Chapter Twenty One: Showers and Room Service
"Jesus!" She whirled around, water flinging off her wet hair. Blinking against the water that dripped from her eyelashes, she gaped at him.
"Fred?" she said. "Bloody...oh my god...FRED!?"
"Hi, Angie," he said, grinning mischievously as he moved closer to her stall. "Miss me?" He held back, not wanting to try and get a good look at her yet for fear of jumping her on the spot.
Angelina seemed to be Stunned, because for a moment she just stared at him, letting the water cascade over the back of her head. She blinked again and seemed to recover herself.
"Oh, my god," she said. "What the hell are you doing here?" She smiled and her eyes filled with tears.
Fred felt a lump in his own throat that competed against the lust stirring in his trousers.
"Oh, you know," he said, trying to sound casual. "The match was today and I thought I'd drop by and check it out."
"How did you get here?"
"Flew," he said.
"You flew?" she repeated. "On your broom?"
"No, I flapped my arms, actually," he said. "They're bloody exhausted."
She laughed and cried at the same time. "You're crazy."
"I know," he said. "You make me crazy."
"So it's my fault," she said, smiling.
"Completely," he said.
"You could get caught," she said.
"I was careful," he said.
They looked at each other for a long moment. Fred was dying to fling open the curtain and jump in the shower and ravish her, but it was not his move to make now. She seemed to be thinking about something as she appraised him.
Then she lifted a hand and slid the shower curtain open. Fred felt a rush of blood sink south as she came into view. Tall and lean and curved and soft, her expanse of lush coffee and cream skin, slick and shiny and wet as water streamed over her.
"Merlin," he said, drinking in the sight of her.
"Missed you," she said huskily.
"I missed you, too," he rasped.
She giggled throatily.
"Are you going to stand there or are you going to join me?" she said in a low voice.
But she barely finished her sentence before he was there, standing under the hot water as it soaked his clothes, crushing his mouth against hers.
"Jesus," he groaned against her mouth, as his hands found her wet, hot flesh and her hands moved swiftly beneath his wet clothing to clutch at the skin beneath.
His hands and mouth traveled over her hungrily, and it was only now that he realized how desperately he had missed her. His mouth devoured her neck, her collarbones, the hollow at the base of her throat, her lush breasts. Her hands tangled in his wet hair as she sighed and moaned and threw back her head. He kissed her mouth again as she began to pull off his clothes.
"Want you so bad," he muttered as she pulled off his robes, his jumper, peeled the wet t-shirt from him skin and yanked it over his head.
Everything became hot and fast and desperate. His fingers finding her sex, stroking and sliding inside to find her already wet. Her hands at his jeans, opening the buttons and yanking them down and pulling his boxers with them, her hands on him. Him pressing her against the wall, reaching under her knee and pulling her left leg up to wrap around his hips, positioning himself. Her bracing herself on the wall, gripping his buttocks, gasping and moaning as he thrust into her hard, again and again.
It was over almost as fast as it had begun; Fred had not even thrust a dozen times when she gasped and shuddered against him. He felt her tighten around him and his control snapped; it was too much, being away from her all these weeks and being inside her now. He released into her with a groan, his legs almost giving out beneath him.
He held her against him, his arms round her, and still the water came down on them, still hot and soothing. They stood in silence, naked, warm, complete; her head rested on his shoulder.
"Bloody hell," he whispered into her shoulder.
She giggled. "That was dirty."
"Was not," said Fred, kissing her nose. "We're in the shower."
"True," she said, and they kissed. Slow, soft.
"Oi! Twin!"
"Shit," said Fred, pulling his lips away from Angelina's. He shut off the water.
"George is here, too?" said Angelina, her eyes widening.
"Yeah," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "He insisted on coming along. You know how he gets."
Angelina giggled.
"What, George?" Fred called.
"Let's go, yeah?" said George.
"You're not leaving now," said Angelina, gripping Fred's arm.
"Yeah," said Fred, "but you're coming with us."
"What do you mean?"
"Fred, are you two decent or what?" George called.
"In a minute," Fred called back, and checking to see that they were indeed alone in the locker room, he climbed from the shower, picked up his soaking clothes, pulled out his wand, and used a Drying Charm.
"Fred, what did you mean by 'you're coming with us'?" Angelina repeated.
"I booked us a room at The Boddington," Fred said. "A luxury suite."
"You're mad," she said. "I can't go to Hogsmeade." She stepped out of the shower and picked up her towel.
"Allow me," said Fred, taking the towel from her. She rolled her eyes but smiled, and he eagerly began to towel her off.
"My god, you're beautiful," he said appreciatively, as he rubbed the towel over her back.
"Fred," she said, "focus. Tell me how it is you think I can get off school grounds to go to Hogsmeade with you."
"It's a surprise," said Fred.
"Fred," said Angelina doubtfully, and he reluctantly stopped drying her as she picked up a pair of knickers and slid them on.
"Angie, please," he said, hoping he didn't sound pathetic. "I missed you and I didn't want to come all the way here just to watch you play and have a quickie in the shower. Although that was really smashing, mind."
She smiled as she put on her bra and pulled on a jumper. "So you have this whole romantic evening planned, is that it?"
"Yeah," said Fred. "Well, sort of. I mean, I have to sneak you off the grounds and make sure you're not seen in Hogsmeade, but..."
"How do you intend to make sure I'm not seen in Hogsmeade?" said Angelina, pulling on a pair of jeans. She shook her hair, picked up her wand, and quickly dried it; her hair fell in soft waves and Fred decided he liked this much better than the braids.
"You'll see," he said, pulling her close. "Come on, Angie. Break some rules with me. I won't get another chance to see you, not until school's over. Stay with me tonight and you can get back to school tomorrow and nobody will know you were gone."
"It sounds risky," she said doubtfully.
"Risk is my middle name, love," he said, grinning.
"You're impossible," she said, shaking her head. "Shit. Yeah. Of course I'll come with you, you prat. Just let me perform a good Contraceptive Spell first, okay?"
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"Dear god, I have never had anything this rank-smelling so close to my nostrils in my life," said Angelina in a whisper, as she and Alicia followed Fred and George under the cloak up the stairs of The Boddington Inn.
Getting the girls out of the locker room had been a comical tangle of limbs; all four of them, along with Angelina and Alicia's brooms, had squeezed under the cloak in order to reach Fred and George's brooms. Once they were well past the Quidditch pitch and slightly inside the Forbidden Forest, the four of them had flown off, the Invisibility Cloak stuffed inside Fred's robes.
They landed a few minutes later in a deserted alleyway in Hogsmeade, whereupon Fred instructed Angelina and Alicia to put on the cloak again before returning to the hotel.
"Almost there," said Fred, as they reached the fourth floor landing. So far, so good.
Fred looked up and down the corridor, found it empty, and hissed, "Let's go."
He lead the seemingly invisible girls toward the rooms he and George had rented, with George bringing up the rear. Fred pulled the brass key from the pocket of his robes and opened the door to his room, and George followed suit.
"You can take the cloak off now," Fred whispered.
"Thank god," said Angelina and Alicia together, and they yanked the stinky cloak off themselves. They were both carrying their brooms.
"Good night, Fred, Angelina," said George, taking Alicia's hand and giving her a gentle pull into his room. She giggled and went inside and George shut the door firmly behind him.
"Young love," said Fred, grinning. "Get in here, you." He pulled a smiling Angelina inside the room, picked up the cloak tossed it into the closet, and shut the door to the bedroom firmly behind him.
"Wow," said Angelina. "This is posh."
"Only the best for you," said Fred, sweeping his arms in a grand gesture.
"That's some bed," said Angelina, grinning.
"Naturally," said Fred. "If we want to make up for lost time and all..."
"Mmm, that sounds very nice," said Angelina. He kissed her lightly on the mouth, then deeper. Slow, intoxicating kisses that sent shivers down his spine.
"I have something for you," he whispered.
"Something else aside from this palace?" said Angelina.
Fred grinned, kissed the tip of her nose--he loved doing that--and fetched the letters he'd written her. All two dozen of them; they were tied with a large gold ribbon.
"What's this?" she said.
"Letters I wrote, to you," he said, flushing a bit. "I couldn't send them. Well, you know."
She smiled. "What's in them?"
"All sorts of stuff," said Fred.
"Mushy stuff?" said Angelina.
"I'm afraid so."
"Funny stuff?" she said.
"Naturally."
She grinned. "Naughty stuff?"
"Definitely."
She laughed. "I love all of them already. They'll keep me warm at night when you're not here."
"I got your letter," said Fred.
"You did?"
"Yeah," he said. "It was bloody great. I read it, I dunno, six hundred times."
"And just think, I fulfilled that whole dragging you into the shower bit, to boot," said Angelina.
"Yeah, you did, didn't you?" said Fred, taking her hands.
"So...that means my dad must have sent it to you," said Angelina.
"Right," said Fred. "Uh, actually, he sort of...brought it to me. In person."
"What?" said Angelina, with a horrified look on her face.
"Yeah," said Fred.
She pulled away from him and put her head in her hands. "Shit. Did he do his Concerned Father routine?"
"Yeah," said Fred. "I have to admit I did fear for my life at one point. But, uh, it was fine. I mean, once I stopped being terrified of him he was really nice."
"He doesn't mean anything by it," said Angelina. "He's just protective. I'm the oldest, only daughter, that sort of thing."
"Hey, I have a baby sister, remember?" said Fred. "I, uh, sort of told him about us. I mean, that we're, well, together."
"You did not," said Angelina.
"I did," said Fred. "He took it well, actually."
Angelina sat down heavily on the bed. "My god. The world is upside down today."
"What do you mean?" He sat next to her.
"I woke up this morning certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that we'd lose the Quidditch match," she said. "And certain that I wouldn't see you until the end of term. And instead we win the match and the Cup and...and you're here and...now I find out you met my dad and he's cool with us being together and..."
Her voice trailed off and Fred saw her eyes fill with tears.
"Hey," he said, pulling her close. "What's this?"
"It's just a lot to deal with," she whispered, clinging to him. "I mean, it's all good. All of it. I can't believe you're here. I can't believe you flew from bloody London to watch me play in a Quidditch match. You must have been numb from the waist down."
"I was," Fred admitted, "but seeing you naked cleared that right up."
She laughed. So did he.
"I'm hungry," she said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Ah," said Fred. "How do you feel about room service?"
"I love room service," said Angelina.
"Excellent," said Fred. "Let's stuff our faces."
"Great idea," said Angelina. "And afterward we'll shag until we pass out."
"That's brilliant," said Fred happily. "I was just thinking of that very same thing."
"Great minds think alike."
He felt a giddy, crazy sort of happiness sweep into him.
"My god, I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she said, smiling warmly at him. "Now call for room service before I die of starvation."
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Fred would be broke before the weekend was over, but he didn't care. Throwing money away hand over fist didn't matter to him that night. He had grown up poor, had never known what luxury was. He wanted to savor the whole experience. He bought a sumptuous room service dinner for two, and they ate everything in sight. After a half hour of innocent cuddling and letting their food settle, they slowly undressed each other and spent the whole of the night making love, holding one another, talking in the darkness. Fred couldn't get enough. He had never really believed in the whole notion that anybody could be "destined" or "made" to be with someone else, but now, lying next to her, naked and holding her close to him, he believed he and Angelina were made for one another.
It simply had to be true, he thought. He had never wanted anyone like he wanted her. She was a part of him, as if she'd burned into his flesh, his soul. It frightened him and thrilled him and he didn't want to think about the morning, when she would leave him, put the Invisibility Cloak over herself and Alicia and the two of them would go back to the castle and Fred would have to wait another month to feel Angelina beneath him, her lips on his, her taste in his mouth, her hands on his skin. A whole month of not talking to her, hearing her laugh at his jokes--both good and bad--falling into their old habit of flirting that had always made him feel so good.
They didn't sleep at all that night. Fred told her everything, she told him everything, and in between they came together in passion that was alternately slow and tender, or rough and desperate. He counted the very minutes that went by, hoping that by doing so, he could slow down time, keep morning at bay. Their time together, that was the real luxury, Fred decided. Better than fancy hotel rooms and fancy dinners.
But morning came, and Angelina kissed him one last time, hugged him one last time, and with tears in her eyes and his letters and her broom in her hands she disappeared under the Invisibility Cloak with Alicia, and went back to Hogwarts. They would hide the cloak in their dorm room. George and Fred stared at the space where the girls had just been.
"Alicia told me she's going to wash that cloak," said George. "Good thing, too, it smelled like something died in it."
Fred smiled and looked at his twin.
"Good night?" he asked, but there was no ribbing in his tone, none of the usual joking.
"The best," said George. "You?"
"The best," said Fred.
"I'm exhausted," said George.
"Me, too," said Fred.
"Long flight back," said George.
"Unfortunately," said Fred.
"I don't...really feel like staying, though," said George. "I mean, if I can't...see her."
"Yeah," said Fred. "Let's get out of here, right? Back to London."
"Good idea," said George, finding his usual bracing tone. "But first, coffee. Lots of it."
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A/N: First things first: a HUGE thank you to all the readers who contacted FictionAlley.net about the plagiarism of "A Very Thin Line." By all appearances the story has been removed and as far as I can tell, so has the offending plagiarizer's account, and it's because of all of you that this happened--there are too many people to thank individually, but thanks, a million times. It means the world to me to have your support.
Second: This story is NOT over. I have big plans for Fred and Angie.
"Jesus!" She whirled around, water flinging off her wet hair. Blinking against the water that dripped from her eyelashes, she gaped at him.
"Fred?" she said. "Bloody...oh my god...FRED!?"
"Hi, Angie," he said, grinning mischievously as he moved closer to her stall. "Miss me?" He held back, not wanting to try and get a good look at her yet for fear of jumping her on the spot.
Angelina seemed to be Stunned, because for a moment she just stared at him, letting the water cascade over the back of her head. She blinked again and seemed to recover herself.
"Oh, my god," she said. "What the hell are you doing here?" She smiled and her eyes filled with tears.
Fred felt a lump in his own throat that competed against the lust stirring in his trousers.
"Oh, you know," he said, trying to sound casual. "The match was today and I thought I'd drop by and check it out."
"How did you get here?"
"Flew," he said.
"You flew?" she repeated. "On your broom?"
"No, I flapped my arms, actually," he said. "They're bloody exhausted."
She laughed and cried at the same time. "You're crazy."
"I know," he said. "You make me crazy."
"So it's my fault," she said, smiling.
"Completely," he said.
"You could get caught," she said.
"I was careful," he said.
They looked at each other for a long moment. Fred was dying to fling open the curtain and jump in the shower and ravish her, but it was not his move to make now. She seemed to be thinking about something as she appraised him.
Then she lifted a hand and slid the shower curtain open. Fred felt a rush of blood sink south as she came into view. Tall and lean and curved and soft, her expanse of lush coffee and cream skin, slick and shiny and wet as water streamed over her.
"Merlin," he said, drinking in the sight of her.
"Missed you," she said huskily.
"I missed you, too," he rasped.
She giggled throatily.
"Are you going to stand there or are you going to join me?" she said in a low voice.
But she barely finished her sentence before he was there, standing under the hot water as it soaked his clothes, crushing his mouth against hers.
"Jesus," he groaned against her mouth, as his hands found her wet, hot flesh and her hands moved swiftly beneath his wet clothing to clutch at the skin beneath.
His hands and mouth traveled over her hungrily, and it was only now that he realized how desperately he had missed her. His mouth devoured her neck, her collarbones, the hollow at the base of her throat, her lush breasts. Her hands tangled in his wet hair as she sighed and moaned and threw back her head. He kissed her mouth again as she began to pull off his clothes.
"Want you so bad," he muttered as she pulled off his robes, his jumper, peeled the wet t-shirt from him skin and yanked it over his head.
Everything became hot and fast and desperate. His fingers finding her sex, stroking and sliding inside to find her already wet. Her hands at his jeans, opening the buttons and yanking them down and pulling his boxers with them, her hands on him. Him pressing her against the wall, reaching under her knee and pulling her left leg up to wrap around his hips, positioning himself. Her bracing herself on the wall, gripping his buttocks, gasping and moaning as he thrust into her hard, again and again.
It was over almost as fast as it had begun; Fred had not even thrust a dozen times when she gasped and shuddered against him. He felt her tighten around him and his control snapped; it was too much, being away from her all these weeks and being inside her now. He released into her with a groan, his legs almost giving out beneath him.
He held her against him, his arms round her, and still the water came down on them, still hot and soothing. They stood in silence, naked, warm, complete; her head rested on his shoulder.
"Bloody hell," he whispered into her shoulder.
She giggled. "That was dirty."
"Was not," said Fred, kissing her nose. "We're in the shower."
"True," she said, and they kissed. Slow, soft.
"Oi! Twin!"
"Shit," said Fred, pulling his lips away from Angelina's. He shut off the water.
"George is here, too?" said Angelina, her eyes widening.
"Yeah," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "He insisted on coming along. You know how he gets."
Angelina giggled.
"What, George?" Fred called.
"Let's go, yeah?" said George.
"You're not leaving now," said Angelina, gripping Fred's arm.
"Yeah," said Fred, "but you're coming with us."
"What do you mean?"
"Fred, are you two decent or what?" George called.
"In a minute," Fred called back, and checking to see that they were indeed alone in the locker room, he climbed from the shower, picked up his soaking clothes, pulled out his wand, and used a Drying Charm.
"Fred, what did you mean by 'you're coming with us'?" Angelina repeated.
"I booked us a room at The Boddington," Fred said. "A luxury suite."
"You're mad," she said. "I can't go to Hogsmeade." She stepped out of the shower and picked up her towel.
"Allow me," said Fred, taking the towel from her. She rolled her eyes but smiled, and he eagerly began to towel her off.
"My god, you're beautiful," he said appreciatively, as he rubbed the towel over her back.
"Fred," she said, "focus. Tell me how it is you think I can get off school grounds to go to Hogsmeade with you."
"It's a surprise," said Fred.
"Fred," said Angelina doubtfully, and he reluctantly stopped drying her as she picked up a pair of knickers and slid them on.
"Angie, please," he said, hoping he didn't sound pathetic. "I missed you and I didn't want to come all the way here just to watch you play and have a quickie in the shower. Although that was really smashing, mind."
She smiled as she put on her bra and pulled on a jumper. "So you have this whole romantic evening planned, is that it?"
"Yeah," said Fred. "Well, sort of. I mean, I have to sneak you off the grounds and make sure you're not seen in Hogsmeade, but..."
"How do you intend to make sure I'm not seen in Hogsmeade?" said Angelina, pulling on a pair of jeans. She shook her hair, picked up her wand, and quickly dried it; her hair fell in soft waves and Fred decided he liked this much better than the braids.
"You'll see," he said, pulling her close. "Come on, Angie. Break some rules with me. I won't get another chance to see you, not until school's over. Stay with me tonight and you can get back to school tomorrow and nobody will know you were gone."
"It sounds risky," she said doubtfully.
"Risk is my middle name, love," he said, grinning.
"You're impossible," she said, shaking her head. "Shit. Yeah. Of course I'll come with you, you prat. Just let me perform a good Contraceptive Spell first, okay?"
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"Dear god, I have never had anything this rank-smelling so close to my nostrils in my life," said Angelina in a whisper, as she and Alicia followed Fred and George under the cloak up the stairs of The Boddington Inn.
Getting the girls out of the locker room had been a comical tangle of limbs; all four of them, along with Angelina and Alicia's brooms, had squeezed under the cloak in order to reach Fred and George's brooms. Once they were well past the Quidditch pitch and slightly inside the Forbidden Forest, the four of them had flown off, the Invisibility Cloak stuffed inside Fred's robes.
They landed a few minutes later in a deserted alleyway in Hogsmeade, whereupon Fred instructed Angelina and Alicia to put on the cloak again before returning to the hotel.
"Almost there," said Fred, as they reached the fourth floor landing. So far, so good.
Fred looked up and down the corridor, found it empty, and hissed, "Let's go."
He lead the seemingly invisible girls toward the rooms he and George had rented, with George bringing up the rear. Fred pulled the brass key from the pocket of his robes and opened the door to his room, and George followed suit.
"You can take the cloak off now," Fred whispered.
"Thank god," said Angelina and Alicia together, and they yanked the stinky cloak off themselves. They were both carrying their brooms.
"Good night, Fred, Angelina," said George, taking Alicia's hand and giving her a gentle pull into his room. She giggled and went inside and George shut the door firmly behind him.
"Young love," said Fred, grinning. "Get in here, you." He pulled a smiling Angelina inside the room, picked up the cloak tossed it into the closet, and shut the door to the bedroom firmly behind him.
"Wow," said Angelina. "This is posh."
"Only the best for you," said Fred, sweeping his arms in a grand gesture.
"That's some bed," said Angelina, grinning.
"Naturally," said Fred. "If we want to make up for lost time and all..."
"Mmm, that sounds very nice," said Angelina. He kissed her lightly on the mouth, then deeper. Slow, intoxicating kisses that sent shivers down his spine.
"I have something for you," he whispered.
"Something else aside from this palace?" said Angelina.
Fred grinned, kissed the tip of her nose--he loved doing that--and fetched the letters he'd written her. All two dozen of them; they were tied with a large gold ribbon.
"What's this?" she said.
"Letters I wrote, to you," he said, flushing a bit. "I couldn't send them. Well, you know."
She smiled. "What's in them?"
"All sorts of stuff," said Fred.
"Mushy stuff?" said Angelina.
"I'm afraid so."
"Funny stuff?" she said.
"Naturally."
She grinned. "Naughty stuff?"
"Definitely."
She laughed. "I love all of them already. They'll keep me warm at night when you're not here."
"I got your letter," said Fred.
"You did?"
"Yeah," he said. "It was bloody great. I read it, I dunno, six hundred times."
"And just think, I fulfilled that whole dragging you into the shower bit, to boot," said Angelina.
"Yeah, you did, didn't you?" said Fred, taking her hands.
"So...that means my dad must have sent it to you," said Angelina.
"Right," said Fred. "Uh, actually, he sort of...brought it to me. In person."
"What?" said Angelina, with a horrified look on her face.
"Yeah," said Fred.
She pulled away from him and put her head in her hands. "Shit. Did he do his Concerned Father routine?"
"Yeah," said Fred. "I have to admit I did fear for my life at one point. But, uh, it was fine. I mean, once I stopped being terrified of him he was really nice."
"He doesn't mean anything by it," said Angelina. "He's just protective. I'm the oldest, only daughter, that sort of thing."
"Hey, I have a baby sister, remember?" said Fred. "I, uh, sort of told him about us. I mean, that we're, well, together."
"You did not," said Angelina.
"I did," said Fred. "He took it well, actually."
Angelina sat down heavily on the bed. "My god. The world is upside down today."
"What do you mean?" He sat next to her.
"I woke up this morning certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that we'd lose the Quidditch match," she said. "And certain that I wouldn't see you until the end of term. And instead we win the match and the Cup and...and you're here and...now I find out you met my dad and he's cool with us being together and..."
Her voice trailed off and Fred saw her eyes fill with tears.
"Hey," he said, pulling her close. "What's this?"
"It's just a lot to deal with," she whispered, clinging to him. "I mean, it's all good. All of it. I can't believe you're here. I can't believe you flew from bloody London to watch me play in a Quidditch match. You must have been numb from the waist down."
"I was," Fred admitted, "but seeing you naked cleared that right up."
She laughed. So did he.
"I'm hungry," she said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Ah," said Fred. "How do you feel about room service?"
"I love room service," said Angelina.
"Excellent," said Fred. "Let's stuff our faces."
"Great idea," said Angelina. "And afterward we'll shag until we pass out."
"That's brilliant," said Fred happily. "I was just thinking of that very same thing."
"Great minds think alike."
He felt a giddy, crazy sort of happiness sweep into him.
"My god, I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she said, smiling warmly at him. "Now call for room service before I die of starvation."
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Fred would be broke before the weekend was over, but he didn't care. Throwing money away hand over fist didn't matter to him that night. He had grown up poor, had never known what luxury was. He wanted to savor the whole experience. He bought a sumptuous room service dinner for two, and they ate everything in sight. After a half hour of innocent cuddling and letting their food settle, they slowly undressed each other and spent the whole of the night making love, holding one another, talking in the darkness. Fred couldn't get enough. He had never really believed in the whole notion that anybody could be "destined" or "made" to be with someone else, but now, lying next to her, naked and holding her close to him, he believed he and Angelina were made for one another.
It simply had to be true, he thought. He had never wanted anyone like he wanted her. She was a part of him, as if she'd burned into his flesh, his soul. It frightened him and thrilled him and he didn't want to think about the morning, when she would leave him, put the Invisibility Cloak over herself and Alicia and the two of them would go back to the castle and Fred would have to wait another month to feel Angelina beneath him, her lips on his, her taste in his mouth, her hands on his skin. A whole month of not talking to her, hearing her laugh at his jokes--both good and bad--falling into their old habit of flirting that had always made him feel so good.
They didn't sleep at all that night. Fred told her everything, she told him everything, and in between they came together in passion that was alternately slow and tender, or rough and desperate. He counted the very minutes that went by, hoping that by doing so, he could slow down time, keep morning at bay. Their time together, that was the real luxury, Fred decided. Better than fancy hotel rooms and fancy dinners.
But morning came, and Angelina kissed him one last time, hugged him one last time, and with tears in her eyes and his letters and her broom in her hands she disappeared under the Invisibility Cloak with Alicia, and went back to Hogwarts. They would hide the cloak in their dorm room. George and Fred stared at the space where the girls had just been.
"Alicia told me she's going to wash that cloak," said George. "Good thing, too, it smelled like something died in it."
Fred smiled and looked at his twin.
"Good night?" he asked, but there was no ribbing in his tone, none of the usual joking.
"The best," said George. "You?"
"The best," said Fred.
"I'm exhausted," said George.
"Me, too," said Fred.
"Long flight back," said George.
"Unfortunately," said Fred.
"I don't...really feel like staying, though," said George. "I mean, if I can't...see her."
"Yeah," said Fred. "Let's get out of here, right? Back to London."
"Good idea," said George, finding his usual bracing tone. "But first, coffee. Lots of it."
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A/N: First things first: a HUGE thank you to all the readers who contacted FictionAlley.net about the plagiarism of "A Very Thin Line." By all appearances the story has been removed and as far as I can tell, so has the offending plagiarizer's account, and it's because of all of you that this happened--there are too many people to thank individually, but thanks, a million times. It means the world to me to have your support.
Second: This story is NOT over. I have big plans for Fred and Angie.