I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I'm sorry I didn't get to upload on Thursday. From here on out I will be returning to Saturday uploads because I'm returning to school tomorrow. Also I just go sick so the editing in this chapter might not be as thorough as I would've liked. Anyway, thanks to all those who comment and a favorite and I hope you enjoy. :)

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Chapter 25: Day 2

I was no longer in a bed. I knew that for sure. But the exact specifics of where I was remained a mystery. I let out a groan trying to clear the grogginess away from my vision and speed up my thought process so I could register what my eyes were seeing.

"Wow. Now that you've confessed your undying love, even a touch turns you on." Fred teased.

It was the first time I was aware that his strong hand was on my thigh. Nothing sexual, or anything like that, it was just there, right above my knee. Like he was making sure I didn't jump out of the car. All at once my thoughts returned to our location. Car, we were in the car. I shifted so I could sit up right.

I turned to see Fred at the wheel. He looked tired and worn down. His eyes sagged and dark circles looked like bruises on the tender skin that surrounded his soft-looking, blue orbs. He was slouched over and wasn't even smiling despite his joke that managed to turn my cheeks a light shade of pink. My eyes traveled down to his sculpted arms that were probably the result of Quidditch. I wonder how they were still like that even if he wasn't allowed to play anymore. I could imagine what his abs looked like from what I had seen of them last night. The picture of him in only his boxers sent heat up to my face and gave a weird electric jolt through my spine. I saw a small smirk form on his face, which made the blush on my face grow to a deeper shade of red. He knew that I was checking him out.

"Like what you see?" He asked, glancing sideways before returning his eyes to the road.

"Um…." How should I do this? Should I slap him? No, I was already putting him through enough trouble. Making him drive when he was exhausted. I felt like an idiot. I was supposed to drive because it was my fault we had stayed up so late. And I was more used to living on an hour or two of sleep. Those are the kind of skills you tend to pick up when your roommates are evil. Should I deny it? No, then he'll know I was thinking about him half naked. I chewed on my lip trying to decide what to do until I realized me pausing for this long made it seem more suspicious. I chose the only other possible option. "Yes, you look much better with a shirt on."

I threw him off. A lot. He didn't even try to cover up his reaction. He threw me a wild look, trying to decipher what I said. I couldn't even pull out the disposable camera in time because his face was blank in a matter of seconds. Thoughts started flooding my head. I was walking on thin ice and I might as well just have smashed the piece I was standing on with a sledgehammer. I wanted to hit my head on the dashboard, but I remained cool. Turning my gaze out the window so he wouldn't see my expression and read it like he did before.

"I think you're asking for it." He said eventually.

"What?" I looked at him seeing that his smile had returned. So maybe he wasn't mad…

"I think you need to see me shirtless in broad daylight then your eyes will fill with tears because they have never seen anything as beautiful as my body."

Before I could protest, Fred pulled his shirt off in a matter of seconds. This was the first time I was glad I didn't have control of the wheel. His chest and abs were way to distracting. They seemed to scream at me when I looked away. It was impossible. I could hear Fred chuckle, but I really didn't care. I had this weird feeling growing in my stomach. I just wanted to touch him and have him hold me and protect me. Thinking back on it, I would've slapped myself in this moment of weakness. Luckily, I shook out of it and looked in the complete opposite direction just so I wouldn't stare.

"We're taking my shirts off, so it's your turn." I threw him another crazy look. Forcing my eyes on his face, instead of down to his bare torso that I could've sworn belonged to a god. "You are really tired. You can't process a single thing."

I wanted to yell at him and tell him he was wrong, but I looked down. I was wearing my jeans, but he didn't change me out of his shirt from last night. Damn, I was slow.

"No." I said simply. "You didn't have to take off your shirt."

"But you loved it!" He practically sang.

I shot him a glare and slumped further into my seat, crossing my arms over my chest. I was not in the mood to deal with him. And what's worse, I still had another night and another day before I could actually get some breathing room.

"Aw, is someone a little grumpy?" He said like he was talking to a little kid. "I thought that you loved the way my hair falls in my eyes and you were falling under my spell. I sure had you moaning last night." His voice turned into almost a whine as he moaned and called his own name in a mocking, girl voice.

"Shut it." I growled through my clenched teeth. Why did I tell him I loved him? Why did I even love him in the first place? It was a well-known fact he and his twin were players. Rumors about him even circulated all the way to the Slytherin house. No doubt they were probably manipulated and blown out of proportion, but still, they were there.

"I'm sorry. I was being an arse." He said, noticing my reaction.

"Whatever, lets just go. We have like two more hours till we get anywhere near the square." I tried to brush him off, but he didn't quit.

"Auden, don't be like this. Tell me what I screwed up on this time." He said.

To my surprise he didn't sound annoyed or frustrated, but honest and…almost, upset with himself.

"Please, Auden. I'm not good with relationships. I've never had one. I say stupid things and do stupid things because I really, really like you. The filter comes down and I say things I don't mean." His blue eyes were shining when he looked at me sending a wave of guilt washing through me. "If it makes you feel any better, I really liked your moan. It made me feel like I was doing something right."

"Don't…" I started to say, now feeling like I was the bad guy. "Don't bring up the moan. It was embarrassing and stupid and-"

"Cute." He finished, throwing a crooked smile my way. "It just turned me on. Like, UUUUHHHH FRED! FRED! PLEASE! UUUUHHHH GIVE ME MORE!"

I started laughing this time. "You jerk!" I joked hitting him again.

"I JUST CAN'T STOP!" He shouted over me.

He used his right arm to defend my hits so he could remain focused on the road. I stopped when he stopped, which was about a minute later. He captured my sweaty hand in his rough one and intertwined our fingers.

"Sorry, I'm just kind of nervous." I apologized for my clammy hands.

"Why?" He asked, instead of removing his hand in disgust.

"I don't know." I admitted. "I guess I just want to impress you."

"Same here." He said, filling the awkward silence that I was sure would follow. "That's why I say stupid things. I try to fight the nerves and it just turns out bad."

"But why should you be nervous? You're you. The popular, funny, hot Fred Weasley. You have plenty of girls chasing after you." I said.

"But you're the only one that matters." He answered.

Since when did he have the ability to take my breath away? I didn't know what to say to that. He liked me so much he couldn't keep his cool like he did with other girls. I couldn't help but smile, but I didn't know how else to respond.

"You think I'm hot?" He asked, the corner of his lips tugging up to smile.

"Don't let it get to your head. The last thing I need is for you to get more cocky." I warned.

"It's not being cocky, it's called confidence. And more confidence means better sex." He winked.

At that moment, my body decided to betray me. Spit tickled the back of my throat and I coughed. His grin only grew and my face only got hotter.

"You ass." I mumbled under my breath.

"I think you meant to say 'that ass'." He joked.

"You're pushing it." I warned.

"Right, sorry. It's just so much fun to tease you."

"Too much fun apparently." I grumbled. "How about this, every time you say something that's annoying or frustrating, you owe me a pound?"

"Sure." He agreed quickly. "And every time your face turns red, you owe me a kiss."

"That's not fair!" I cried, feeling a blush already rising. "I can't control that."

"I can't help being a pillock around you. See we're even?" He smiled. "Although, you already owe me a kiss. And when I want it you can't turn me down. This is going to be so much fun. I love kissing you. Is that another blush I see?"

I scowled, slumped in my seat, and crossed my arms over my chest. This was not going to be fun.