#freddiefriday

“Such a little slut, aren’t you?” Fred sneered, speeding up his thrusts as he looked at your face in the mirror in front of you.

You have no answer but a string of moans, as his cock kept on hitting your g-spot with his every thrust.

He scoffed, “Can’t even form full sentences.”

He then tightened his grip on your hair, “Eyes on the mirror slut. So, daddy can see how good he makes you feel.”

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, opening your eyes and looking at the mirror in front of you.

Fred knelt behind you - the sweat making his body shine under the moonlight, his own string of sinful moans flowing out his mouth, a hand twisted around your hair, bringing you pleasure with his every thrust.

“Good girl.” He praised, throwing his head back, “Who’s whore are you baby girl?”

“How’s my vampire doing today?” Fred asked, barging into your dorm room just as you had thrown a sweater on.

You rolled your eyes at him, “For the last time Fred, I’m not a vampire.”

“Well,” he mused, “you sure are as pale as one. Not to mention having to take iron supplements. I’m surprised you’re still able to stand under the sun.”

You rolled your eyes again at him, “It’s called iron deficiency anemia dummy. What are you doing here anyway?”

He shrugged, holding out his hand to reveal a couple of candies, “Just came to tell you that George and I had invented this candy that could help with your headaches. Just thought that I’d give you some.”

You gave him a small smile, “Thanks. That was actually really thoughtful of you.”

He grinned, running a hand through his hair, “I just hated seeing you deal with the nasty buggers all the time.”

The two of you were then walking to the Great Hall when your vision started to spin.

“Hey,” Fred said as you suddenly grabbed on to his arm, “Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, raising a brow as he gave you a worried look.

You nodded, closing your eyes a bit, trying to keep the world from spinning around in circles.

Before you could take another step, you felt yourself falling as the world around you turned pitch black.

Fred had immediately caught you in his arms, before carrying you to the hospital wing bridal style.

“What happened? Is it her anemia?” Madam Pomfrey asked as she spotted the two of you.

Fred laid you down on the bed, “Yeah. She just fainted.”

“Did she take her iron supplements this morning?” The matron asked.

He thought about it for a moment, going back to earlier that morning, “No. She didn’t.”

The matron tutted, “That’s why.”

“Will she be okay?”

“She will. She just needs to rest.”

With a sigh of relief Fred pulled up a chair and sat by your side, holding on to your left hand.

Madam Pomfrey raised a brow at him, “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

The sun peeked through the windows of the youngest Weasley’s bedroom. To your surprise, you were greeted with silence as the rest of the house still happened to be asleep.

You decided to head downstairs with the agenda of making breakfast in bed for your boyfriend, Fred.

Only to find out that he had beaten you to it.

When you had arrived at the kitchen, you were immediately met with the smell of butter and chocolate.

“Good morning love.” He greeted, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning.” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder, “I was actually thinking about making you breakfast.”

Your boyfriend chuckled, “Maybe next time darling. This time, I’ll do it for you.”

You giggled, sitting down on the kitchen table, “Fine. But just because I’m hungry.”

Fred playfully rolled his eyes at you, “You’re cute. Even though you’ve just woken up.”

“Save the cheekiness for later. It’s too early.” You jokingly huffed.

“You love it anyway.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you might’ve gotten a little carried away as the smell of smoke started to fill the kitchen along with Molly Weasley’s shrieks,

“Okay guys!” Hermione said, clapping her hands together, “Y/N and Fred please stay, the rest of you can take a break.”

Hermione was the director for Hogwarts new play: “High School Musical: Senior Year”. After hours of auditions and an incident of Hermione throwing a book at poor Ron in frustration, everything had come together perfectly.

They were about to pack up and call it a day, until Fred and you came running in, wanting to audition.

After having you sing the reprise of “What I’ve Been Looking For”, Hermione knew that she had found the perfect couple to play Troy and Gabriella.

“What do you want us to do Hermione?” You asked, as the rest of the cast filed out of the room.

She smiled, walking over to the stereo and pressing a play, causing a familiar song to fill the air, “You two already know the choreography right? Can you dance this part for me?”

The music continued to play as you held your hand out for Fred.

Take my hand, take a breath, pull me close and take one step

The rest of the world faded to the background as you spun around in Fred’s arms, the only thing that mattered to you in this moment was - you and your boyfriend dancing to “Can I Have This Dance.”

Why?