Very short chapter, but nevertheless an update! Next chapter is still under going a considerable amount of construction.
"Close your eyes..." he whispered, "Trust me."
"Fred...I - we're - we're going to fall!"
"Trust me..." he said, his arms wrapped around my waist. He was leading me up the stairs of the school, to the top of Astronomy Tower. Rain pounded and the wind blew with tremendous force, that when we reached the top, I was almost knocked flat. "Keep them closed," he whispred in my ear, "We're almost there..."
He walked me another few steps, when he finally whispered, "Open them." I obeyed, and suddenly I felt as if I was going to fall. Fred had led me all the way to edge of the top of the tower, just overlooking the Black Lake. It was an incredible view - the snowcapped mountains in the distance, the tiny pinpricks of light from cottages in the nearby village of Hogsmeade twinkled in the moonlight.
"It's...it's so beautiful," I said, "This is the most amazing view I've ever seen!"
"Then it's yours," he whispered into my hair, "Everything is yours, George," he cupped my hands in his, "I'm yours." And then he kissed me. The rain fell hard all around us, but we never seemed to notice. Our uniforms clung to our soaked bodies, but we didn't seem to care. All that mattered was us in this one moment that we had to together.
I stretched my arms out, my head upwards towards the sky, my eyes closed. I wanted to let the rain wash over us, let it wash away all the fighting and all the hurt that we had shared between us during the past few months. I could feel Fred's arms wrap tightly around my waist again, his lips against my ear, "God is in the rain," he breathed, "Can you feel Him?"
I awoke with a start. The dream was so real, I almost thought Fred was sleeping in the empty space next to me - but I was wrong. He was in his own bed, curtains drawn tightly around the bedposts. "Fred..." I whispered to myself, "What have we done?"
Crawling out of the sheets, I quietly made my way over to where he slept, and slipped through the curtains. "Fred?" I whispered, laying down next to him, draping an arm over his middle. I cuddled up closer, so our bodies formed one complete curve. Burying my nose in his hair, I whispered, "I love you," into his ear, and then closed my eyes and drifted off too sleep.
I must be dreaming, I thought to myself, this can't be real.
I was barely aware of where I was, when I felt someone kissing my stomach. "Wake up, George," said a voice I recognized, "Wake up." I obeyed.
My eyes fluttered open, and I was almost shocked too see Fred laying between my legs. He was completely naked, and looking down at me, his ginger strands falling carelessly into his brown eyes. "Fred...I'm...I'm so sorry, about Viktor...about everything!" words just came tumbling out of my mouth all at once, but Fred just shushed me.
"No," he said, "I'm the one that should be sorry. I'm the one that ruined everything."
He sighed, and leaned back on his arms. I propped myself up on my elbows and was absolutely taken aback by Fred's bare figure. I hadn't seen him naked in months.
I took in the small camber of his hips, that perfect pale skin I loved so much - lightly freckled in the exact same places as myself, his unruly ginger hair, the small trail that led from his navel to his delicious cock that I loved to hold between my hands and taste in my mouth. I needed to kiss him again. To savor the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. His stiff cock buried deep inside me, his come in my mouth. "Fuck me," I murmured softly, "Hard."
Our bodies rocked against eachother. Our sighs and moans in unison, the heat between us a symbol of our passionate and extensive lovemaking. The sweat poured, the breathing became heavier. We were one again, at last.
I was on my knees, the palms of my hands flat against the sheets as Fred worked his cock into my bottom, his hands on my hips. We moved together, as one being. Not two. We are the same, we are one soul.