“Darling, wake up.”
Your eyes fluttered open to Fred dimly lit face next to yours.
“Mm, what time is it?”
“It’s almost 6.”
You shot up in his bed, earning a little chuckle. The drapes of his bed were mostly shut, with only a small stream of moonlight illuminating the covers. Fred sat up beside you, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you close as he pressed a tender kiss onto your head. You relaxed as you slumped into him. You’d fallen asleep in his bed last night after a late night of essay writing. Of course he’d let you sleep in his bed, Fred was just kind like that. And of course he would wake you up early so you could sneak back to your dorm before anyone noticed. A lot of people thought him and George were reckless and irresponsible, but the more time you spent with them, the more you realized they were two of the smartest people you’d ever met. And the most caring.
It had been a month since you had kissed Fred hastily after his quidditch match. He was sweaty and out of breath as the crowd rushed onto the field, and for some reason you had kissed him as a form of congratulation. You had been so taken aback from your actions that you were hardly paying attention when he grinned and pulled you into a second, more eager kiss. It only took off from there. Your classroom crush had transformed into an insatiable desire for each other. It didn’t help that he seemed to know just about every secret corridor in the whole school either.
And so here you were in Fred Weasley’s bed, waking up to a kiss and a sweet goodbye before heading back to the girls dormitory. You smiled to yourself. You could definitely get used to this.
