Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Harry Potter, but I own Lily and the plot. I do not make any money from this.
WARNING!!!
THIS STORY ISN'T RATED "M" FOR NOTHING!!!
Do not read if you don't want to be scarred for life from reading my horribly badly written sex-scenes.
Summary: What could have happened if Fred had had a girlfriend. Quick scenes from their meetings, and what happened after he died.
Author's Note: Omigosh! Again! 8D I might upload the whole story in one day! Shocking, isn't it?
Autumn – HBP
I arrived in Diagon Alley early. Most shops hadn't opened yet, and there were only a few other people besides me out. Finding the joke shop wasn't difficult. I stopped outside, looking in through the window. The things inside made me smile widely. I saw someone moving further in the back, and caught a glimpse of red hair. I knocked on the window and the one inside walked towards it. George's face lit up in a blinding smile as he saw me, and he hurried to unlock the door.
"Lil!" he exclaimed. We hugged for a long while, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't let Fred know you did that." George said, smiling.
"Oh, I should've come sooner. This place is amazing." I said, looking around. George grinned widely.
"Well, I guess you must've been quite busy. Working out of country and all." His tone of voice sounded a bit off, and I looked at him.
"Are you mad at me for going?" I asked and George smiled.
"You've spent way too much time with us and read us too well." He stated bluntly and I laughed. "I guess I've been a bit more understanding than Freddie. He was quite torn up. "I believe… you better go upstairs and explain to him why exactly you decided to leave just like that." He took my arm and led me to a room behind it all. A couple of stairs led up to another room, and he let go of me there.
"I'm going to open up the shop. Take your time." He informed. "Third door on the left." I smiled at him and then walked up the stairs.
I silently opened the door, and found Fred's room to be a complete mess. Notes and scraps of experimental products everywhere. He was lying in his bed, sound asleep, snoring loudly. I smiled at it all, and walked over to the bed, careful not to step in anything I wouldn't want on my shoes. I sat down next to him, moving his hair out of his face. He stirred and opened his eyes, smiling as he saw me.
"Well, this is a nice dream." He said; voice gooey from sleep. I smiled at him and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down on the bed atop of him. I sat astride of him, and kissed him as if we were to die tomorrow. He kissed me back just as much, and I smiled. I pulled back and looked down at him.
"So, George told me I should tell you why I left." I said and Fred looked like he wanted to look put out, but couldn't.
"I would very much like to know. Your letter didn't say much." He confirmed and caressed my cheek. I leant into his hand, closing my eyes and enjoying his touch for a few seconds.
"You know how I'm from Sweden originally." I said and he nodded. "Well, they needed persons with connections on both sides of the water. The ministry's in some big trouble I tell you." I sighed, biting my lip. The troubles I had left behind when deciding to come here was a constant nagging pain in the back of my head. He caressed my cheek. "My brother needed me. His family was having… financial problems." I said and looked at him, feeling how I silently pleaded for his understanding. He smiled slightly, caressing my cheek.
"You've got so much on your mind." He stated. I laughed and moved my hips in a circle. His eyes widened and he bit his lip. "I missed you." He added softly and I smiled, moving my hands over his chest.
"As did I." I kissed his neck all over, enjoying having him squirm beneath me. He grabbed my thighs, holding them tightly and grinding his hips upwards. I groaned feeling his hard pressing against me, and I reached down to remove his pajama bottoms. He obliged, not resisting in any way. He began to unbutton my yellow shirt, and I stood up to remove my jeans.
As we were both completely undressed, I straddled him again. The way he looked at me almost made me blush. Like a little school girl. I bent down and kissed him deeply, and he cradled my head as if he was afraid he'd break me.
"Let's not-"
"Use chocolates?" Fred finished and I smiled at him.
"I want to feel you without my senses overwhelming me." I whispered and he smiled. He moved his hands over my hips, to my buttocks, my sex. I gasped, and closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of him touching me. I could really feel it now, without everything overwhelming, without it being almost too much. I moved his hands away, and then lowered myself onto his limb. He gasped and I smiled at this. Slowly, I lowered myself until I could no more, and then sat still, adjusting. He looked at me, caressing my cheek. I smiled at him and began to move, slowly, feeling him brushing against my insides. He followed my pace, gripping my thighs tightly. As riding him, I clawed his chest, causing him to cry out.
"Crazy woman…" he moaned and I grinned. He moved a hand to the nub of my sex, and began to circle it, sending waves of hot pleasure through my body. The sounds, the moans, the touches, nothing exaggerated. He came before me, and then by touching and licking, helped me do the same.
"Finally you're down! I thought I'd have to send someone up to see if you were dead." George said as Fred and I walked down the stairs. The shop was crammed with people, looking at things, standing in line. George was standing by the foot of the stairs, grinning at us.
"Why Fred! You look much happier, don't you?" he said and Fred aimed a hit at him, which George gracefully avoided. He grinned. "I have to go see to the shop. Spend some time together today." He said as he went inside a room at the back. Fred looked at me and I shrugged. Fred grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the door.
"Come on then."
Summer – HBP
I arrived outside the Burrow at sundown. Fred, Ginny and Charlie greeted me as I arrived. I hugged Fred tightly.
"How long can you stay?" Ginny asked and I looked at her.
"I will stay for the wedding." I replied and Fred stroked the back of my head. "When are you bringing Harry here?" I asked and Charlie and Ginny glanced at each other.
"Tomorrow evening. Are you coming?" Charlie asked, and I nodded. Fred pulled away from me and glared at me.
"You are so not coming." He growled at me and I glared back at him.
"That is not your decision to make. If I don't go, you shouldn't either." He pressed his lips together in a thin line, and I kept glaring at him. Ginny stepped closer.
"Come on. Let's get inside." She insisted and Fred nodded stiffly. Charlie watched it all silently
I was biting my nails. I hadn't done that since I was eleven years old and to be sorted into a Hogwarts house. Mrs. Weasley was outside, waiting, while Harry and Ginny was sitting inside, also waiting.
"I'm certain they'll be here soon." Ginny said, and I smiled at her. She sat down next to me and I leant my head on my hands.
As we were in Fred's and George's room, I ran at him, hitting him with strikes missing their usual force.
"Bastard! You sodding wanker!" I growled and he caught my hands and held me up as I almost collapsed on the floor. "I didn't know if you were alive… why couldn't you just be in time?" I whispered and he sighed, cradling me in his arms.
"Shush." He whispered softly. I felt I was shivering, and he sat me down on the bed, wrapping the covers around me. I touched his face, moving the tips of my fingers over his nose, cheeks, lips and forehead.
"What if you were dead? What if I couldn't see you again? What if I couldn't hear you again? What if I couldn't touch you again? What if I couldn't…" I lost track of my voice, and felt tears burn in my eyes. Dumbledore gone. Moody gone. George without an ear. I was scared, and tired of hiding it to strengthen others. I sobbed on his chest, while he rocked me back and forth.
I woke up in Fred's arms, still wrapped in his quilt. George's bed was empty, but Charlie and Bill were sleeping on cots in the room. They were all snoring loudly, and I couldn't help but smile at the chainsaw imitations. I sat up, and carefully crept out of Fred's arms. I felt soggy, as if I had the echo of a hangover, but at the same time better than the day before. I left the bedroom for the bathroom.
I returned and found Bill and Charlie awake. They smiled at me and then started to tip-toe out of the room.
"Where is George?" I asked and their smiles faded.
"We didn't want to move him. He's still downstairs." Said Charlie and I nodded. They left the room and I sat down on the bed, next to Fred. He roused and looked up at me.
"This dream is certainly better than the one I just had." He muttered and I smiled vaguely and kissed him on the forehead.
"You should get up." I said and he nodded.
"I will in a minute. Are you alright?" he asked as he sat up, and looked worriedly at me. I nodded.
"Better than yesterday. Sorry for being such a wreck." Fred caressed my cheek.
"You don't have to apologize about that." He grinned. "I mean, you are a girl. It's natural for girls to cry, right?" I hit him hard and he winced.
"My strength is returned. Get your bum out of the bed and let's go down see your brother." I ordered and he obeyed.
"Lovely! All the lovebirds in one room… and me!" George exclaimed and I snickered.
"Ooh, you feel lonely?" I cooed and he snorted.
"I don't." he replied proudly and I kissed him on the cheek.
"You better not." I looked at him. "I should hook you up with someone." I added and he groaned, making the others in the room laugh. Fred was discussing Quidditch with Harry at the moment.
"Who?"
"Oh! I know! Your brother!" I exclaimed, making George look absolutely horrified.
"Pardon?"
"Don't you know? All fangirls love twincest. It's like the girls opposite of lesbian porno." I said sweetly and smiled innocently at him. He looked nauseous, and I laughed at the look on his face.
"Lil, you're very unkind." He said, and I laughed some more.
"Oh, you should but know the mind of the fangirls. We're nasty little pricks." I said and grinned at him. He laughed and hit me on the arm.
"I don't want to see the mind of the fangirls. They're freaky."
"Oh, they have loads of yummy things on their minds. Harry shagging Draco for example. And Harry shagging Snape. Harry shagging Sirius. Hermione shagging Draco. Ronald shagging Harry. Ginny shagging Pansy." The more I said the more nauseated George looked. He held up his hands, making me stop.
"Please, no more. It's horrible!" he said and I laughed.
"I can tell you about this particularly yummy thing I read onc-" George hurried to put a hand over my mouth, keeping me silent. I licked his hand and he hurriedly let go.
"Yuck! Fred, your woman's insane!" George called and Fred laughed, leaving Harry who had just been called by Mrs. Weasley. He sat down on George's sofa, and leant his elbow on his brother's legs.
"You know, I had suspected that for quite some time now, but it's not until now that you told me that I realize it's true." He said and I grinned at him.
"Well, would you rather have me sane? And dull?" I asked, pouting my lips and giving Fred the puppy-dog-eye-look. He blinked twice, and then threw his arms around me. "What're ya doing!?" I shrieked as the chair fell backwards and we crashed down onto the floor.
"I felt the need to glomp you when you looked like that." He said, grinning at me. I laughed and tried to push him off me, but he wouldn't move. He bent down and kissed my neck and I snickered.
"If your mother finds you doing this, you're deeeaa- ooh!" I moaned as he bit my neck. George groaned.
"Get a room!" he laughed and threw a pillow on Fred's back.
"Good idea!" Fred said and with a pop, he Apparated us away. I gasped as we arrived in his room, and pushed him off me.
"Horrible, horrible boy!" I said and glared at him, who grinned widely.
"What did I do?" he asked, now giving me the puppy-dog-eye-look. I smiled and jumped him, making us crash down on the floor, me sitting astride of him.
"Shut up and eat chocolate." I told him fiercely and we didn't talk for a while.
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