#requeste

I was on my third drink of red label mixed with coke feeling the alcohol run through my veins. Joel was forced to go to the most dreadful dinner party and dragged me along with him. I silently entertained myself with a secret drinking game, of taking a huge sip of my drink every time I heard a fake laugh or someone would share their life story with me. At first, the red label burned going down my throat but the more I drank the less I felt the burn. I felt as if I could drink straight vodka at this point and there would be no need for a chaser. The more I drank, the more the room spun and everything made me giggle. Joel noticed that I was drunk when he caught me giggling to people leaving and entering the bathroom.  

“Babe, what's so funny?” He asked as he gripped my waist and kissed my cheek

“I bet that bathroom is really nice.” I giggled as I leaned against him

“Yea it probably is, this is a fancy place.” He chuckled 

“I bet its really big in there,” I added as I turned my head to look at him

“Probably there's a lot of people here. But I still don't get what's so funny.” Joel innocently stated smiling down at me

“Joel…” I smiled finding his innocent mind to be so adorable

“Y/N…?” Joel mimicked as he shook his head confused

“Babe” I grinned “Let me explain.”

I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom after someone left. I quickly locked the door and pushed him against it. My lips crashed into his as my arms wrapped around his neck. His hands held onto my waist as he kissed me back. I moved my lips to his jaw softly tugging at his lightly stubbled skin. He let out a soft groan as my lips made their way to his neck landing on his sensitive spot. Joel's hands sunk further down my body as they gently squeezed my ass and grabbed my thighs picking me up. I jumped a little, wrapping my legs around his waist as I continued to kiss his neck. Joel placed me on the bathroom counter and kissed my neck. He landed directly on my sweet spot sending electricity to my core.

I bucked my hips and moaned out, craving more.

“Joel...fuck me!” I whined tugging on my bottom lip.

“What if someone walks in?” He freaked out

“They'll leave! Joel papi please!” I begged sliding off the counter and getting on my knees. “Plus I locked the door so they know its occupied.” 

“Babe….ughh….fucckk…” Joel moaned out as I unbuckled his pants, lifted his shirt and kissed his V line down. 

Joel grabbed onto the counter as I grabbed his hardening penis and licked up his shaft. I kissed the tip coating my lips in his pre-cum and let go. 

“I can continue if youd like but you seemed to have a problem fucking in here.” I teased locking eyes with him. 

“Mi amor, please don't stop!” He whined 

I sucked on his head and swirled my hand around his shaft. Joel let go of the counter and tugged on my hair.

“Babe…more...please” He groaned as he thrusted his hips. 

I took more of him in as he began to face fuck me making my hands land on his thighs. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my core drowned in pleasure. 

“Fuck you’re so hot you should look at yourself in the mirror.” Joel groaned as he hit the back of my throat. 

His eyes went wide and a sly grin formed in his face when he removed himself from me and helped me up. He turned me around and bent me over the sink in one swift motion. He lifted my tight dress and smacked my ass.  

“Baby, you're not wearing any underwear?” He asked amazed

“I didn't want panty lines.” I huffed out sticking my ass out “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Of course,” Joel growled as he grabbed my ass and slowly inserted the tip. 

My walls slowly stretched around him as he began at a slow pace. 

“Babe I want you to look at yourself” Joel commanded as he tugged on my hair. 

My head shot up as I locked eyes with him in the mirror. 

“Oh and I’m the kinky one?” I teased as he fasted the pace.

His hands grabbed my hips and quickened the pace. I pressed my hand against the mirror as I locked eyes with my reflection. I was a moaning mess as Joel rammed in and out of me as if he had just returned home from tour. 

“See how pretty you are?” Joel growled as he leaned his body down and licked the shell of my ear. 

The new position had Joel hitting my g-spot each time.

“Don't stop” I begged as I tried to grab onto the flat surface. 

“Not until you cum princesa” Joel grunted as my other hand smacked the counter trying to hold my body up. 

A familiar knot formed in my stomach as Joel whispered sweet nothings into my ear and occasionally nibbled on my ear. My legs began to shake as I sunk into the pleasure. Joels thrusts disorganized themselves from the rhythm as my walls squeezed around him. 

“Baby I'm close,” Joel grunted trying to fight from reaching the end of his own orgasm

“Me too.” I muffled between my incoherent moans

“Cum on me” Joel encouraged as I dropped my head, legs shaking and I screamed out into my sweet release. 

Joel rode me out for my high and pulled out, dropping me to my knees and I opened my mouth as he came on my tongue, missing a few times hitting my cheek and forehead. I swallowed what I could and wiped the excess off on a towel. Joel picked up his pants and fixed himself in front of the mirror fixing his curls as I lowered my dress back down and ran my fingers through my hair. After the two of us fixed each other up, Joel opened the door first to be met with a grinning Christopher. 

“Hey man,” Joel said nonchalantly. 

“Accio! Accio!” you proclaimed over and over again, yet the book never lifted up off the table.

“Having trouble?” You looked over your shoulder and saw Fred smirking in the doorway. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the book. Now that you had an audience, you absolutely needed to make this spell work.

“Accio!” you tried again, summoning all of your nerves. The book didn’t even budge and you groaned loudly.

“Want some help?” he asked smoothly.

“Not from you.” He looked mock-hurt, which made you smile a little. He sauntered into the room, standing behind you.

“Well, I can perform the spell perfectly every time.” You looked back at him, feeling his breath on your neck. “I’m perfect at quite a lot of things.”

“Fine. Show me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“With pleasure,” he said, pushing up his sleeves. You stepped aside, ready to make fun of him just as he summoned the book perfectly into his hand with one flick of his wrist.

“Bloody hell,” you said, taking a step back. Fred laughed infectiously, setting the book back down on the table.

“How’s studying for your OWLs going?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Not great.”

“Well, this spell isn’t entirely that hard, but you have to want to summon whatever it is you’re summoning more than anything. Is something else on your mind?”

“You mean like the fact that my brother had a nightmare about your father getting attacked by Voldemort, who also wants to kill me and my brother? No, nothing.” He smiled gently, looking down at his feet.

“Sorry, good point. You need to get your mind off of things.”

“I need to study for my OWLs,” you said, turning away from him. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you back to face him, forcing you to look in his eyes. You bit back a smile as he wriggled the wand out of your hand.

“You need to take your mind off of this.” You sighed and leaned into his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you. “And I have a few ideas.”

“Freddie,” you said, pulling away from him. He grabbed hold of your hand and kept you close. “We can’t if we’re in this house with my brother and all of your family and the Order.”

“I’m sick of pretending to hate you.”

“Well, you can just pretend to not like me, you don’t have to hate me,” you said, frowning.

“It’s all or nothing.” You laughed and let him pull on your hand and lead you to his lips just as George came down the hall. His laughter made you separate from Fred’s lips. Panicking, you pushed Fred back so there was appropriate space between the two of you.

“You two are so going to get caught,” George said with a grin, flopping down on the antique chaise against the wall, sending up a cloud of dust. You rolled your eyes and stepped away from Fred, picking up your book and wand. Fred glared at his twin for ruining your moment as you walked to the door. 

“He’s right. I need to study. I’ll see you at dinner.” Once the door shut behind you, Fred sat down next to George.

“Sorry for breaking up the love fest, mate,” George said, clapping him on the back. 

“It’s bullshit. I should be able to snog my girlfriend in my own house. In all the times I pictured this, I never thought Harry would be the one we were hiding from. I figured it’d be Mum.”

“She will freak out, too, don’t worry.”

“Do you think Harry will freak out?”

“I don’t know, you are Y/N’s first real relationship. How would you feel if Harry dated Ginny?”

“Ginny can take care of herself, I’m not worried about her. She’d hex him much worse than any of us would.”

“So would Y/N.”

“So we should tell him, right?”

“I think so. The longer you wait, the more pissed off he’ll be.”

“Dinner!” Mrs. Weasley hollered from the kitchen. 

“You lot coming down?” Harry asked, appearing in the doorway. Fred and George exchanged a look and winked at Harry as they disapparated down to the kitchen. They appeared right behind you, making you scream.

“Oh, I am going to kill you!” you exclaimed, smacking Fred’s arm. He giggled and kept trying to grab onto your hand just as Harry came downstairs. When you saw him, you quickly pulled away and went to sit down next to Tonks. Throughout dinner, Fred avoided your gaze every time you looked over at him.

For disapparating in and out of the kitchen one too many times, Fred and George were tasked with clean up. You followed everyone upstairs but soon made an excuse to run back downstairs. Fred was washing dishes, his back turned to you.

“You know, I heard there was an enchantment that could make that go a lot faster.” He looked back at you, smiling tiredly.

“Part of the punishment.”

“Want some help?” He shrugged, so you walked up to the sink, standing shoulder to shoulder with him as you reached in and grabbed a dish to wash.

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N.”

“I’m not- for what?” He looked down at you knowingly, making you blush. You bumped his hip and continued cleaning the plate in your hand. “Okay, I am trying to make it up to you. I know that I made you mad-”

“You didn’t make me mad, Y/N,” Fred said softly, “It’s just frustrating.”

“I know. But we’re all alone now,” you said, tilting your head up. He leaned down and kissed you gently, humming against your lips. 

“I wish I was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks so I could pretend to be Harry and freak you both out,” George said, walking back into the kitchen. Fred laughed against your lips, looking back at his brother.

“I thought you were taking out the trash, Georgie,” he said.

“It’s not that far.”

“You know, George, I can help Fred finish up if you want.” Fred nodded at his brother and George complied.

“Goodnight, lovers,” he said, bowing slightly before a loud snap echoed through the room as he disapparated again. You both looked at each other, knowing that you were finally alone. Fred smiled and leaned down to your lips just as you turned around. You began humming as you picked up the next dish. He laughed and came up behind you, reaching his arms around you.

“What are you doing?” 

“Just showing you the right way to wash dishes.”

“Ah,” you said, taking a mug from his hand. “I think I can figure it out by myself.”

“Just like Accio, right?” You rolled your eyes and elbowed him gently, making him take a step back. “Alright, sorry, sorry, that was a cheap shot.” 

“Since I helped you with these dishes,” you said, draining the sink, “Do you think you can help me with Accio?”

“You ask reluctantly,” Fred said with a smile.

“Yes, I reluctantly need your help.”

“I reluctantly give you my help.” You laughed and nodded.

“Thank you.” Fred got the mug you had just washed out of the rack and set it down on the long kitchen table. 

“Alright,” Fred said, coming over to you. He straightened your shoulders, made sure your feet were properly spaced apart, critiqued every detail of your posture just to make you smile, and then stepped back. “Think about the mug and only the mug. It has to be the only thing in the world you want. Besides wanting to kiss me.” 

“That’s not helping,” you said, staring at the mug. You concentrated on it, forgetting all about your brother and Fred and Umbridge and Voldemort, and clearly and calmly you uttered, “Accio!” The mug went whizzing into your hand, making you yell excitedly.

“Hey! You did it!” Fred said, coming over to you and hugging you. 

“Thank you,” you said, touching his cheek. You leaned in and kissed him, and didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around your waist. So enchanted with each other you didn’t hear Harry walk into the kitchen until he cleared his throat. Already knowing who it was, you turned very slowly to look at your brother.

“Hey, Harry,” you said softly.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked, looking between the two of you. You looked up at Fred who gave you an encouraging nod and you took his hand. 

“Fred and I have been dating for a few months now. We’ve kept it secret because I didn’t want to upset you, and I’m sorry.”

“Me too, Harry,” Fred said.

“What are you sorry for?” Harry asked, walking to get a glass of water. “As long as I don’t constantly catch you snogging, we’re good. I’m happy for you two.”

“Thanks, Harry,” you said, leaning against Fred’s arm.

“You’re welcome. Keep the snogging to a minimum. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You watched him go out the door and waited until you heard his door shut before looking back at Fred. “So that went better than expected.”

“I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

“Well, there is one more thing,” you said, lacing your hands in his.

“What?”

“You still have to tell your Mum.” Fred grimaced slightly and pulled you to his chest. 

“Let’s worry about that later. All I want to do now is kiss you without having to worry about anyone else walking in.” 

“Perfect,” you said, smiling up at him as his lips came crashing down on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your body close to him just as the kitchen door opened again.

“Fred Weasley!” Molly Weasley thundered through the kitchen.