"Should we test it," said Tessa nervously.
"We should," replied Fred staring into the aromatic potion.
He took in a breath and sighed happily. Tessa sighed with him staring at his face then down his torso.
"What do you smell?," Asked Fred.
Tessa leaned over the cauldron and sniffed the aromas letting out a breath. She inhaled once more and looked up at Fred.
"I smell rain on pavement," said Tessa. She glanced away from Fred's gaze and began stirring the mixture aromas surrounding her. "Chai, and Sunblock." The last part she whispered quietly making Fred turn around slowly a smile creeping along his face.
"I'm sorry," said Fred slyly. "Couldn't hear the last bit hear over the crackling of the wrappers."
Tessa's cheeks burned as Fred leaned on the table staring at her intently.
"Sunblock," sputtered Tessa louder. Her stomach felt as though it were in knots and her heart racing as she put down the spoon onto the table.
"What's that?" Asked Fred leaning into the table. He hovered over the pink swirling potion not letting go of her gaze.
"It's a muggle invention to protect you from the sun's rays," replied Tessa tying knots at the hem of her cardigan. "My parents make me use it when we have non-magical parties in the Summer."
"Interesting," said Fred leaning away from the table and leaning back onto ingredients filed table behind him.
Tessa quickly turned away and walked over to her cup by the door taking a sip. She felt Fred push up against her and knock the cup out of her hand.
"That one's mine," stated Fred as he pulled away from her quickly. Walking back towards the cauldron.
"But my cup-,"
"Across the room," stated Fred pacing nervously.
Tessa glanced at the single cup next to the broom closet from which they entered through earlier.
"Why does that matter," laughed Tessa watching Fred rummage through their potions box and shakily throwing ingredients into separate piles.
"How long have you been drinking out of my cup?," Asked Fred ignoring her.
"Since I've been here, I guess. I can't remember," she replied gazing at Fred lovingly.
Fred walked back to the table covered in ingredients and began rummaging through a box at the end.
"What kind of potion?" Asked Tessa. "Obviously it wasn't this one." She pointed at the cauldron still bubbling in the center of the room and walked slowly towards Fred boring her eyes into his back.
"One me and George made earlier," replied Fred quietly without looking up from the box.
"What kind?" Asked Tessa.
"I don't know," lied Fred his cheeks turning pink. "But it hasn't affected me yet so I don't-"
Tessa pushed Fred around and planted a kiss on his lips pushing up against the table causing the contents in the box fly in every direction. Fred wrapped an arm around her waist and let her push him into a sitting position onto the table top. She weaved her torso between his legs and yanked his hair lightly.
"Tess," sighed Fred trying to push her away.
She grabbed both of his hands restraining them onto the table. She kissed down his neck, lightly licking his collarbone and back up towards his mouth crawling onto the table straddling his hips. He glance down watching Tessa unzip her skirt revealing a small white line.
"Merlin, fu-."
Tessa placed a kiss on his lips as she freed one of his hands placing it on his knee, slowly massaging up his thigh. Fred grabbed her hand, and stood from the table wrapping his free hand around her waist forcing her legs to wrap around him. He walked across the room and slammed her against the wall causing Tessa to moan lightly.
He dropped her legs from his waist, placing both on the floor, and pushed away from her. He he looked around the room for his wand, occasionally, glancing at Tessa ripping her shirt and skirt off. She jumped into Fred forcing him to catch her. He fell against the table pulling away from the kiss and pushing Tessa's prying hands away from his belt buckle.
Tessa kissed down his neck again and pulling at his sweaters shoving her hands underneath rubbing his stomach pulling the pushing it up. He quickly reached for his, and Tessa's, wand beside the cauldron and pocketed hers holding his firmly in his hand.
"Where are you going," groaned Tessa lifting her head up from his shoulder; trying to pull the wand out of his grip.
"No where if you keep on doing that," sighed Fred as he looked down at her grinding into his groin. "Merlin's beard."
Fred shoved her off him long enough to apparate out of the room .
Tessa sat up from the floor quickly looking for Fred. She heard the door click sharply and bolted to it yanking at the knob that refused to budge.
"Fuck," spat Tessa she whirled around looking for her wand on the table with the now overflowing cauldron.
"Fred," shouted Tessa. She spun back at the door and rammed into it. "GIVE ME MY WAND!"
"I'll be back okay," said Fred through the door.
A loud thud responded to him as he turned around and ran down the hall to the Grand Staircase.
He made it to the Ground Floor and sprinted toward the library. He slowed to a stop at the entrance catching his breath before entering. He situated his sweater opened the door sauntering in.
He weaved through the shelves until he saw George writing in a notebook and walked faster to the table. He sat at it quickly causing his brother and Lee to jump.
"Well you're practically glowing," laughed George. "I'm assuming the potion worked?"
"It did but not on me," replied Fred.
George and Lee sat there unmoving for a minute until George reached for his bag by and began shoving notes in it.
"Stay here," instructed George as Fred nodding looking down at the mess. "And clean that up." He stood from his chair and walked briskly through the library. He exited the room and jogged to the Grand staircase.
"Bloody Hell," mumbled George. He ran up the stairs skipping one at a time and stopped half way wheezing. "Fucking. Hell."
He took in one last breath and ran up the last half of the staircase veering down the hall Fred ran through earlier. He ran into the broom closet connected to the study room. He shut the door behind him and quietly stood there with his hand on the knob. He pulled out a small vial from his pocket, and taking in a breath he pushed the other door open.
"Fred," shouted Tessa from across the room.
She whipped around wildly sprinting towards George. Once closer she slowed to a stop pouting.
"Come on, Tess," joked George. He walked towards her closing he gap. Trying not to gaze down at the girl's half-naked body. "Do you really want that old git."
Tessa stared down at the vial in his hand and started stepping backwards away from him.
"I don't wanna drink that," shouted Tessa. Shaking her head vigorously. She looked around George to see the broom closet door still open. She ran at him full speed ramming into his chest, but George caught her and pushed her back.
"You have to," grumbled George annoyed. He watched Tessa take a few steps back and he walked towards her quickly reaching for her shoulder.
"FUCK!"
George fell to the floor holding his groin moaning. Tessa leaped over George his body and landed next to his shoulder. George grabbed her foot with his free hand before as she began running. She fell with a hard thud as George crawled on top of her resting each leg by her waist and pinning her legs from kneeing him, in the groin again, with his feet.
"No," spat Tessa. Trying to push George away with her arms.
George placed the vial between his teeth and grabbed both of Tessa's flailing arms pinning them to her chest. He wrapped one hand around both of her wrists, and yanking the vial from his mouth with his other hand. He pulled the cork off with his teeth and spat it across the room pouring a few drops onto Tessa's tightly shut lips.
"Drink," growled George. She shook her head trying to get the liquid away from her mouth, until, George grabbed both of her cheeks with his hand lightly squeezing, forcing the liquid to enter between her teeth. Tessa sputtered and coughed horrendously.
"Merlin," groaned Tessa relaxing into George's grip.
"Tess," said George holding her face with both hands.
Tessa groaned in frustration tears welling in her eyes. George sighed hugging her tightly.
"I'm sorry," sputtered Tessa sobbing into George's shoulder
"It's okay," sighed George lifting Tessa up into a sitting position.
"I," sputtered Tessa. "I'm so embarrassed. I-"
"-It's okay," interjected George. "It's not your fault. Okay."
He pulled away from her and sat beside her letting her curl up into his lap. He held her torso and legs hugging her tightly letting her cry into his tear stained sweater.