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: ... the next chapter! *Duundunduuuuun*


1 month before the final battle

How I hated throwing up. I hadn't been able to do anything else if eating more than yoghurt the last couple of weeks. My stomach was growing, and I was getting very weepy by now.

"Lil, get a grip. He'll be around and find out he's gonna be a father, you'll see." My friend, Henrietta, told me and I frowned, wiping my mouth.

"Yeah. If he's still alive." I muttered and she rolled her eyes.

"You hear him every week on the radio show, don't you?" I sighed and put my hands on my stomach.

"I'm scared. I have a bad feeling about all of this." Said I and she laughed and handed me a wet towel, with which I dabbed my sweaty face.

"Every mother has a bad feeling about her pregnancy once or twice. Don't worry about it." she said softly and I managed to smile at her. She helped me up and I looked at the shower.

"I'm going to take a shower." I said and she nodded and moved some hair out of my sweaty face.

"You do that." She left the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I undressed as quickly as I could and the turned on the water. I waited a few seconds before it had turned warm, and then stepped under the shower beam. It felt nice to wash away the stench of my sickness. I sighed happily and squeezed some shampoo out of a bottle into my hair. I didn't hear anything over the rushing water, and therefore almost jumped out of my skin when someone put a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." I gasped at the voice and turned around quickly, almost slipping on the floor. Fred caught me before I did, and soaked his blue shirt. I gasped at the sight of him and sank down on my knees. He turned off the water and hunched down in front of me, cradling my face with his hands. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe properly.

"What are you… doing here?" I asked him and he smiled, caressing my cheek.

"Seeing you…" he silenced, and I looked up at him, seeing his eyes widen. I followed where he looked and saw he was staring at my swollen stomach.

"Oh, that." I said and laughed nervously. Fred looked at me, face unreadable.

"Who's the father?" he asked softly and I looked down at the floor.

"You are, actually…" I whispered and glanced at him. His face was a mask of shock, and I felt an uneasiness grow in my big stomach. He moved his right hand from my face and put it on my stomach. It was weird how much that simple gesture eased me. His face broke into a wide smile and he moved and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed him back, and gripped weakly of his shoulders. He was careful, as if I might shatter at stronger pressure from his side. He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes burning with a gleam I hadn't seen before. He opened his mouth to speak, but seemingly couldn't and just closed it again. He was trembling and he put his hands on my stomach and caressed it gently.

"You're beautiful." He said and looked at me. I smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. He moaned and took a firm of my hair, pulling my head back as to get better access to my mouth as he rose from his crouch. I groaned as he pulled away and he smiled and helped me up.

"I'm not done showering yet." I stated. "My hair is still filled with shampoo and I haven't washed my body yet." He grinned and began to strip. I smiled and turned the water on. It was cold for a few seconds before turning warm. As it did, I felt Fred wrap his arms around me, and place his hands on my stomach. He moved in close, and I enjoyed the feeling of his skin on mine.

"I missed you." I said and he kissed my neck.

"I missed you too. I love you." He said and I smiled, leaning back into him. He massaged my scalp; cleaning my hair of shampoo and making the last tensions in my body disappear. I sighed happily and reached for the shampoo bottle. I turned around and squeezed some shampoo in my hand, and began to wash his hair. He smiled and closed his eyes, bowing his head so I could reach better. He reached around me and grabbed something from the shelf. Moments later I felt him massage my back, hands soft and slick with soap. I moaned as he touched me wherever he could reach, and momentarily forgot all about his hair. He pushed us under the water and rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, then kissed me softly on the mouth. I kissed him back harder, and started to caress his hardening limb. He groaned and kissed me deeper, moving his hands down to my sex and starting to caress me as well. I smiled and sat down on my knees, looking up at him. He smiled at me, and chuckled silently.

"It seems that the first thing we do when we meet is shag." Stated he and I laughed and licked the head of his limb. He moaned, and put a hand in my hair. I swirled his head with my tongue, and the sound coming from his mouth almost made me throw him down on the floor and ride him like there was no tomorrow, but I didn't out of respect of the back of his head and floor. Mosaic was hard.

I inserted his member as far as I could in my mouth, and swirled my tongue, swallowing, doing everything I knew he liked. The musky taste of his skin was so familiar it felt like coming home. I felt his knees shake, and noticed how he had to lean to the wall to be able to keep standing. He moaned and groaned loudly, and pushed my head away as he came. I looked up at him, panting and blushing, and smiled widely at the thought if a part of him living inside of me. He looked down at me and groaned, smiling still.

"A woman looking so damned happy after giving a man a blowjob shouldn't be allowed, you know." He said and I laughed. He sat down in front of me, and kissed me tenderly. He caressed my face, looking at me.

"I want to make love to you in the bedroom. We need to be gentle." He said and I snorted. He laughed and kissed me on the nose. "It's for my sake. I'd kill myself if I hurt you in any way." He said and I grinned.

"I figured as much. Softy."


I cried out as I reached my orgasm, and gripped tight of Fred's thighs, riding him until I felt the waves of pleasure subside. Fred came moments later, having held it in as long as he could. I gasped as he sprayed his hot seed in me, and then slumped back, leaning on his chest. He panted hard in my neck, softly kissing the bite marks he had given me. He put two hands on my stomach and grinned as the baby inside kicked.

"Quidditch pro. Beater. I know it." he said breathlessly and I laughed. I pulled off of him and turned around to look him in the face. He was shining as he pulled me forth and kissed me deeply. I replied eagerly, and we would have given it another go, hadn't someone knocked on the door. I stood up and wrapped my dressing gown around me before I went to open. Henrietta stood outside, grinning at me.

"I heard you finish." She said and I blushed, but laughed at the same time. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going out to get some dinner. Is Fred staying to eat?" she asked and I turned around to look at him. He smiled.

"Would I say no to free food?" he asked and I put out my tongue at him. Henrietta peeked inside and waved at Fred. He waved back and wrapped my quilt around his waist before standing up and walking over to the door. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and grinned at Henrietta.

"You must be the chicken!" he said and she raised an eyebrow at him. I laughed at her attempt to look put out, and she laughed too.

"Yes, I'm the hen. We're having me and pasta tonight. Meaning chicken and pasta. I'm gonna go get the stuff we need." She said and kissed me on the cheek before leaving. Fred pulled me back inside the room, spun me around and kissed me.

"She will take a while." He whispered and I nodded, quickly removing my dressing gown while we walked towards the bed. As we were there, he sat down and I sat in his lap, rubbing my sex against his. I moaned at the feeling of him hardening beneath me, and he squeezed my big breasts, moaning loudly as well. As he was hard, I was soaking, and I lowered myself onto his member. My stomach brushed against his, and I had trouble riding him, so I groaned and got off him and bent over. He understood without me having to say anything, and entered me from the behind. I moaned and he pushed me over to the wall, so I could support myself using my arms. He thrust into me while rubbing my clitoris, and making me nearly blind with lust. I moaned with every thrust inside me, and held my hand over his that was fondling the nub of my sex. I felt my orgasm creeping upon me, and Fred's thrusts began to lose their pace, and become more desperate. He groaned loudly as he came, and kept rubbing my clitoris, until I came too. Stars blinked before my eyes, and I choked on the scream I was about to utter. Fred pulled out of me, and then wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you." He whispered and I smiled.

"I love you too, dimwit." I replied and he laughed and pulled me towards the bathroom to wash off again.


Aaaand once again, my poor writing skills make you all vomit! Or something! 8D