Chapter 6
„Come with me," Fred said to me leaning over the armrest of one of the comfy chairs in the Gryffindor common room.
„Where are we going?"
„You'll see," he said with a mysterious smile.
„Lead the way," I smiled back.
„Really, Fred? The room of requirement?" I laughed. „I know some things have changed, but I'm pretty sure, this room is still used for - not talking if you know what I mean."
„Get your mind out of the gutter, Miss Thompson!" Fred said with faked enragement and I could see he was holding back laughter.
„Wait, is there still a sign-up sheet? I remember some girls talking about having their boyfriends sign-up for the room."
„Right, you remember your friends saying that, huh? Not own experience?" He asked casually, but I could tell he was actually curious.
I playfully slap him on the shoulder. „Yes, I remember my friends saying that. Fyi, I've never hooked-up in the room of requirement."
„All right, all right. But before you judge, you should see what I've prepared," he said when finishing the third pace before the door, which then appeared.
„To be fair, there's not really a need to prepare, considering the room does that for…," was all I could get out before he opened the door and gently pushed me inside. Or should I say outside? Considering that I was currently standing in the middle of a beautiful meadow, surrounded by forest, in the middle of it was a picnic blanket with loads of food and drinks.
I felt like I just walked into a fairytale, with birds chirping, there were wildflowers all around and butterflies and bees were buzzing about.
„Fred, wow - this is so beautiful," I said sincerely.
„I'm glad you like it."
„…anyway long story short: Gilderoy Lockhardt full-heartedly believed that both George and my poly-juiced versions of him, were him from the future. The best part about it though was that he only believed it once we started telling him how great he is."
I laughed. „That's so funny. He doesn't sound like a great teacher though. Come to think of it, Snape also isn't that great either. I mean sure he seems to know a lot about the dark arts, but with him, it seems like he knows a lot about them, because he has like actual experience using them." I shudder.
„To be fair you aren't that wrong, from what I've heard Snape has plenty experience in that field," Fred says solemnly. „But he's nothing compared to my third-year defence teacher. His name was Quirrell and I mean he had been a strange fellow the years prior, but starting in that year not only did he start wearing a turban that reeked of garlic, but he also started being so incredibly nervous that you could barely understand what he was saying. Long story short, he turned out to be such a devoted follower to Voldemort that he let him inhabited the back of his head, hence the turban. Oh, and he tried to kill Harry, but when Harry touched him he turned to ash. From what I've heard Harry almost died though," he said nonchalantly.
„Wait, what? What do you mean in the back of his head?"
„Well, to be honest, I don't really know all the details, but from what I've heard from Harry, good old Voldy kind of lost his physical form when the killing curse ricocheted off of Harry and then he kind of took over part of Quirrell...," he looked at me and saw that my mood had completely changed. „But enough of that. How has 1996 been treating you lately?"
At first, I had a hard time concentrating on the conversation again, because every time I thought Tom's story couldn't get worse, I found out about another horrible thing he did and now he didn't even sound remotely human anymore. Luckily, I was with about the best man on earth, who could always tell me another funny story to make me forget my worries.
Soon enough we were lying on the picnic blanket, both of us on our sides and eye to eye. He took a strand of my hair and twirled it between his fingers.
„You know I really like you, Thompson, I even prefer spending time with you over planning a prank with George and I honestly thought that that would never happen."
„I really like you too, Fred Weasley," I say smiling and lean closer to him to kiss him.
I cup his face with my hands to deepen the kiss, as he grabs my waist and pulls my body to his.
At that moment I was really grateful that I wasn't showing at all yet because he surely would have felt it otherwise. On the other hand, I should probably tell him that I'm literally pregnant with someone else's child, but then he gently bit my lower lip and I couldn't help the sigh escaping my mouth, it felt just felt so good and the thoughts about my secret were forgotten.
Suddenly, he flipped us over so that he was laying on top of me, between my legs.
„If you want to stop at any time, just say so, ok?", he told me. I could only nod. He looked at me with a hunger that I've never seen before, his pupils were almost completely dilated, making his beautiful brown eyes look even darker. He leaned down to kiss me again and his hands started opening the buttons of my shirt. „Is this okay?", he asked me.
„Yes," I answer breathlessly and start opening his as well.
Once we've finally taken off all our clothes. He looked at me in a way that made me feel more beautiful than I've ever felt before.
„Have you done this before?"
„Yes, but only once, so..."
„I'll be careful," he says and slowly started kissing me and his fingers started rubbing circles on my clit. I felt as if there was a fire ignited in my core. I couldn't stop the sounds that were coming out of my mouth and when he suddenly increased the speed. The fire turned into an inferno and the orgasm that was washing over me felt like the greatest thing I've ever felt.
„That was amazing," I whisper breathlessly.
„Glad you liked it," he whispers back.
„I want to feel you," I told him as I'm reaching down to his length, slowly pumping my hand up and down. He closed his eyes and bit his lip when I positioned him at my entrance. He carefully started pushing inside of me and once I got used to his considerable size, I nodded at him to signal him that I was okay. The fire in me started building again when he increased his speed and feeling him so deep inside of me was marvellous. I pulled his head down to kiss me and I felt so connected to him, it was wonderful. As he was tensing up, he moved his fingers to my clit again and we came together in a roaring fire of passion.
He moved off of me and pulled me to his chest. For a while neither of us said anything and we just listened to the birds chirping in the background.
„Maraya," Fred said and I looked up at him.
„That was absolutely amazing, you're so beautiful, I can't believe I got so lucky." And when he looked at me with such adoration and love in his eyes. I felt unbelievably guilty. He wasn't lucky to be with me, I had been lying to him the entire time. Ages ago, in a similar situation it was Tom's walls that went up, this time it were mine. I could tell Fred saw the change in my demeanour and since I knew exactly what it felt like when someone completely closed themselves off after sharing such a vulnerable moment, I knew I couldn't do this to him. I had to tell him. He deserved better.
I got up out of his embrace and sitting upright pulled my knees to my chest, I really wanted a blanket and the room apparently noticed, because sure enough a second later there was a blanket next to me, which I quickly wrapped around my body.
„Maraya, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
„ No, you did absolutely nothing wrong. I thought it was amazing too. This is about what I did wrong," I said and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
„I'm sure it's not that bad," he said while putting his arm around my shoulder.
„It is. I lied to you. Well I guess I technically didn't lie, but I should have told you something that I kept a secret." He looked at me expectantly.
„I'm pregnant." My voice is barely a whisper. I can feel his arm tensing around me.
„What do you mean?", he asked.
And I tell him everything, how Tom's and my friendship started, where we met, that we slept together and that it was because of him that I was stuck in this time. Tears started streaming down my face somewhere in the middle of this story, but at the end of it, I was sobbing. Thinking that I have now lost both men that I've ever loved forever. But then Fred does something, that I would have never imagined him doing. He pulls me to his chest and whispers that it'll be alright. That we would figure it out. That even though he is a little hurt that I didn't tell him, he understands that I've been through a lot. Oh, and that Quidditch was absolutely not happening for me anymore. I laugh at the last one and my tears stop flowing.
„You were wrong earlier," I tell him. He looks at me.
„I'm the one that got lucky meeting you." I gently kiss him.
„So you and old Lord Voldy, huh?", he said and for the first time, I laughed about the absurdity of the situation.