Fred Weasley was an artist, and a damn good one at that.
His special skill was normally used to sketch out the beginnings of a prank plot he and George were thinking of, and it slowly progressed into making designs for actual products and contraptions he and George planned for their joke shop.
He also found, during his third year, that he was fond of drawing a stunning silver haired goddess with bewitching grey eyes. He was enamored with drawing her in every position he could think of, staring out at the black lake, walking down the corridor, sitting at the Great Hall. Any position he found her in, he immediately itched to sketch it out.
Why, exactly, was Fred so obsessed with drawing Elara Malfoy? He didn't have a clue. Yes, she was beautiful there was no doubt to that, but her personality… Well, it needed some work.
She rarely ever smiled and normally had the look that she had smelled something unpleasant. Her free time was spent cajoling with the other Pureblood families she deemed worthy of her time, and although he hadn't seen her bully the other kisd the way her brother Draco liked, he had seen her hex a few students that didn't appear to deserve it. She certainly believed in the awful blood purity ideals her family believed in, and she was snarky and rude neary every time he had heard her speak.
Not only that, but he had even seen the girl cosying up to Umbridge of all people. The nasty woman who made students carve words into their arms and hands as detention. Elara Malfoy was the furthest thing from the type of woman Fred Weasley should spend his time thinking about.
Yet… he knew she thought of him too. Granted, he was certain she didn't have a sketchbook filled with drawings of himself, but on more than one occasion he had caught her staring at him. The first time was at the Yule Ball, and Fred was dancing with Angelina Johnson while Elara looked bored and slightly uncomfortable with Theodore Nott as her date.
As much as Fred found Angelina pretty, she paled in comparison to the grace that was Elara Malfoy. Elara had worn a dark green, shimmering dress, accentuating her curves and flowing to the floor with a regal look that had every head turned. Her hair had been up in some complicated look, and her creamy neck was adorned with a silver necklace with the Malfoy family crest sitting arrogantly on her cleavage. Fred could describe all the little details about Elara, but couldn't even tell you what color Angelina's dress was.
It was when Fred was twirling Angelina up in the air, the both of them laughing, that Fred noticed Elara with an odd look on her face, as she was held in Theodore Nott's stiff arms. It took Fred a moment to place the look as jealousy. Their eyes met as Fred set Angelina back down on the ground, and Elara's lips screwed down in a scowl worthy of her father, and swiftly turned away from his gaze.
From that moment, he had seen her staring several other times, and he was able to draw her eyes in more detail as he was finally getting to see them more often. George was the only person who knew of his obsession, and frequently switched between making fun of him and worrying about him.
"Mate," George had said one night, when Fred was up later than he should have been, furiously getting her eyes just right. "This girl isn't worth the stress. She's a Malfoy."
"Georgie, I'm well aware of her heritage," Fred had replied, pausing his pencil to look at his twin. "I know nothing will come of this. But I just can't stop thinking of her."
It wasn't like Elara was all bad, either. Thanks to his obsession, he had seen her more than once secretly hex her brother when he was being mean to younger students. And Fred noticed that anytime she saw an older student from any house doing anything to make the younger students of any house feel uncomfortable or bullying them, she would silently hex them too. She did care, Fred knew, it just didn't seem to be a priority to her.
Fred's moment to shine, however, came in the form of a Potions class that he and George had arrived late to. There had been no seats left, except for one next to Lee Jordan, and one left to Elara Malfoy. George had given him a swift wink before setting his things down next to George, while Fred was left to make his way to the back corner where Elara had her head bent over a brightly colored journal that seemed out of place in her usual dark attire.
"Afternoon." Fred tried to say the word cheerfully, but it came out funny and stuck in his suddenly dry throat, giving the impression that he had regressed in puberty.
Elara looked up then, her black lips pursing and her grey eyes narrowing. This close, he could see there was actually a ring of blue and flecks of green in her eyes, and his fingers twitched as he thought of drawing them later.
She parted her full lips to say something, but was interrupted as Snape informed them to turn to page seven hundred and thirty eight in their Potions book. She settled for a sneer instead, and Fred had to hold back a laugh as it fully mirrored her brother's infamous look.
"Something amusing, Weasley?" She uttered, her long black fingernails flicking through the pages.
And Merlin, her voice was something else. It was throaty and light at the same time, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hear her rasp as he fucked her over a counter- and he had to stop himself there.
"Just the family resemblance, is all." Fred replied smoothly, cocking an eyebrow as he met her contempt gaze.
"Hm," Elara paused, looking him up and down. "You're right, family resemblance is a funny thing, Weasley."
With that, she went back to flipping through the pages of her Potions book. And yes, Fred knew, he just knew that was an insult, but he couldn't get over how attractive she was up close and how delectable her voice was to him. This close, he could see that her bottom lip was slightly fuller than her top lip, her eyebrow had a small slit in it from what appeared to be a long forgotten scar, she had dimples, and she smelled like lavender and vanilla mixed with fresh laundry. She wore rings on every finger, small dainty silver ones with different jewels and designs, of course one with the Malfoy crest, and her hands themselves were smaller than he had imagined.
Fred couldn't stop staring at her.
She suddenly stood from the table, and walked towards the front of the room. That made Fred remember that he was supposed to be brewing a potion, and he hastily found the correct page in the book, and then jotted down the ingredients he would need. He made his way up just as she made her way back, and although he offered her a smile, she didn't return it.
"How's it going, Freddie?" George nudged his side with his elbow as they gathered their ingredients.
"Exactly as you're imagining, mate." Fred replied snarkily to his twin, who laughed at his misery. It was rare that George got to see Fred in a position like this, and he had to admit he was enjoying every second of it.
"Good luck!" George winked at Fred, cheerily going to sit back down with Lee Jordan.
Fred would get George back for this.
Elara was busy crushing up dried nettlefish when Fred came back to the table, her sleek silver hair tied back from her face. Fred dumped his ingredients on his half of the table, reaching out a quick hand to grasp the jar containing a bat spleen before it rolled off the side of the table.
Elara noticed, and the side of her mouth quirked up into a smirk. Fred swore then and there that his heart had stopped for a second before starting back up again.
He quickly launched into getting his ingredients put together, running through the motions rather quickly and confidently in an attempt to impress Elara, who already had the correct color and consistency of the Potion they were brewing. Fred swore under his breath as his potion switched from a pale blue color, to a murky green.
"You've added too much wormroot," Elara sighed, pausing in the stirring of her own potion. "Add a pinch more of the dried nettlefish, and it should be fine."
"Define a pinch." Fred scratched the back of his head, grimacing in frustration.
Elara huffed, and suddenly she was invading Fred's personal space, her heavenly scent washing over him as she quickly added the ingredient to the potion, going so far as to stir it for him. She nodded at him when it finally turned to more of a blue than a green.
"It won't be perfect, but unless you'd rather start over that's the best you'll get." Elara shrugged, turning her attention back to her own. It was the perfect shimmering blue, and Fred was mesmerized as he watched Elara gently stir it once more, before raising her hand for Professor Snape to come take a look.
"Thanks." said Fred, unable to take his eyes off Elara's beautiful face. She had gorgeous cheekbones, high and hollow like they were carved by Aphrodite herself. Even as she sat there with her hand raised, she had the grace and poise that could only be associated with traditional pure blood families.
"Ah, Miss Malfoy," Snape pulled a vial from his bat like robes, streaming her potion inside of it and placing a rubber stopper to hold it in place. "Interesting company you have with yourself today."
"Yes, indeed," Elara replied, and it was only because Fred was studying her that he noticed her jaw clench, and her fingers clench around the edge of the table top. "Perhaps if you had more tables in your classroom, I wouldn't have had to subject myself to a Gryffindor."
Snape narrowed his eyes at her, and then darted his gaze over to Fred, who felt insulted at Elara's words. "Weasley, I see you did only slightly better than your brother."
"Well, at least I still came out on top, hm?" Fred retorted, giving a wide smile to the slimy git. Snape rolled his eyes, and swiftly gathered a vial of his potion before moving onto the next table.
"Didn't mean to subject you to my presence, by the way," said Fred lightly, focusing on gathering his ingredients together. "There were no other places for me to sit."
"Aw, did little Weasley get his feelings hurt?" Elara said the words almost seductively, teasing most certainly, but with a little spice. "What's he gonna do about it?"
Fred paused, looking to see that Elara had a smirk on her beautiful face, her long fingernails tapping against the counter. She leaned forward slightly, and Fred noticed that she had undone the top three buttons of her blouse, and he could just barely see a lace bra underneath the fabric. He swallowed hard.
"Perhaps you should meet me at the astronomy tower around midnight, ey?" Fred said the words casually, ignoring the way his dick twitched at the thought.
Elara bit her lip, and sat back in her chair. She slowly crossed her legs, and Fred had to grip the table in front of him.
"I'll be there."
this pairing simply will not leave my mind, and there will be a part two. perhaps more, if it comes to me. next chapter will be... spicy.
-TheFlyingGraysons