Chapter 50: One Night Stands

February 2nd - Fred's POV (as requested)

"Freddy, I'm bringing this Norwegian bird back with me to the flat. Could you wait half an hour before returning?"

Fred sighed, "Just cast a silencing spell, will you?"

"Sure thing, bro!" George winked at his twin brother and hurried after a pretty girl waiting for him by the door.

Late nights out with George always meant the same thing; bimbos trying to catch his attention, all thinking that they were just his type.

Ever since the raid in Diagon Alley shop upon shop had closed down, meaning that there were now only three shops left in the Alley – WWW being one of them - and apparently girls found the two handsome business men more than attractive.

Fred saw George leave the pub night after night with different pretty girls in very short dresses. Fred missed Hermione.

"Fred? Is that you?"

Fred turned around to face Angelina Johnson – his ex girlfriend.

"Wow, Hi Angie!"

"I can't believe it's really you! You look good!"

"Thanks," He tried to hide his blush, "you look very happy!"

"Yes, actually I just signed with the Holy Head Harpies this afternoon, so I'm out with the girls to celebrate!"

"Wow, cool! Congratulations! That's what you always wanted."

"It really is! I couldn't picture myself doing anything else than playing quidditch… So how have you been? Judging from the fact that you're sitting alone at a bar full of more than willingly girls shows me that you have a girlfriend!"

Fred tried to laugh convincingly but even he could hear that it came out rather mechical, "yes, well. I'm single again." It still hurt to say that.

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes, yes! I'm completely fine!" he avoided her gaze.

"Fred, come on. You can tell me. I know I was a prick back at Hogwarts with Hermione and all but I've really missed you as a friend!"

"That's okay. It's all in the past. It's just that…I've recently been dumped."

"Don't be ashamed of that! We've all been dumped at some point!"

"It's not that. I'm not ashamed. I just have to get used to the fact that I'm single again."

"Well, then let me introduce you to some lovely ladies, follow me!"

She took his hand and guided her towards a table at the back where seven very pretty witches where seated.

"Girls, this is Fred. He's an old friend of mine so treat him with a lot of free shots!"


Seeing Angie again was nice! She had really matured since their fight and Fred really liked the "new" her.

Her friends kept buying him shots that he drank without wincing.

As the night progressed Fred could feel himself getting drunker and drunker. Angelina was pressing her athletic body up against his, purring like a cat, and he could feel himself getting a hard on even though he didn't want to.

"I bet you still look hot naked," she said as she bit his earlobe and slightly pulled at his red locks. Had he not been drunk he would've pushed her away immediately but the alcohol in his veins told him to just go with the flow.


Half an hour later Fred and Angelina arrived at the flat above WWW. Fred opened the door and was met by loud moans and squeaking coming from George's bedroom.

"Sounds like George is enjoying himself," Angelina giggled and pushed Fred up against a wall. She swung one of her legs around his and started licking and kissing his neck. He could feel himself getting even harder. She slowly unzipped his pants and grabbed hold of his cock that she slowly rubbed.

He thought to himself that if he closed his eyes he could imagine that Angelina was Hermione. She didn't feel or smell anything like Hermione so he put all of his energy in to picture her; the soft brown curls, her big brown eyes, her small nose with the tiny freckles, her beautiful smile, her white neck, perky breasts, soft pink nipples, skinny arms, bellybutton, firm thighs, perfect ass, knobby knees, tiny feet.

"Fuck that's good, Herms!" The words escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.

"WHAT did you just call me?"

He was ripped out of his fantasy and was now facing a girl whose face suddenly turned sad and full of pity.

"Oh my god. She's the girl you've been talking about all night…You're still in love with her!" she whispered.

Fred's mouth had suddenly dried out and he couldn't say a word. He just looked at her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let it come to this."

She gathered her stuff and closed the door behind her as she left the flat. Fred wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault. That all he wanted was someone to talk to about it. It had seemed as if Angelina had understood how he felt. He needed the comfort now more than ever – and right now he didn't care if that comfort came in the shape of a one night stand with his ex girlfriend, he just needed to feel something for someone other than the girl who had left him behind.

But he didn't chase after Angelina; he knew that he would later regret sleeping with her. So he walked alone in the darkness towards his own bedroom. He could hear the Norwegian bird moaning George's name in a thick accent.