CHAPTER 13

When Lily woke up the next morning, she couldn't quite figure out if last night was a dream. It just seemed so unreal. Like something that only happened in stories. She turned around and there was no one there. Maybe it was a dream.

There was a knock at the door and Fred walked in. He jumped onto her bed and stole a kiss.

"Hey," she said sleepily, "where'd you go last night?"

"Sorry hun," he said and kissed her again, "I snuck out at around five,"

"Well, why couldn't you stay?" she asked, trailing her hand up and down his arm.

"Mum gets up at six, and she checks all our rooms. Makes sure we're being good little children. I don't think she would be very happy to find me in your bed. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'd rather wake up to George's snoring than to a beautiful girl in my arms," he smirked. Lily raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, that beautiful girl that's on your mind better be me or someone's getting hexed," she said with a small laugh.

"You're the only beautiful girl that's ever on my mind,"

"Good," she leaned closer to him.

"Yeah," he moved closer too. Their lips met and an all too familiar feeling washed over them.

Fred stood up and held out his hand for Lily.

"Join me for breakfast?" he asked with mock formality. Lily clutched the blanket that was covering her.

"Uh, I'll meet you downstairs. I need to get changed,"

"Why? Everyone else eats in their pyjamas,"

"I know it's not that it's...well I'm only wearing shorts and a singlet,"

"What's wrong with that? It's what you were wearing last night when I was in your bed with you,"

"It was dark last night, you couldn't see me properly. I'm kinda self-conscious," she sat up, still holding the blanket tightly to her torso.

"Here," he grabbed a corner of the blanket, "get rid the blanket,"

Fred tugged lightly and Lily reluctantly loosened her grip. The blanket fell down to her feet, revealing a low-cut and rather tight singlet.

Fred just started for a moment at her flawlessly curved body. Her flat stomach, her fair skin, her ample chest.

"Bloody hell," he whispered, more to himself than to her.

"What?" Lily asked pulling the blanket back.

"Nothing just, blimey Lil. Why have you been hiding this amazing body from me?"

"It's not..."

"Merlin, why can't you see how bloody perfect you are?"

Fred pulled her off the bed and to him. He took her head in his hands and placed a caring kiss on her lips. The kiss quickly became heated. He moved his lips down to her jawline and traced it with little kisses. Then her neck and down to her collarbone.

Lily backed away. Not that she wasn't having fun, she was just afraid that Mr. or Mrs. Weasley were about to walk in. Both of their hearts were racing with excitement.

"Fred what if your mum or dad walks in?" she said cautiously.

"Right now I don't care," he said, pushing her up against the wall. His mouth engulfed hers once again in a steamy snog. She gladly returned the kiss. Until her sensible thoughts wormed their way back into her head.

"Fred..." she muttered between kisses, "we shouldn't...be doing this...right now..."

"Why not?" he whispered "you're my girl and I'll snog you if I want to," his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back "unless of course, you don't want to,"

Lily thought for a moment. She didn't want to risk getting caught, Fred's parents were kind enough to let her live with them. On the other hand though, she couldn't seem to stop herself.

She threw herself back at Fred, and into another excited kiss. He slipped his shirt off effortlessly snaked his arms around her waist. He lifted her slightly so she was standing on her toes. She found her hands tangled in his bright red hair. They sank back into the bed.

After a few minutes of snogging, they just laid there. Lily had her head resting on Fred's chest and a finger trailing the lines of his prominent abs.

"These are the only thing quiddich is good for," she giggled.

"What's wrong with quiddich? You've never even been to one of mine and George's games," he said.

"Well I have my reasons," she looked up to meet his gaze.

"And they are?" he said stroking her dark hair.

"Firstly, you're Gryffindors, I'm a Slytherin and most of your games are Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Secondly, I really don't understand quiddich. And thirdly, it's dangerous and if you get hurt, I don't wanna see it," she admitted.

"Aw, you're worried about me. That's so cute," he teased. She slapped his chest lightly.

"It's not funny! Would you like to see me hit by a bludger while I'm fifty feet above the ground?" she defended.

"You know I'll never let anything happen to you right? And I will Crucio anyone who tries to hurt you," he said placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I know," she smiled.

Her smile turned into a smirk and she swung a leg around the Gryffindor so she was straddling his waist. She wiggled her hips teasingly. Fred moaned at the sudden friction on his groin. She giggled and did it again.

"Do you know you go as red as your hair when I do this," she said and wiggled her hips one more time, causing him to go red, as Lily pointed out, and moan again.

"Stop teasing and get down here!" he growled and pulled her down. He licked her bottom lip, requesting entrance which she happily granted. His hands found their way to her hips and down her legs. Lily was giggling against Fred's moans. They were in the middle of a lustful snog when Mrs. Weasley walked in.