his body between my legs.
"I want this...I want you Fred, only you" I gasped barely a whisper.
Something flickered behind his intense chocolate eyes.
"Put your hands around my neck" he ordered. And I did.
He lowered himself until he was almost flush against me, his hard naked body hot against my soft curves. I saw his forearms strained as he leaned against the bed.
"Open your legs wide..." he instructed carefully.
I was holding my breath now, following his lead.
"Wider" he demanded, his voice strained.
The muscles in my thighs felt taught and tight as I adjusted myself into this strange angle. Fred moved his pelvis and I gasped when I felt the head of his erection against my slick wet opening.
He was so focused on me and I inhaled sharp when I felt him push forward and begin to slide inside of me slick like honey.
My eyes widened and I breathed out hard through my nose, my lips suddenly pressed tightly together.
The sensation of slowly being filled and stretched by him as he pushed deeper and further inside of me was incredible and strange.
Fred's jaw clenched painfully hard as he tried to stay in control of his movements.
Suddenly he stopped when I felt him reach resistance and I knew what came next; pain.
He looked like he was trembling and I was too delirious from the sensations I was feeling to understand. Fred lowered his lips to mine and began to kiss me, his tongue slipped past my lips and I whimpered into his mouth, tasting him.
He deepened the kiss quickly and then slammed into me, one sharp fast motion.
I sobbed hard into his mouth. Half sob, half moan. I couldn't breathe. I saw intense white. I was too overwhelmed. It hurt; it felt so strange the pain. I think it was more shock at the sensation than actually intense pain. It was uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
Fred didn't stop, didn't give me a moment to recover. He pulled out roughly and slammed into me again, and I winced and gasped into his mouth.
This was it. He was inside me, it felt amazing and terrifying. I could feel all of him inside me, girth and length. I could feel the power of his body inside mine and the idea of that began to astound me.
I struggled to breathe, to concentrate on more than one thing at a time. Fred's movements were almost frantic, like he'd lost control. He slammed into me with a forceful pounding, so consuming. I tried to catch my breath between sobs and whimpers with every intense stroke.
It didn't hurt as much, but the pressure and the fullness of his body in mine were too much to feel complete pleasure. It was my first time after all.
Fred's face had sunk into the crook of my neck, and I held on to him tightly, his arms gripped around my shoulders. He moaned, and whimpered and uttered incoherant words the entire time.
His movements were becoming faster, harder and more erratic.
His body tightened around me as he began to ride out his orgasm.
Slamming into me one last time he sobbed my name. His voice almost sounding strangled from what he was feeling physically and emotionally. He lips frantically kissing at my wet damp skin.
It was silent for a long time after that. He didn't move and I knew I couldn't even if I'd wanted to.
I was still in shock at what had just happened and the realisation I was no longer a virgin. All I could hear was the crackling of the fire in the room and both of our fatigued breathing.
I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the sensation of him in my arms like this. He felt weak for the first time this evening and my fingers sunk into his soft hair. I felt immense pleasure and immense comfort.
I felt so close, the things I were feeling I couldn't even put into words I just felt.
And he was still inside me.
I knew within moments I would surrender to sleep, and I wondered what the next day would bring.
AUTHORS NOTE
I know, I'm a terrible person. It's been ages since I updated but real life has been getting in the way recently and I did not have a lot of free time.
So I hope you appreciated this mammoth chapter which is basically two chapters in one. A double hit of Fred so to speak with and extra shot of sordidness.
Oh dear, little Claudia was a naughty girl and is not so innocent any more. I guess her education comes after her initiation ;-)
Please review, would love to hear your thoughts.
Pixie