I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been crazy busy with work. then i had a mental block. Then when i managed to write something decent my computer crashed and I lost my work so that was slightly painful. Also slightly disappointed with myself for not doing chapter names so might go back and change that...
Anyway again thank you for the follows and comments. Hopefully you guys like this chapter too...
TW: Sexual things.
The edge of her jaw.
The pulse point on her throat.
Sliding his hands up the back of her shirt.
As his eyes flicker up across the herbology classroom, ignoring Sprouts docile tones as she carried on about fluxweed amidst the down pour of rain on the greenhouse roof, it's all Fred can think about.
He's trying with every fibre in his body not to look at Lilith. He can't make it obvious. He promised to keep things subtle in public. No staring or touching or anything that could be construed as…well…dating, not her choice of word but he was choosing to call it that.
But sometimes he can't help it.
It started off slow at first. Meeting late in the astronomy tower or the room of requirement. Stolen kisses in corridors in-between lessons and quick fumbles in closets and empty classrooms. Nothing too serious. Always over clothes. Fred was overly cautious not to do that. Besides, he didn't want her thinking he was some sort of sexual deviant, even when that was the only thing he could think about some days.
Then it had escalated rather quickly.
They had met in their usual spot after Defence against the dark arts, down the corridor to the girl's bathroom. It had started off soft and gentle, her hands ran up and down his chest as she pushed herself into him, balancing on her toes so she could reach him properly and groaning softly as his fingers dragged through her hair. Usually they would have at least made it into the bathroom and away from potentially prying eyes, but Fred was already pressing her against the corridor wall, her fingers hooked around his neck as they kissed. Soft and gentle had turned into hurried and hard as his free hand had skimmed up the back of her thigh.
Privacy seemed to go out the window in that moment.
He could feel the heat radiate from her as he gripped the back of her hamstring to stop himself from travelling any further, but then she had let out a hard moan into his mouth that seemed to vibrate along the walls as his fingers dug into her skin. He immediately started to throb as he pressed himself into her, angling his hips. She pulls back for a moment, her hard breathing matching his. Fear flooded his chest as he wondered if she could feel his cock pressed up against her, like she might recall in absolute disgust. Then suddenly she squirms against him ever so slightly, wetting her bottom lip slowly as she looks up at him, and he feels his heart jump into his throat.
They had broken apart after hearing the mew of Mrs Norris along the corridor, quickly fixing their slightly dishevelled clothes, and separating to their opposing common rooms.
Fred had thought of it every day since. What could have happened if they hadn't of been interrupted. He thought about the hard moan into his mouth and how he wanted it to be because of his hands in-between her legs as she clung to him. He almost ached for it.
But since then, they hadn't had a chance to be alone, caught up with studying and horrendous essays and she had stupid orchestra practice because of the final task looming ahead. The only time they could slip notes to each other to arrange plans was in potions, but now most of it ended with the words I can't. Maybe tomorrow?
He always spotted her in the library, she was usually sat around with the Slytherin's whilst he stayed with the Gryffindors. Fred has never really thought about it before, but he was starting to despise this stupid division of houses bullshit.
He knew what would happen if he took a seat at the Slytherin table one dinner, the glares and hushed whispers. He was already getting enough of those from Phlegm and he still saw Chambers sniffing around too. Always at breakfast, pressing his body against hers whilst he brushes her hair back as he mumbles something in her ear. Fred had seen her angrily shove him off every time.
It took every single ounce of strength in his body to not leap over the table and knock him into next week.
She never talked about it. Fred hadn't asked. He was afraid to dig too much. Chambers was the only Slytherin he had ever heard other girls drool over and Lilith had cast him aside for, well… He didn't like to think about it too much, it made his chest hurt.
Fred looks across the room and spots her on the far side, staring out of the glass of the green house and out to the black lake, ignoring the conversation taking place next to her between Cordelia and Adrian Pucey who seem to be viciously flirting with one another. Dispute the heavy rain the greenhouse is boiling as always. Most people have discarded their jumpers as has she, sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone on her shirt. He watches her as she softly chews at her bottom lip, tapping her quill against the parchment as she stares out at the rain. He wonders if she's daydreaming about him. He hopes that maybe she is.
The sharp shove on his shoulder forces him to look away, and his head snaps to George.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" He hisses.
"Because you're meant to be to being subtle. Remember?" His brother says with a low tone. Fred clenches his jaw as he forces himself to gaze down at his notes. But he feels it, the burning, and when he looks up, he immediately spots her looking at him. Her cheeks flush pink as she drops her gaze.
Fred uses his hand to cover the smile. Yeah, she was thinking about him too.
Anyone would say it was the secrecy of it all making it more exciting, but the whole sneaking around thing wasn't as appealing as one might think.
Exhausting.
Sometimes thrilling.
Mainly frustrating. But there were perks to it.
He enjoyed the fact they could get to know each other without other people looming over them and wanting to know every private detail of every conversation and interaction. George knew of course, but he also understood not to ask questions. They didn't have to worry about everyone's judgemental looks and whispers.
Not like Grimilda Hubble. What an absolute nightmare that had been. Sloppy and wet and not particularly amazing but still, it had been his first kiss and therefor monumental.
The next day he had to listen to the school talk about how he had used too much tongue. If anything, it had been her, darting her tongue around like a bloody gecko. But he didn't say anything. Instead, he set off a firework under Quirrell's chair to move the topic of conversation from what a terrible kisser he had been to how the professor screamed like a girl.
But of course, he didn't have to worry about that with Lilith. He knew she wasn't going around and gossiping to Cordelia or any of the other girls about what a potentially bad kisser he was. In his opinion they were incredible.
He had never kissed someone before that had taken the breath from his chest and made him eager for more. With other girls it had been nice of course, there was no denying Angelina had been a decent kisser, but he never went in for another when she had stopped. He didn't find himself fantasising about it afterwards. He hated that he had to listen to Katie and Alicia tease him about it too. It made him feel thirteen again.
He attempts to write notes, eyes flickering up occasionally. He notices her gaze drop or she turns her heads towards the window anytime he looks up. Their eyes lock once and he smiles softly, and she does too.
Both linger behind after the lesson is over and end up in a deserted broom closet. Jumpers on the floor. His wand that he used to light up the room discarded too. The light emits around them as they softly kiss, and she seems to glow as he tugs her shirt free from her skirt. Lilith pulls him closer, deepening the embrace, and he becomes lost in the sensation of it all. The way her lips taste as he grazes his teeth along her bottom lip and her soft moans seems to echo in the snug storeroom.
"You do realise you're going to make me late?" She murmurs against his mouth. He can hear the grin in her voice as she brushes her lips against his again. One of his hands slips under her shirt, rubbing against the soft skin of her back. His fingers linger down her spine. Lilith lets out a slight moan that vibrated throughout her chest and he smirked against her lips.
Fuck. He was enjoying this far too much. Then again by the way she was gripping him, Fred could tell she was too.
"Or – you could skip, and we could spend the next two hours here, just you and me?" He replies, certain her skin is burning against his hands which has now managed to climb slightly higher.
"In a broom closet? You really know how to show a girl a good time."
"Well, isn't the idea of spending the afternoon with me much more appealing?" He places another hard kiss against her lips, feeling the breath catch in her chest. He wants her to agree but he knows she won't.
"You sound as if you're starting to miss me." She teases. Fred's quiet for a moment as he looks down at her, his fingers still tenderly stroking at her skin as he tries to think of a response that doesn't make him sound utterly desperate. He can't think of one.
"Maybe." He finally admits. Her eyes scan his face, he can see she's trying not to react to his words but he's already talking to fill the deafening silence after his admission. "Well – it's not as if I get to see you every day. Got to take what I can get." He says it softly, squeezing her slightly.
"You're relentless - do you know that? You'll see me in potions tomorrow."
He rolls his jaw as he feels the ache in his gut. "You don't even smile at me in potions for fear that anyone might notice." Fred notices the guilt that seems to settle in her features. He didn't mean for it to sound so shitty. "Sorry – I didn't –"
"It's fine." She says, cutting him off. "I just don't know what you want me to say."
"That you would much rather spend the next two hours here with me?" It comes out in a nervous blur. He wants to hear her say I miss you Fred. I wish I got to spend more time with you Fred. Anything along those lines would have sufficed. But he decides not to divulge that. He doesn't want to seem too eager.
Well, more so.
His silence must speak volumes because he suddenly feels her hand on his neck as she pulls him down for a kiss. This time it's utterly different. It feels almost satisfying as he feels her lips press against his in long drawn-out kisses. And this time it's Fred that moans as he feels her lips caress his bottom lip. It catches him by surprise, but he leans in again, almost hungry for it. He feels her smile against his mouth, and he can tell she's pleased with herself for gaining such a reaction from him. Her nose brushes against his as she kissed him again. Her fingers tenderly stroke at the nape of his neck. The affection makes his heart race as his hands move slowly up her back, he feels the edge of her bra clasp under his fingers, and he retracts them slightly.
It suddenly stops and his eyes open to see her staring at him, studying his face. He tries not to let the disappointment show.
He feels her hips twist against him and the memories of last time seem to flood back.
"May I ask you something?"
He chuckles ever so slightly. "I feel like you're going to ask me regardless, so go ahead."
She shifts her stance, but fingers continues to stroke at the back of his neck. It's nice. He was going to try and save that feeling for later.
"Do you think about me?" It catches him off guard. Out of everything he hadn't been expecting that.
"You can't tell?"
The smile creeps onto her face. "No, I can. I just wanted to make sure."
He quirks an eyebrow.
"You're not as elusive as you think you are." She carries on, a slight chuckle in her voice.
Fred feels slightly insulted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, that you blush."
"Blush?" He's almost disgusted with himself.
She nods, her smile growing slightly. "Well, your ears first. They turn bright red and I'm assuming it's when you're thinking about something you shouldn't be. Then your cheeks go all pink. In fact, you're blushing right now." He could feel his cheeks start to burn as soon as she said it. There's a part of him that's glad though, that she noticed that about him.
"Well, it comes with the territory. Red hair. Pale. You should see Ron whenever anyone mentions Hermione, he turns into a beetroot. What's your excuse?" He's of course referring to a mere hour ago, that unfamiliar redness that had washed over her cheeks when they had caught each other's eyes across the green house.
"I guess this is the part where I tell you that I sit around daydreaming about you all day? That's what normal couples do right?"
He smiles at her referring to them as such. "Something along those lines."
She seems to contemplate it for a moment, wetting her bottom lip as her eyes flicker down to his own. "I might do." Fred can hear the nerves in her voice, like she's terrified to say it. "Sometimes." It makes his heart skip a beat.
"So does that mean you're going to stay here with me instead then?" Her smile falters slightly, she swallows hard. "I can't. I would but…"
"You can't piss off Flitwick?"
She seems to stall slightly, but nods after a moment. "Something like that."
He sadly relinquishes his hold, watching her as she smooths out her skirt and tucks her shirt back in before she starts to fix his tie for him. Fred can't help but smile a little as he watches her, bringing a hand up to tuck the loose strands of her back before her ear.
"You were tempted though, for a while there, right? To stay?" Merlin, he does sound desperate.
She smiles and picks a jumper off the floor before leaning up to kiss him a final time.
She doesn't answer the question.
"This is a stupid idea. You know that magic eye of his is going to catch it before anything happens."
Fred sat in the alcove ignoring George's words; eyes focused on the door at the end of the corridor. He lets out a groan as he looks down to his book, scribbling harder at the drawing. "Not necessarily. Besides – it's a good test. If Mad eye doesn't stop it, no one can." He grins as he keeps drawing. "I just need him to hurry up and leave the stupid classroom."
"So, this wouldn't have anything to do with the fact he's got it out for your girlfriend?" George says with smirk. Fred flings a leg out, kicking in twin in the shin which causes a whine.
"Fuck! You prick!" He howls, kicking him back harder. "Besides you're the one that always said we don't prank teachers. Not after the detention we got from Quirrell."
"Well, that was before he tried to turn me into a kebab – remember?" Fred snaps irritably.
George lowers his gaze and stiffens slightly. "I know. But I still don't think it's going to work."
Desperate to change the subject he shoves the book towards him, showing off the image of the two wizards back-to-back. "What you think? Logo?"
"It's fine." George says with less enthusiasm than Fred was expecting. He thought it was rather good.
He knows exactly why George is in a mood and despite the fact he doesn't want to mention it he knows he's going to have to.
"Is this about the letter mum sent?"
"How would you know; you didn't even read it."
"Didn't need to because I know the whole spiel off by heart. You're wasting your life with this shop idea. Blah blah blah. Why can't you be more like perfect prefect Percy. Blah blah blah. Sound about right? Shall I continue?"
George scoffs. He hadn't expected that.
"She also may have mentioned if we fail our Newts then we're officially the biggest disappointments in the family."
"We're already the biggest disappointments in the family." Fred mumbles with slight pride. "You remember mum before 5thyear, sitting around, waiting for us to get your prefect lessons as if that was ever a possibility. Look, it's not like it matters anyway. When we open the shop it's not like failing our Newts is going to matter in the slightest."
"What if we don't. I mean – what if it's just a big disaster and we can't get the money for it and it never happens. And we're just working some crap job at the ministry sweeping up or something cause we didn't pass anything and Mum's right – "
"Then – mum's right." He shrugs, George eyebrows shoot up. "but - I don't intend on that happening." As much as he's trying to reassure his twin the words seem to be setting in, and Fred can feel the anxiety seem to seep out of George. "It's our dream, right? It's going to happen. Even if I have to whore myself out to pay for it."
The worried look on George's face starts to fall slightly, the smile slight. "As if we would make enough money whoring you out."
"Says you."
"Besides, not sure how your girlfriend would feel about that. Although I did see her jumper in our room, care to explain?"
Fred had forgotten about the jumper he had stashed under his pillow, unsure what to do with it. He had only realised she had picked up his a few moments after she left, and by then she was long gone.
"She grabbed mine by accident." He shrugs.
"Oh, and what were you two doing for that to happen?"
Fred smirks. "None of your business."
The sound of smashing glass forces his gaze away from his brother and towards Mad Eye's classroom. It's silent. For a moment Fred's not sure if he even heard it. "Did you – " He starts, but it happens again and they both get to their feet.
The door slams opens and she storms out, heavy breathing, slamming the door shut with all her force behind her.
She spots the pair and he feels his heart clench as their eyes lock. Even from that distance her can see the red around her eyes and the shake in her hands.
Fred doesn't even get a chance to go to her before she takes off down the corridor.
"Fred – should we – "
He doesn't hear George. Suddenly Fred's running too.