#fredweasley x oc

[lovepotionsandlust]

Part 16

A brief authors note before the new chapter. This is a long one, it does include smut so 18+ only MDNI. There are mentions of death in this chapter as well. Things are going to get pretty interesting from here on out. Thank you all to the people who have been following along!

You had been many places with your family in the past, but Romania was never one of them. You were amazed by beautiful scenery. The small home you were staying in with the twins had one bedroom, they took turns sharing the bed with you, the other sleeping on the couch for the night. It had a beautiful window seat overlooking the green hills, and a clawfoot tub you could have only dreamt of. This morning you had woken much earlier than Fred and George, enjoying the quiet; you made yourself comfortable in the window seat. Taking in the views of the morning fog still rolling over the hills, you sipped your tea, you couldn’t help but to reflect on just how grateful you were for the two of them. Always making sure what you need, constantly making you smile, protecting you at every turn. Nothing about your situation was the typical dynamic that you could have imagined for yourself, but now you could not see anything else making sense.

“Room for one more?” Fred’s voice startled you back from your thoughts, causing you to jump nearly spilling your tea.

You smiled up at him, his hair a mess, sleep stills strewn across his features. You set your cup aside, opening your arms for him to join you. Fred happily climbed onto the large platform with you, resting his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him. Melting into one another, you both fixed your gaze back to the stunning view below. He pressed gentle kisses to your jaw line,

“How did you sleep? My brother didn’t snore too loudly, did he?”

“First of all, of the two of you, you’re the snorer Freddie.”

“Am not.” A small pout formed on his face.

“Are too.”

“That’s not true, take it back.”

“Fred Gideon Weasley, I have spent more than enough time sleeping next to you to know that you, are in fact a snorer.”

“You did not just full name me this early in the morning.”

“I sure did, and I will do it again if you’re not careful.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “Fine, you win.”

“What do I win?”

“The two for one special.”  George spoke up as he entered the room, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“How did you know that was exactly what I wanted?”

You adjusted your position so George could sit near your feet, he was quick to pull them across his lap; all three of you falling into place.

“So, what do you two have planned for us today?” you asked.

“We wanted to take you to the gardens today.” Fred replied.

A day in the garden with the boys sounded quite lovely, “I think I could fit that into my schedule.”

“We wrote that schedule sweetheart, so be ready by 10:30.” George instructed.

“And wear that blue sundress.” They said in unison.

***

As requested, you pulled your blue and white sundress from your luggage, laying it across your bed. You were still wrapped in your towel, your hair clipped back out of your face as you daydreamed about what the rest of today had in store for you. A pair of hands ran down your arms causing goosebumps to rise over your skin.

“Hey Freddie.” You smiled as his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I will never understand how you can do that.”

“Do what?”

“Always tell us apart so easily, most of the time you don’t even have to look to know which one of us it is.”

“Consider it a gift.” You shrugged.

“Our own mother can’t even tell us apart on our best day. How are we supposed to switch places anymore with you around.”

 “I mean I could always go if you want, leave you two to your antics.”

“Don’t you even think about it.” His grip around you tightened.

“As much as I love being wrapped up in you, if I stand here like this, I am going to be late.”

“We have a few more minutes.” He pressed a slow kiss to the pulse point in your neck, your head lulled to the side instinctually, giving him better access.  He continued to kiss down your neck, enjoying the feeling you closed your eyes, melting under his touch. His hands began roaming your body as he whispered in your ear, “I don’t think I will ever understand what I did in any lifetime to deserve you.”

“Freddie…” You whined out.

He chuckled lowly, “I better leave you to get ready, or George will be upset with the both of us.”

“That is so not fair.” You protested.

“You know I will always finish what I start, but you will just have to wait. We have something special planned for you in fact.”

“Oh?” you perked up curiously.

“But I can’t ruin the surprise, so you must be patient my dear.” Without another word he disappeared back out the door, leaving you feeling more needy than ever.

***

You made your way down the stone path, taking in the various flowers of every color and shape. You wandered in awe, the twins not far behind you; carefully watching your every move. You were more scenery to them than the ever-expanding landscape. You continued further into the garden, making your way through a stone archway, you were met with what felt like a never ending field of your favorite flowers. In every direction as far as your eyes could see. Turning back to the twins, you were met with a look of pride shared between the two of them.

“You knew?”

“Why do you think we picked this garden of all others?” George answered.

You smiled turning back around, no one had ever paid that much attention to the things that you enjoyed. Your heart felt so full, your cheeks flushed a bright pink as you continued towards the flowers, stopping to softly touch the petals. You felt the twins’ approach either side of you, George’s hand rested on your lower back, Fred interlocked his fingers with yours. Right here in this moment you knew you were destined to find yourself here. Surrounded by Fred and George, enveloped in their care and love for you.

“We got you something.” They both stated.

“What do you mean?” You looked up at them puzzled.

Fred outstretched his hand that was not interlocked with his, resting in his hand was a necklace. A gold flower identical to the ones in front of you, on either side of the petals was a crystal gem; one purple and one orange. It was perfect, the two of them on one piece of jewelry.

“We wanted to find you something that represented all three of us.” Fred spoke.

Tears threatened to spill over your eyes, you couldn’t look up at either of them for fear that you would not be able to hold them back.

George spoke softly, “If you don’t like it-”

“I love it. Can you help me put it on?” You held your hair up, allowing George to wrap the necklace around your neck. “Thank you both so much, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“We wanted to.” They reassured you in unison.

“I love you both so much, truly I can not express enough my gratitude for this entire trip, for everything you both do for me.”

“You must not understand just how much you mean to us sweetheart.” Fred said.

“I think I am beginning to.”

***

 Freds hand was clamped down over your mouth, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. His fingers plunging deep within your soaked core, his thumb rubbing slow, strong circles on your clit. “So tense baby, let me take care of you, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in your ear, kissing his way down your jaw. Fred had his mind set on providing you with some relief and comfort the best way he knew how. Reaching down your hand grabbing hold of his throbbing cock, his breath hitched at your touch. “Now, now sweetheart, this is about you tonight.” His fingers angled upwards pushing on that sensitive spot you so desperately needed, your needy moans growing louder behind his hand. Your legs were shaking, struggling to catch your breath as the knot in your lower abdomen tightened. Fred leaned down taking your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, grazing it gently with his teeth. Your back arched up off the bed as your release pooled below your thighs.

Stars filled your vision, Freds voice easing you back down to Earth, “That’s my girl, you’re doing so good for me.” Your eyes fluttered, his hand moved from your mouth to your cheek, pulling your gaze up to him. As Fred removed his fingers you whined at the feeling of emptiness, a pout finding your lips. “Tell me what you need, I’ll give you anything you want.” Tightening your grip on his hard cock you pleaded, “fuck me Freddie, please. I need you inside of me.” A satisfied chuckle escaped him.

“As you wish my love, on your side.”

Not wanting to waste any time, you rolled onto your side, your back facing him.  Freds long arms wrapping around your waist pulling you close to him, his hand reaching between you, running the thick head of his cock through your wet folds. A deep groan leaving his chest, whispering in your ear, “you’re so wet baby, are you are you ready for me?”

Pushing your hips back to meet his, causing him to slip inside of you. A moan louder than you had expected left the both of you in unison. His fingers digging into your hip, gliding you further onto his length until he had bottomed out inside of you. Pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size. He waited for your nod to keep going, he thrust into you at an agonizingly slow pace. You rocked your hips back against him, desperately craving more.

“Slow down, you know I will give you what you need. Let me take my time with you.”

“Please Freddie.”

“Baby, I don’t want to finish too early. You feel too fucking good right now.”  

His praises caused you to clamp down on him, prompting him to pause his movements. “You can’t do that either, I am not going to make it.”

“Sweet boy, please fuck me harder, I want you to fill me up. Please.”

 “You better be quiet then unless you want my brother to hear what I am doing to you in here. He is asleep on the other side of that wall.”

You nodded, part of you secretly hoped that George was on the other side of the door listening. Your attention quickly being pulled back to Fred as his hips started slamming into you at a rapid pace. Angling your hips slightly, the head of Freds cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. As another climax was rushing towards you, your moans became louder and shakier. His hand snaked between your legs to meet your swollen clit.

“Unless you want him to hear you, does my sweet girl want my brother to hear how good I’m making her feel?”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, his words only pushing you further into ecstasy. You were not sure why the idea of George hearing you excited you; but you could not deny how much wetter you were at the suggestion.  Freds teeth grazing your neck moving up towards your ear.  

He removed his hand from your mouth, pulling yours away with it. “Then let him hear it baby.”

His rolled his hips up into you, causing breathy moans to leave you, “Oh f-fuck.”

“That’s my good girl. That’s my good fucking girl. Do you want him to come in here and help me? Is that what my girl needs? Another cock to fill her up huh?”

You nodded biting down on your bottom lip, you were feeling needier than ever.

“Then call him in here.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that Freddie? You want to share me?”

A low chuckle left him as he slowed his hips. “Darling, don’t you remember I told you we had a surprise in store for you?” He pushed himself into you deeper, which seemed nearly impossible with how full you had felt. You struggled to keep your eyes open with how good you were feeling.

***

You laid there, waiting and wondering what the two had in store for you. Covered in nothing but a light sheet and a mixture of yours and Fred’s sweat, you were going impatient. The door pushed open slowly, you looked up to find both boys standing in the doorway a look of desire and mischief spread across their faces.

“So, we wanted to put a theory to the test.” George spoke first.

“And what would that be?” You asked.

“Well, you always seem to be able to tell us apart so easily when no one else can, you claim to even be able to do that with your eyes closed…” Fred trailed off, lifting a thick piece of silk ribbon.

“So, as long as you were comfortable with this, we wanted to see how much of us was all that similar.” George continued.

You smiled up at them, “Now you see, it’s not all the ways you are similar, its all of the ways you differ that allow me to tell you apart. I will play your little game, seems there is no way for me to lose now is there?”

***

With the ribbon securely tied over your eyes, you suddenly felt more exposed than ever, a wave of nervousness rushed over you.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” They both spoke from above you.

“I do want to do this, just don’t want to mess up my perfect score.” You joked trying to defuse the tension.

“If you do, we promise we won’t tell anyone.” They responded in unison.

A silent conversation between the two of them must have been shared as you sat there waiting to see who would touch you first. A soft touch to your inner thighs caused you to jump slightly, a set of fingertips trailed up closer to where you so desperately needed. You felt their fingers ghost over your clit so gently you weren’t even sure you truly felt their touch. A light tap was pressed onto your chin prompting you to open your mouth, which you happily obliged. Two fingers pressed over your tongue; you instinctually wrapped your tongue around them. The fingers were removed from your mouth, a warm drop of spit landed on your clit from one of the boys, their fingers now adding your own spit to your swollen bud, circling over it. Pleasure shot through your entire body as the perfect amount of pressure was pressed against you.

“Georgie.” You moaned out.

“That’s right.” He answered adding a light smack to your clit. A surprised moan filling the space between you. “Next round.”

His hands pulled away from you, a whine of protest passing your lips. With no warning you felt a tongue push its way through your folds pulling your clit between their teeth, sucking on it without mercy. Your back arched from the bed as euphoric moans escaped you. You felt two fingers brush against your entrance before being pushed deep within you, angled perfectly to hit that spot you loved so much. Between the perfect amount of suction on your clit and how precisely the fingers were fucking into you, your legs began shaking as your orgasm built. Your hands instinctually moved to his hair, a hand roughly pushed yours away, as all contact swiftly stopped.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to guess.” They said together.

Your head was buzzing with your orgasm so near, you breathlessly spoke, “That’s still Georgie.”

A chuckle was shared between the two, “She’s better than I thought Fred, we may have our work cut out for us here.”

You smiled knowing the difference in their voices easily, “Talking in the third person, are we?”

Without warning George’s mouth fell back onto your core, his tongue around your entrance, lapping up your arousal. A strong swipe of his tongue moved back up to your clit, rolling and twisting over it. His fingers pushed back inside, fucking up into you relentlessly. You felt Fred’s mouth latch onto your nipple, his hand caressing your other breast. Your hips bucked forward, only to be wrapped with Georges free arm holding them in place. Fred kissed his way up your neck to your ear, speaking lowly to you, “Cum for him my love, you have earned it.”

This pushed your orgasm over the edge, your head lulled back as euphoria overtook you. Your leg wrapped around Georges shoulders holding him in place as he continued to fuck his fingers up into you, he let out a deep moan on your clit, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. As your orgasm concluded, your limbs fell limp around you. Fred and George lowly whispering praises to you as you returned down to earth.

You fought to catch your breath as all contact from the twins concluded. Your mind was completely blank as you felt one of them position themselves between your legs. You felt the thick head of a cock running through your folds as it inched its way inside of you, stopping momentarily as it reached halfway. Two small taps to your abdomen prompted you to give your next guess.

“Freddie.” Was all you could get out, still breathless from your last orgasm.

“Good girl.” He spoke thrusting his hips forward to fully fill you. He slowly began fucking you, rolling his hips at the perfect rhythm, you could feel your walls clamping down on him. Your next orgasm was already quickly building.

Your mouth fell agape as soft whines left you, your hands gripped the sheets below you, trying to find something to ground you. A firm grip met your throat causing your eyes to roll back in your head behind the makeshift blindfold. You could recognize George’s touch as he spoke directly to Fred, “Do you think she has proven her point, or should we keep going?”

“Keep going.” You pleased under his touch; Fred chuckled above you.

“As she wishes.” Fred responded, then swiftly pulled his cock out of you, once again leaving you feeling empty.

A set of hands lifted your hips, as a pillow was propped under your hips angling them upwards.

“Tell us what you really want.” They spoke in unison. “Come on, use your words for us.”

You felt nervous to admit what you truly needed in this moment, “I-I need both of you.”

In one swift motion George pushed himself into you, his hips slamming into yours. You were on the brink of overstimulation, and it felt so good. “Georgie!”

Even this fucked out you could tell them apart. “God damn, even after my brother has been in here fucking you senseless, you’re still so god damn tight.” He pulled his hips back slightly, slamming back into you, rolling his hips in a circular motion.

You felt Fred approach the side of the bed turning your head towards him, you opened your mouth willingly.  The heavy head of his cock fell on your tongue before he reached up to pull your blind fold off. “I need those eyes on me baby.”

Gripping the base of his cock, you kept your eyes locked on his. Enjoying how intensely he was watching your every move, you pressed slow wet kisses up the base to the tip. His jaw fell slack, his eyebrows furrowed together, “oh fuck…” left him just loud enough for you to hear. You wrapped your lips around the tip, pulling in the salty but sweet taste.

George continued to fuck into you at a rapid pace, causing you to jolt forward, pushing Fred’s cock deeper into your mouth. You moaned around his thick length as Fred began fucking into your mouth, both thrusting in unison with one another. You felt their hands roaming your body as they used you completely. You fought to keep your eyes up at Fred as, yet another orgasm rushed through your system.

Fred and Georges hips both hurried to catch their own climaxes, as they reveled in the way you felt around them.

“That’s our good girl, taking us so well.” They spoke.

Fred’s hips faltered first, pushing as deep as he could into your mouth as hot ribbons of his cum poured down your throat. He pulled out leaving a string of saliva and cum falling from you. Georges hands met your thighs pushing your legs back further to gain better access. His hips pounded into you rapidly, you moaned loudly as he continued.

“Fuck, I am about to fill this pretty pussy baby, are you ready?” He asked.

You nodded up at him, unable to form words at this point. George pushed his hips flush with yours cumming deeply within you before collapsing above you.

You laid there a limp, dripping mess, fighting to catch your breath. Unable to move or open your eyes at this point. After a few moments you felt two sets of hands on you, warm wash cloths being run up your legs, cleaning you gently. The twins worked in unison to pull clean pajamas over you. George repositioning you as Fred changed the sheets around you, tucking you in snuggly. A gentle kiss being pressed against either temple by each of them, before letting into the exhaustion falling asleep.

***

The twins had allowed you to sleep most of the next morning, only awakening to the sound of their banter from the other room. You opened your eyes to find a steaming cup of your favorite tea on the bedside table waiting for you. Making your way to your feet you were met with the undeniable ache in your thighs and hips. You took a moment to find your balance before tiptoeing your way to the living room. You did not want to disrupt them as they were deep, you turned back around making your way to the bathroom. A bubble bath in that tub sounded amazing right now, they could come find you when they were done.

You slid your way into the warm water, your muscles already thanking you for the relief. The aroma of the bath oil filling your senses as you sunk lower below the bubbles. Resting your head back on the tub you sat looking up at the ceiling, a blush filling your cheeks reminiscing about the events of the night before. Your hand reached up to grasp the necklace from the twins, you could never deny how much they loved you. Nor could you deny how deeply you loved them in return. Nothing could have prepared you for the relationship between the three of you, but you were so grateful for everything they have done for you.

Dipping your head below the water, you ran your hands through your hair before resurfacing. Opening your eyes you were shocked to find you were no longer within the bathroom, looking around you could have sworn you were back at Hogwarts, but the walls looked crumbled and worn. A blue hue coated your sight, your mind quickly flashed back to your divination classes, you were having a vision. You had not had a vision since you dropped the class, why now? You stepped out of the water onto the marble flooring, grateful your robe was still draped over the edge of the tub, wrapping yourself with it. You were in the basement of the castle; groups of students ran past you without being able to see or hear you.

You made your way deeper through the halls, searching for a reason as to why you had been brought here. A commotion to your right caught your attention, it was Fred and Percy. You watched closely as they fought side by side. Percy said something you could not hear, causing Fred to laugh, as he turned to respond to Percy, a large explosion rang out. As the smoke cleared you saw Fred lying on the ground not moving.

“No!” You screamed out, running to his side. As you approached him, a blue mist overtook your vision, only clearing to bring you into the great hall. You saw yourself laying across Fred’s lifeless form, sobbing into his chest. George was holding onto Ron, both sobbing as Molly sat behind Fred on the floor brushing his hair back. The look on George’s face was unlike anything you had ever seen. You could not bring yourself to look at Fred’s face, his hands covered in scrapes and dirt.

The version of you in the vision quickly jumped to your feet, you took off running back into the battle. George calling out for you begging you to stop, you completely ignored his pleading. You followed yourself into the courtyard, watching as you dueled with multiple death eaters, each of them finding the same fate at your hand. Tears streamed down your face as you battled fiercely against the others. After nearly a dozen death eaters were strewn across the ground around you, you fell to your knees. An earth-shattering scream left you as you clutched your chest.

The blue mist took over your sight, your breath quickened terrified of what you would see next. You were at the burrow, standing in front of George who looked absolutely shattered.

“You can’t leave me! Please don’t do this!” he rang out.

“George I can not do this anymore! I can not continue to look at you and see his face every day. It is destroying me!”

“I have already lost my brother, please don’t walk away from me. Without you both, I have nothing! I love you, have I not proven this?”

“I love you too, more than you can ever understand Georgie, but I can’t do this anymore.” You watched as you walked away from George.

Once again, the blue mist covered your eyesight, once again finding yourself at the burrow. Your hair was shorter, you were sat in the living room, Ginny sat on one side of you, Molly on the other. Arthur stood at the window his hand covering his mouth as he watched out the window silently. Ginny holding your hand seemingly consoling you, Molly brushed your hair back.

“He’s coming.”  Arthur spoke. A look of panic washed over your face as you looked up at Ginny.

“Don’t worry, we will stay with you.” She reassured you.

George walked in the front door, seeing Arthur first, “what is that look about?” He asked, not yet noticing your presence on the couch.

“Hey Georgie.” Your shaky voice rang out.

All the color drained from his face as he turned to you, “What are you doing here?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have come.” You said to Molly, tears welling in your eyes.

Arthur’s hand clamped down on George’s shoulder, “You are going to hear her out.”

“She abandons me when I need her most, disappears for months, and I should hear her out? You’ve gone mad.”

“George Weasley, I know that I raised you better than that. Now you listen to what she has to say.” Molly spoke sternly as she stood.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Fine, you want the floor, you have it.”

You shared a look with Ginny as she helped you to your feet, Georges eyes fell to your swollen abdomen. Shock flushed through his features as his eyes flashed between Arthur and Molly. Arthur nodding at him.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, his tone softening.

You nodded, unable to fully meet his gaze. “It would seem that the last night the three of us shared before… before we all lost Fred, was a bit more productive than we thought.”

“Is it- who’s is it?” He was frozen in place, not sure what answer he was looking for.

“Doctors say there is no way to know for sure.” You answered.

“When did you find out?”

“A couple weeks after I left.” George opened his mouth to respond, Ginny shot him a glance telling him that he needed to let you finish. “I didn’t know what to do, the loss of Fred nearly buried me right with him, the hurt of everything that happened made me so angry. Looking at you I was constantly reminded of him, which slowly became too much for me. Turns out that on top of the grief and loss, I was also experiencing the mood swings thanks to these two.” You rubbed your stomach.

“These two?” George was sure his knees were going to give out from below him.

You chuckled slightly, “Yeah, seems the twin gene only was passed on.”

Looking back up you were met with George standing in front of you, “So, what does it mean that you are back?”

“I am going to leave that up to you, I miss you so much, leaving was a mistake. I can understand if you hate me, if you want nothing to do with me or the babies, but I had to tell you. I am sorry it took me so long.”

He reached out to touch your stomach, pausing nervously. You grabbed his shaky hand, closing the distance between you. He smiled weakly as tears began streaming down his face.

The blue mist cleared pulling you back into the tub. You were gasping for air as you attempted to regain your composure. You hurried out of the water, pulling a towel around yourself. Everything you had been shown had happened so fast, you could barely comprehend everything you saw. You hurried your way back down the hall to find the twins. They were still deep in conversation, your presence pulling their attention. Concern rushed over them as they noted your panicked expression, both rushing to your side.

“What happened?” Fred asked, looking you over.

Gripping onto his shirt, you buried your face into his chest breaking down into tears. His arms wrapped around you protectively. George moved behind you to go check the bathroom for any signs of what had happened.

He returned shaking his head at his brother, “Sweet girl, please talk to us.”

Between choked sobs, “I- had a v-vision.”

“You’re back now, its okay.” They said in unison.

You knew you could not tell them what you had seen, but you also knew you had to do something to change it. You would not be losing either of them, no matter what it cost.

[apparentlytheproblem]

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n-requests are always open for you my darlings with all the love i can possibly muster, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- wave crashin sense of loneliness? enemies to lovers, rain confession, gender neutral and sfw

dating this Weasley would be such a rollercoaster with its ups and downs

honestly, would've hated him at first, i loathe the snark

but the thing is, the charismatic personality would just draw you to that magnet of a man

but it was a bit cute (maybe)

“You’re short enough to have to go onto your tippy toes to kiss me.” “I’m short enough to elbow you directly in the gut, with ease.”

picking fights is just his love language before he realizes you feel the same

so much drama before y'all actually got together

i picture it as how you both would have picked a fight which got you very upset since you've finally come in terms with your feelings and he's here trying to hurt them

it would be rainy day and you'd be making your way back from the green house as quickly as possible as he waits a bit further away

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves rolled.

as you tried to avoid the whole meltdown you realized that his feelings shouldn't be spared and thus starts the argument

from one to another your feelings were in the air, an air full of love and hope

love confessions in the rain>>>

and suddenly how shy you were with a blush plastered on your face wherever he was.

such a shy baby to his thick british accent

i think he's a bit more calmer and steadier than all of you give him credit for

oh but the flirting- give me a break already

he's just the more outgoing and daring type yk

he's the type who would continue to win you over for the rest of your lives after fullingly knowing that he was yours

he'd be so quick w those remarks thats would personally send me of blushing

lets talk about fred's motto: an eye for an eye

it doesn't have to mean anything in a negative sense or even related to you

but if someone was out for you, weasley will be out for them and oh how cruel he could be

he's driven by instict

and if he wants something then he would have it then and there

[juniweasley]

Each and Every Kiss

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!OC (Rosie)

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Narrator thinks about her relationship with Fred Weasley as she walks down the aisle.

Warnings: None other than fluff, mention of Battle of Hogwarts

A/N: This was written for an assignment for a creative fiction writing class where we had to play on time, using flashbacks in reverse order and playing with tense changes with the flashbacks. (I changed the names for the assignment buuuut...)

To help with readability, I also put the ‘flashbacks’ in italics.

This is my first fic and really, first original post on this account, so I hope you all like it!!

          I’m bouncing on the balls of my bare feet – having the ceremony outside on Fred's family’s lawn was a good choice. Feeling the cool grass between my toes is proving to be a good grounding technique, and my breathing slows down. My palms are clammy, and my hands are wound tightly around the bouquet of freshly picked daisies, so tight I can almost bet my knuckles are a shade of ghostly white. But I’m smiling, smiling so hard I can hardly feel my cheeks that are surely redder than my soon-to-be husband’s hair on his head.

          Husband. Wow. Today. I’m attempting to slow my thoughts, staring up at the few clouds that litter an otherwise clear, blue sky. I jump when I hear someone clearing their throat, and I realize the music has started, and my soon-to-be father-in-law Arthur is standing at the corner of the house, his arm out for me to take. I take a deep breath and put my arm in his, my smile unwavering. I’m practically vibrating with joy as he leads me around the house on the makeshift path covered in daisy petals. As we round the corner, I spot the arch that marks the beginning of the aisle. I can feel everyone staring at me, but I only focus on one set of eyes – the mahogany brown eyes at the other end of the aisle, the ones I feel like a magnet drawing me to him, making me want to walk so much faster than this slow wedding song allows.

          I had stared into those same eyes last night while I told him we should just elope that second, that I couldn’t wait any longer. He quieted those feeble attempts at coercion with a soft kiss – one would think that kiss was just the same as any of the other kisses we had shared, but it wasn’t. It was gentle, yet urgent - loving and careful and demanding at the same time. It was a plea to stay, stay with him, though I had already promised a thousand times. He was trying to make sure I was here, really here, and I let him know that I was. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before he nimbly climbed out the window. How cliché.

          His eyes shine with tears as he watches me pace closer to him. His eyes are filled with love and wonder and awe – I know mine are, too.

          I remember that exact same look present in his eyes after the battle. When the school fell and everyone lost so much, we hadn’t lost each other. When we realized it was over, he turned to me, his hand in mine as it had unconsciously been for the last hour or so, and he looked at me with love and wonder and awe. Awe that we were still alive, that we were safe, that we hadn’t lost each other. We stood for a moment, bathing in that awe, before he kissed me so desperately that I wondered if he had thought he had lost me after all. That kiss was a kiss of relief, full of sadness and haste, and I poured all those emotions right back into his lips. It was a necessary kiss, one that tasted of blood and tears and unspoken “I love you”’s.

          I’m halfway there and I still can’t feel my cheeks from smiling so much, but I know there are tears falling down my face. A few tears escape his eyes as well, resting on his high cheekbones for a second before completing their journey to his jaw and falling onto the grass below him. He brings a hand up too late to wipe them away, but he swipes at the wetness anyways. I can’t hear the music now, nor can I hear the sniffles of family members in the crowd. The world falls away and I only see him, in the emerald dress robes I’ve always said were my favorite.

          He wore the same color dress robes to the dance in our sixth year. He went with a seventh-year girl and I went with a group of friends who ended up leaving me alone at our table to dance with their partners. I sat alone all night – well, almost all night, until he approached me. I saw him walking toward me and decided to avoid that conversation at all costs by getting up and going out to the garden. His date tried to follow him, but he shoved her off and followed me. It didn’t take him long to find me on the bench in front of the fountain, and he sat next to me without saying a word. After an uncomfortable amount of time, I turned to see him staring at me, with what looked like pain and regret in his beautiful mahogany eyes. I was confused. After the confusion came anger, and I stood up, scoffing.

            “Don’t look so sheepish, Fred. I’m sure your date misses you; you should go join her.”

          He stood up as well, reaching a hand out but not quite touching mine. “Rosie…”

          I scoffed again at his use of my nickname. “Don’t.” I turned to leave, but I was stopped by his hand on my wrist.

          “Rosie, please. Wait,” he pleaded. When I turned back, his hand left my wrist. He started to say something, but closed his mouth again, seeming to contemplate what exactly he needed to say. “I… What’s going on? Why aren’t you speaking to me? I don’t understand.”

          I was done. Did I have to spell it out for him? I scoffed for a third time, not being able to help it. 

          “Do I really have to say it? Really?”

          “Please.”

          After a moment of hesitation, I looked down at my shoes and asked quietly, “Why didn’t you ask me?” I hesitated. “To the dance, I mean.”

          He stuttered a bit, probably in disbelief. “I-I didn’t… I didn’t know you…”

          Frustrated and feeling done with the painful interaction, craving to just get it over with, I interrupted him. “Damn it, Fred, I love you!” I shouted as I looked up to meet his eyes again. His mouth was agape, as if he were about to say something but it got caught in his throat.

          Without warning, he was stepping towards me, his hands were on my cheeks, and he bent down and kissed me – this one was insistent, reassuring, and nervous. It was a kiss built of all the previous almost-kisses and pent up feelings all coming out at once. He pulled away to utter a breathless “I love you, too, Rosie,” before kissing me again in earnest.

          I reach the altar and Arthur leaves to go to his seat. I still haven’t taken my eyes off of him. I take my place in front of him and we say our vows that we spent all week writing. I tell him of my love and how it has blossomed and bloomed over the years and will never stop, and I promise to never leave. He tells me of when he first knew he loved me.

          It was on a summer break before our fifth year. I was visiting for the last month of the summer, staying in his sister’s room. I’d become close friends with the entire family, but it was Fred with whom I was closest. Fred, his sister, two of his brothers, and I were working in the garden for their mother. It was getting close to sunset and I was watering daisies. When their mother called for dinner, Fred and I were the last ones to leave the garden. He waited for me without saying anything. When I turned to leave, I saw him looking at me.

          “What?” I laughed.

          He shook his head. “Nothing. Your hair just… looks really pretty. In the sun. Right now.” He cleared his throat nervously. “Should we head back in?”

          He threw his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist, and we loped inside. I could’ve sworn I felt his lips on the top of my head for just a split second. I didn’t say anything, though. Just smiled and kept walking.

          I smile as I hear him recount his side of the story like he has so many times since then. We say our “I do’s,” and before his lips reach mine, I say, “I love you.” 

          “I love you more, darling,” he replies, and he kisses me with the sweetest kiss he has ever placed upon my lips, with both gentle affection and fervor. Each kiss we have ever shared has been unique from the rest, and always better than the last. This kiss is no different.

[lastxviolet]

In Neglected Fields, the Fern Grows - Ch. 4

Fred Weasley x OC 

5,067k 

Chapter 4 / 10 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Slight Dom!Fred, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, masturbation (m), unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of death

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13829826/1/In-Neglected-Fields-the-Fern-Grows

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"Come here," Fred growled, gripping the back of her neck.

His teeth made contact with her pulse point and she gasped quietly. Her heart pounded in her ears so loud she couldn't hear the creaks and groans of the castle around them. Only Fred's labored breathing against her neck and how much adrenaline was pumping through her veins were audible.

He slid his tongue down her chest, moving her robe as he continued downwards and then dropped to his knees. She frantically looked down and almost panicked about doing this on the floor but stopped as Fred's tongue slid desperately between her legs.

She twitched and gasped against the wall from shock and pleasure.

"Open your legs," he commanded in a silky voice.

She did as she was told and he wasted no time finding her throbbing core.

"Fred," she moaned, gripping his hair, coaxing him closer.

He chuckled and licked her slowly; agonizingly. "Such a good girl for me."

The words sent fire through her veins. This is what she had missed by pushing him away last week. She'd never felt so stupid in her life as she parted her legs further, hoping for more rewards.

Fred gorged himself on her like he hadn't had a meal in years. All the boys before had stirred a tingle or buzz within her. Their touches had been uncoordinated, and purely for their own pleasure. Their fingers went where they wanted, and their tongue only graced the parts of her that they wanted to taste.

But Fred; he was calculated in making her body burn. His lips brushed the most intimate parts of her with adoration and meticulous attention. He responded to each of her sounds with enthusiasm and attacked the places that made her writhe as if he was trying to win some prize. He worked her slow and then quick, alternating between giving her exactly what she wanted and then withholding it. It was maddening bliss. She glanced down and watched as he mirrored the movements of his tongue with the frantic pumping of his hand. The sight nearly threw her over the edge.

"Please," she moaned.

A smile played on his lips as he looked up at her, letting his thumb continue his work slowly, not giving her the chance to reach her peak before they could climb together. Normally, giving him such satisfaction would drive her insane, but for some reason, she didn't mind being putty in his hands.

"Please, what," he whispered, kissing her hipbones.

All she could do was moan, over and over as he gorgeously stroked her. His abilities were a surprise but his talent for teasing was not.

"Don't whine, Fern. I need you to use your words."

"Fuck me," she begged. "Please, fuck me…oh fuck."

He chuckled darkly and rubbed her clit a few more times. Unbelievably, she would've begged more, and more until her throat was raw but he obliged her and began kissing up her stomach. He stopped teasing then, fully standing to pin her against the wall. His erection dug into her stomach, it alone, made her ache.

"Don't move," he whispered, hooking his arm underneath her leg, and pressing it against the wall, to open her up.

They moaned in tandem as he bucked forward and teased her slit with the head of his shaft. He leaned forward and groaned into her chest to keep from pushing into her fully.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted.

"Good girls shouldn't say things like that," he cooed, teasing her entrance.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, too drunk on the feeling of him kissing her neck to really focus on giving a coherent answer.

"Maybe you aren't a good girl, then," he teased.

"M'not," she moaned.

He stopped moving then and loomed over her, coming so close to her face that she wondered if he was going to kiss her.

"What are you?"

"Whore," she moaned, moving her hips against the tip of him.

"Wrong answer, Fern."

She searched his expression for the right answer but it only took seconds to see the territorial, and possessive glimmer in his eye.

"Yours…I'm yours — Fred please."

He groaned and bit at her collarbone. "Fuck," he sighed. "Mine. You're mine."

Slowly, the large redhead began pressing himself through her folds. She gasped and braced her hands against his shoulders. He was much larger than anyone else she'd been with. It stung like it was her first time but as he bottomed out inside of her, he hit something she hadn't even known was there. They moaned quietly in tandem as he pulled out and plunged into her again, faster this time.

"Fucking hell," Fred moaned, grabbing her wrists and pressing them against the wall above her head.

"Keep. Your. Hands. There," he commanded with each stroke.

Surely, she looked messy and desperate but for some reason, she liked it. She liked having him smugly in control of her, especially when he'd let her pretend to be in control earlier. The little game made her skin burn and body twitch. He wanted to touch her, tell her what to do, reward her for being good. She felt wanted in a way that was utterly animalistic and unescapable.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She did as she was told, gladly sticking her tongue out like she had when he'd put his thumb in her mouth. He seemed to like that image because he released her wrists and hastily grabbed her neck.

She kept eye contact and moaned when he pressed his thumb against her tongue again. Feeling bold, she wrapped her lips around the long finger and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the top as if it was him. He hissed and pumped into her faster.

"You look so pretty with my finger in your mouth, Fern," he purred between labored breaths.

She went slack-jawed as he filled her up over and over again in an unrelenting rhythm. He slid his thumb to the back of her throat and let drool slide down her chin.

"Fuck, I could look at you like this forever," he sighed.

He thrust into her frantically. A moan ripped through her chest as the thumb on her tongue slid down her body and began toying wither her clit.

Despite coming undone himself, Fred chuckled and kissed her chin, absorbing her failed attempts at keeping quiet. "And I thought you didn't like me."

"I don't," she gasped. "But choke me when I cum."

"Fuck," he groaned, furrowing his brow with concentration.

Five more thrusts and she was shaking underneath him.

Her orgasm ripped through her body, intense and hungry for every ounce of control that she had left. Long, strong fingers wrapped around her throat, as requested, and squeezed just enough to give her a taste of oblivion.

The world went dark except for excruciating pleasure pricking every nerve in her body. There weren't words to describe it and she couldn't tell if Fred being the one to give her otherworldly leisure was a good or bad thing.

She was briefly aware of Fred's own orgasm filling her up and seeping from between her legs as she basked in the glow of the high and then begrudgingly came back to reality.

Her surroundings came back into focus and Fred's grip on her loosened. She blinked slowly and leaned her bodyweight fully against the wall. All her energy had been spent but Fred didn't seem to particularly care, or agree.

He looked at her hungrily, like one round wasn't enough. Despite their aversion to intimacy, he brought their forehands together. His mouth twitched and she wasn't sure if he was going to speak or try and kiss her. Would she let him? She half thought of kissing him first or perhaps begging him to lick himself off of the inside of her thighs but a voice down the hall ripped her from the idea.

They jumped and stared at each other wide-eyed and panicked.

Not another fucking detention, she thought.

He placed her leg back on the floor and zipped his pants before ducking out of the alcove to take in the impending doom.

"Fuck," she hissed, pulling her robe tight and picking her clothes up from the floor.

They peeked around the corner together, assessing how much time they had until the prefects entered the corridor.

"Come on," Fred whispered suddenly, wrapping his hand around her wrist and tugging her along behind him.

She had no time to assess the distance or come up with a plan before Fred sprinted down the hall, around the corner, and to a tapestry hanging on the wall. She nearly yelled at him about his terrible hiding spot choice but he surprised her, and lifted it, to reveal an odd-looking door she didn't recognize. To her surprised, it opened with ease, and he led her through the threshold, into a dark hall.

She hissed at him to slow down but besides the tight grip on her hand, he didn't even look like he remembered she was there. He hastily led her up a rickety wooden staircase, through another door at the back of a classroom, and then suddenly, she was at the entrance to the Ravenclaw tower.

She blinked and then did a double-take. By the time her mind registered what had happened, Fred was already walking away.

"How did you do that," she whispered, still staring in awe at her front door.

"Are you going to invite me in," he asked from behind her.

She spun around to stare at the smug wizard who was already halfway through another secret door.

"Not a chance in hell, you twat," she hissed.

"Till next time, then, darling," he cooed, shooting her a wink.

"There won't be — "

But the wooden door slammed closed and she was left alone in the dark hallway.

Her lips didn't stop tingling for nearly a week.

Classes were a blur. Evenings in the library were spent watching her back for Fred to appear through a hidden entrance. Meals became stressful hours, avoiding his intense gaze. Daisy considered sending her to the infirmary but she kept brushing her off, citing that stress about exams before Christmas break was to blame.

Despite her best efforts, it seemed that no matter where she turned or hid, he appeared out of nowhere. When she sat at the Ravenclaw table, his eyes were already attached to her. If she was going down a set of stairs, he was coming up, watching her all the way. If she was walking out of a classroom, he was waiting for someone else, or on his way in. The worst part was that despite becoming her shadow, he always kept his distance and didn't say a word.

She thought that maybe he wanted to keep their psychotic game of cat and mouse going but she sure as hell wasn't going to ask him. She'd seen how he attached himself to girls before, and even though this looked different, felt different, she hated him and was not going to become some hopeless romantic because of a little attention.

He could have her regret, but that was it.

Regret.

He seemed infatuated or at least intrigued but all she could feel was deep, burning, regret.

Part of her wished she would've told him to bugger off last week. The other part, however, wanted to succumb to their standoff first, break into the Gryffindor dorms and throw herself at the insatiable redhead.

Fern stared at her reflection in the Ravenclaw common room windows, watching the sunset over the black lake. The red hue on her cheeks became visible, even bounced off of the glass and tore her away from the lustful thoughts.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass.

Why him, of all people?

Why did it have to be him?

Smug. Arrogant. Annoying.

She glanced over her shoulder and around the common room.

There were half a dozen boys in her own house that were good-looking, handsome even, and yet, utterly uninspiring.

The images of Fred with his hands up her robe morphed into the other options.

Clumsy. Apathetic. Rubbish.

They'd call her sweet names and chase her pleasure well enough but she craved more.

Passion, she realized. It was his passion. And possessiveness.

He didn't just want sex, he wanted her.

On his knees in a hall like a devotee in front of a prophet.

A mortal at the fountain of youth.

Saints at the gates of heaven.

Her face grew hot again.

Thankfully no one noticed.

Laughter erupted around her, making her jump. She turned to glare but other studying upperclassmen quieted the group of giggling first years before she even got the chance. Their faces grew disgruntled and upset, but they'd get used to the shrewdness eventually.

Other common rooms she'd been in were bustling and or at least had an air of relaxation about them, even Slytherin. But here, in the pinnacle of knowledge and learning, with certitude and plenty of stubbornness, friendliness was hard to come by. It wasn't their fault, of course, they'd been indoctrinated into a house known for intelligence and then pit against each other for top of the class, prefect positions, and house points. The situation bred competitiveness, and so, distrust thrived. Ravenclaws cultivated their friendships behind closed doors where alliances were not so obvious and couldn't be weaponized. She didn't mind though. It just meant that, unlike other common room spaces, she was relatively safe from confrontation and socializing out here in the open.

She watched the first years continue to glare around the room and then scanned it herself. There seemed to be nothing exciting going on, so she collected her abandoned homework and almost resigned to her room for the evening when two quiet voices pulled at her ear.

Padma and Mandy, huddled close and whispering, walked swiftly towards the girl's dormitories. They didn't notice her lurking on the sill so she leaned over as they passed, just coming close enough to make out the words, "meeting," and "tomorrow." Her heart leaped at the reminder of the seventh-floor mystery. Her run-ins with a certain annoying redhead had nearly wiped her memory clean of the real problem at hand - Neville.

She stared at her reflection once more, debating on whether or not she should try to figure out what was going on once and for all. He'd told her that she wasn't welcome but…that had never stopped her before.

The girls shut the dorm doors but Fern was hot on their trail, having made her mind up.

"Mandy," she hissed before they made it into their room.

The girls turned around, sporting their usual exuberant smiles. When they graduated, the energy levels in Ravenclaw would diminish by at least 50%.

"Hi, Fern," they sang in unison.

She greeted them pleasantly, hoping their guards were down. Besides the Weasley twins, they were the only ones she knew who might have a clue about what Neville was up to. This was her only shot.

"Sorry to do this out in the open," she whispered, gaining more invested looks. "But Nev forgot to tell me what time we were all meeting tomorrow."

She held her breath, waiting for their skepticism, rejection, accusation, or anything that would thwart her risky plan. She realized in the few seconds that it took for either girl to speak, that she hadn't thought this through at all and was a complete and total idiot.

"What," Mandy breathed, looking quite shocked.

If it was a harmless study group then there was no harm done, but if it was something else, actually worth her skepticism, then she had to at least try.

"Well he only just told me that I should…join you all but —I mean you know him, of course, he forgot to tell me the time."

Shock dissolved to joy and then it was her turn to be surprised by their blinding smiles and bright eyes.

"You're really going join," Padma chirped excitedly.

Fern nodded, eyeing them critically, and wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

Padma leaned forward and shook her shoulder. "Neville was so sure you'd hate him for being a part of it. How daft!"

Her mind worked over the few, vague choices she had remaining.

"Well…it seemed like the right thing to do," she responded with confidence. "And he asked so…"

"Bloody hell, Nev was honestly at his whits end about it — "

Mandy shushed her friend. "Oh never mind that! Welcome, welcome!"

Fern nodded and smiled, hoping for more information.

"I can't say it's terribly fun, realizing how ill-prepared we are to fight Death Eaters and all that but Harry's a great teacher!"

Her jaw clicked and her vision was red with fury.

Idiots.

"Do you remember what we're working on tomorrow," Mandy asked, turning to Padma.

"Levicorpus? I don't know, something that'll scare the shit out of everyone."

"Like always," Mandy responded, nodding in thought. "But anyway, I think it's 6:30 in the evening."

Useless, unthinking, idiots.

"The usual place?" Fern's teeth slotted together sharply with a frustrated clack.

Mandy nodded. "It'll be brill to have you!"

They flitted into their room, talking happily about how much of a worrywart her brother was. And then she was alone in the corridor, staring out the blazing window at the end of the hall.

Worried for good reason she thought, turning on her heel and sprinting towards the Fat Lady.

Images of Neville in a hospital bed next to their parents plagued her thoughts as she crossed the castle. He'd told her it was nothing but he was in some sort of training camp for Potter's next mission. They'd been back at school for months and he never thought to mention that he was preparing to risk his life. Padma said he was afraid for her to know. She blinked back angry tears.

He was right to be afraid.

A group of Gryffindors was entering when she was a few feet away so she sped up and caught the portrait before it closed.

"Neville Longbottom," she yelled, stomping into the common room and looking around wildly.

A chorus of yells and shushing followed her but she didn't care. The auburn and yellow room was packed to the brim with wide-eyed Gryffindors. Good, she thought, someone will give him up.

She shoved a few kids out of the way but didn't see Neville's hunched posture or dark hair so she made a b-line for the boy's dormitory.

"Neville Longbottom," she yelled again, banging on the door.

"Bloody hell, woman. What are you screaming for?"

Of course.

Fred stood at the base of the stone steps behind her, looking annoyingly amused at her angry state. He'd watched her all week, so it was no surprise that he'd be present for her finest moment.

"Where is my brother," she hissed, stomping down towards him, unleashing hell.

"Have you hit your head?"

"Get out of my fucking way."

He did the opposite, of course, and crossed his arms before casually leaning against the stone threshold.

"You're a madwoman," he laughed.

Her hand shot out, reaching for any part of him she could grab. He didn't even try to move as she bunched the collar of his sweater into a fist.

"I was right about you," she spat, yanking him as hard as she could. "You're corrupting him. You and your fucking club."

His eyes went wide but she didn't have time to hear his response or even register his reaction when movement out of the corner of her eye drew all of her attention.

A dark-haired boy, clutching a plant rushed out from behind a column.

"Neville, get back here," she yelled again, shoving a gaping Fred out of the way.

Her brother darted for the portrait and made it down one flight of the moving stairs and into an empty sixth-floor hallway before she caught up with him.

"Astronomy homework?"

He turned and backed away into a wall, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"Oh, hi Fern," he stammered, avoiding eye contact.

"Were you ever going to tell me what you were really doing?"

The look on his face was of pure terror but she didn't care. He was going to get himself killed. She'd rather he be scared of her, than face the actual evils of the real world. Her fury was nothing compared to theirs.

"I…I…I was just waiting for the right time — I knew you'd be angry."

"Angry? I'm beyond that, Nev. I am fucking livid," she hissed, stepping closer.

"Oi!"

She whirled around, ready to hex whoever was interrupting the family moment. Fred appeared from the stairwell, jogging a little like her brother needed saving. How could he not see that she was saving Neville from him and his merry band of idiots?

"You," she raged. "Fuck off."

He stopped in his tracks and threw his hands up in surrender. A smile played on his lips until he took in the look on her face, which was hopefully radiating pure murder.

"Fern, don't do this here — "

"You have done enough," she snarled. "Leave."

He took a step closer, glancing around for an audience.

"Listen, just pipe down and — "

"FUCK OFF!"

Fred stumbled back a bit and shot a questionable look at Neville over her shoulder.

"It's fine," her brother whispered, waving his friend off.

The redhead shot her another pleading look but she turned around before he took the chance to open his meddling mouth again and waited until she heard his retreating footsteps to continue.

"Death Eaters? Have you gone mad?"

Neville's face grew bright red. "I was going to tell you…"

"Tell. Me. Now."

She felt terrible but her shy little brother folded immediately. He told her about the return of you-know-who, Harry Potters's paranoia, and the group's gripe with Defense Against the Dark Arts and Umbridge. It was a task and a half but she stayed quiet when he told her about everyone involved and how often they practiced forbidden hexes and spells. He didn't look her in the eye until the story was finished, and she was seething.

"You're playing at war, Nev."

His eyes went wide and she knew they were in for a fight.

"We are practicing for war. Which is coming, by the way. Umbridge isn't teaching us anything, Fern so what do you expect me to do?"

"Go to classes and not get mixed up in Potter's scheme!"

"It's not a scheme, it's — it's something real."

"Yeah, real fucking stupid."

"I knew you wouldn't understand."

"Why? Because I value my life? Because I'm not willing to lie down in front of the first kid with a hero complex and a nice speech, who tells me that I can do something more?"

"Harry's not like that! He fought you-know-who last year and he says that — bad things will happen if we aren't prepared for what's coming. He's just trying to help."

"I don't doubt that but just because he wants to fight … doesn't mean you have to."

He hung his head again, going back to the sheepish boy she thought she knew. When did he start having dreams of glory?

"I don't have to but…I want to because we're a team — an army, so we'll fight together."

Neville looked back up, staring at her with anxious eyes and a broken expression but despite that, she could suddenly see the backbone of gold he'd developed somewhere in the last few years in Gryffindor.

"They can fight without you — they will fight without you because I forbid you to be any part of it."

It was harsh, controlling, and mean, all of the things he scolded her about, but this was about his safety, not her likability. If he was gold, she was fire.

"You — you can't do that. You're not my — "

"Not who," she interrupted harshly. "Not Mum?"

A tear fell and her anger finally boiled over.

"Where is your mum, Nev? Where is our mum?"

Neville glanced around the hall for help but there was no saving him. The next time she saw Potter, she was going to do the dark lord a favor and kill him herself.

"Oh that's right," she seethed. "She's half-dead in a hospital because she got mixed up in someone else's war. She chose fighting and glory over us — over family and if you want to do the same then fine. I look forward to holding your fucking hand when you're admitted to St. Mungo's right next to our brave mum and dad! Join the legacy of dead heroes for all I care —"

Her next words were knocked out of her mouth as strong arms swept her off of her feet.

"Alright, I think we've heard enough outta you," Fred bellowed, swinging her over his shoulder. "Time to calm down."

She fought to breathe as his shoulder made contact with her stomach.

"I told you to fuck off," she screeched, clawing at him to break free.

He instantly began walking and she could see them passing Neville in her peripheral.

"Longbottom, get outta here, I got her," Fred commanded, not loosening his grip, despite her struggle.

"Put me down, asshole!"

She heard Neville follow them for a moment to say "Don't be mad," and then scurry off towards safety.

Traitor.

Her blood boiled, bringing her beyond rationality, not that she had much left, to begin with. All she could do was snarl in response.

Fred didn't seem to care as he carried her through a threshold before setting her down inside of a dark, empty classroom.

Fuming, she shoved him against the closed door and screamed.

"GET OFF! Why can't anyone just listen to me? "

"Easy there, crazy," he mumbled, holding his hands up in surrender again.

His face was stoic but she could still see the faint smirk permanently stamped on his face behind the air of seriousness. It fueled her anger even more. He could take nothing seriously and now he was interfering with her family.

"I'm not fucking crazy. I just care about my little brother and you're getting in the way," she seethed, stalking away from him, deeper into the maze of desks, desperately looking for another exit.

"Why are you so upset," he called, somewhat accusingly. "Shouldn't you be proud? Following in footsteps or whatever."

Idiots, idiots, idiots. She whipped around to glare at the absolute idiot.

He was oblivious to risk because he was oblivious to suffering. Every foolhardy mission that Potter and the lot of them had attempted, had a happy ending, so far. They'd gotten lucky, but they were arrogant to think that fate would always be on their side. She'd thought that of all people, the boy who lived knew the possible consequences but apparently, he had nothing left to lose.

She'd kill him for gambling with her brother's life. Maybe she'd maim Fred just to drive home her point.

"Footsteps," she repeated quietly, moving to stand in front of him. "Like a cow to slaughter. He called you all an army, Fred!"

"Well, maybe we are," he shrugged.

"An army of children," she bellowed, showing his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and towered over her, daring her to do it again.

"Not true, I'm 18," he smirked. "So is George."

"You're an imbecile," she sneered, moving towards the door.

He stepped in front of her and locked it.

"Takes one, darling," he laughed.

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "Don't call me that!"

"You are lashing out at me, Fern, but I'm not the reason you're angry," he scolded, suddenly more serious than she'd ever seen him.

"Aren't you? You're just letting it happen! You could've talked Potter out of it or put your foot down as the only adult in the room, but no! You chose to go along with the delusions of a 15-year-old, so congrats, your complacency is going to get children killed by the most prolific killer of all time."

He looked taken aback for a moment and then anger burst behind his amber eyes. She didn't flinch when he lunged forward to get in her face.

"What would you have us do? Nothing? You know what's out there Fern, better than anyone! Bloody hell, I — I mean I always thought that at least one of you Longbottom's had your parent's bravery but I never thought it'd end up being Neville!"

"Don't talk about my parents, and don't call me a coward!"

"Then stop being one," he roared. "For as long as I have known you, you've been a bossy, antagonizing, contrarian. You'll stare down me, George, Malfoy, professors, anyone who crosses you! I've never even seen you pause before launching an attack! What's different about this?"

She backed away from him, not out of fear or offense but because she could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it was suddenly too much of a reminder about his hands on her body, and his mouth between her legs.

"Bloody hell, are you hearing yourself," she groaned. "The difference is that I don't share your death wish! If you want to sacrifice yourself and your whole family to you-know-who, then that is your fucking business but I won't let you put my brother in harm's way!"

"Sacrifice my family," he repeated, dumbfounded and angry.

"Yes," she spat. "Some big brother you are, sending them to an early grave."

His nostrils flared and he brought them closer together.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Fred hissed.

Her heart nearly beat out of her chest. His bared teeth were so close, she thought that if she had less of a backbone, she might've swooned.

They were screaming about death, family, and dignity so — why did she want to kiss him?

"Don't fucking curse at me, asshole!"

Why did she want to kill him?

He stepped closer. "If you weren't such a fucking bitch — "

She supposed he deserved it but there was still a pang of guilt as her hand made contact with his cheekbone. It was strangely smooth, and cold, almost like marble. She thought he'd back away or clutch his face and yell but he didn't give her a moment to continue the thought before grabbing both her wrists and pinning her to the top of a desk.

[jordmacwriting]

till forever falls apart{chapter 8}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 8:

The winter holidays came and went. The Weasley’s stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, but Jordyn went home. On Christmas morning, Jordyn was surprised to find a package delivered by an owl from Molly.

Dear Jordyn,

Fred told me about his scarf that got ruined by the weather last quidditch game, so I made you a replacement. 

Happy Christmas, love, 

Molly Weasley

Jordyn pulled out a gold and red scarf from the package. She threw it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her body. A familiar smell of vanilla and fire mixed together and lingered on the scarf, a smell she found herself sensing often when around the Weasley children. 

“Who’s that from?” Mrs. Marchbanks asked.

“It’s from Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George’s mum,” 

“Well isn’t that nice of her, we’ll have to do something in return.”

“I think she’d like that. We could knit her something this summer, and you could help me!” Jordyn suggested.

“I love that idea,”

Jordyn returned to Hogwarts the first week of January. After returning, it felt like the next months of school rushed together. Nights were spent until the closing minutes of the library, trying to help the twins study, but neither of them focused enough. She also helped Cedric study, which was much easier than helping the twins, since he actually wanted to do well on his O.W.L.S. Jordyn found herself spending a lot more time with her roommates than she ever had in the years before, gossiping about boys, Lissie and Savannah trying to find out which Weasley twin was which and which one Jordyn liked, but she didn’t tell anyone. She hadn’t even come to terms with herself about falling head over heels for Fred. In the Gryffindor common room, there was another break in by Sirius Black, and Jordyn had her recurring nightmare once more, before Cedric got her more dreamless sleeping potion. Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup, leading to a nightmare party, where Jordyn experienced a drunk Fred and George for the first time. 

One night in the common room, with Cedric and Jordyn studying, Cedric broke the silence in the room.

“Dad got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” he started.

“What is that exactly?” Jordyn asked.

“It’s a quidditch match that happens every four years against worldwide quidditch teams. This year is Ireland versus Bulgaria!”

“Oh so it’s like the Olympics!”

“The what?”

“I’ll explain later. Get on with the world cup.”

“And mum isn’t exactly the quidditch watching type, and dad’s got an extra ticket, so would you like to come with the two of us?” Cedric asked.

“I would love to! That’s so exciting!”

O.W.L.S came and went, and school was coming to an end. Jordyn couldn’t wait for the summer. 

“Ms. Marchbanks, Ms. Marchbanks, wake up.” 

Jordyn woke up to Professor Sprout shaking her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Professor Dumbledore requested your presence, come with me.”

Jordyn’s stomach dropped. She got up from her bed and followed Sprout to Dumbledore’s office, where he sat by himself, with a phoenix in his office.

“Ah, Ms. Marchbanks, I’m sorry to bother you this late, but we received a letter from your mother, somehow, I assume you have an owl that visits often. Besides the point,”

He handed her the letter. Jordyn’s hands trembled as she opened it.

Jordyn,

Hi love. I hate to tell you this news over a letter, but it couldn’t wait another week or so until you got home. 

Your father got into a car crash this morning, I’m so sorry, but he’s

Jordyn didn’t finish the letter. She felt her legs give out from underneath her. She started to cry, trying to keep it silent as she fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Marchbanks. If you would like, we can send you home now.” Dumbledore said.

“Please,” was all Jordyn could say.

Sprout helped her up and they went back to the common room, where she packed all her things and wrote quick letters to Cedric and the twins. 

Dumbledore and many of the other professors met Jordyn and Sprout at the Great Hall. Jordyn had left her note for Cedric on her roommates trunk, along with a smaller note for them so they would give it to him. She then asked Professor McGonnagall to give her letter to the twins.

That night became blocked out from her memory. She didn’t remember getting back home, she must have been asleep most of the way, but she remembered hugging her mom when she got to Kings Cross Station and the two cried together. When they got to their house, they sat on the couch and cried some more. 

There were things left to Jordyn, such as her dad’s guitars. He had so many, and she didn’t know how to keep them all. There was a note from him as well, reflecting on how special she was and how he couldn’t be more proud of her. She wondered when he wrote it and when he had planned on giving it to her, it’s not like he could have known this would happen. 

Cedric and the twins came to the funeral. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them at a time like this. Cedric left that night, but Molly allowed the twins to stay over. They did what they normally did: watched old movies and listened to records, and they sat together, letting Jordyn cry as her dad’s favorite songs played.

The next morning when they left, she gave them both a guitar.

“Jordyn, we can’t take these.” George said.

“Please, my dad would have wanted it. Plus, I have so many more. I know you guys wanted some, so, please take them.”

“Of course,” Fred said.

She didn’t plan on seeing them again until the school year. She just wanted to be with her mom until the Quidditch World Cup came along. She spent most of her days knitting a scarf for Molly to have for Christmas. She wrote letters to her friends, and this time it included her roommates, not just Cedric and the twins. Cedric had sent her the details of the World Cup, and as it neared the middle of August, Jordyn was already packed for the school year and the World Cup.

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Drummer Boy (Chapter Nine)

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Christmas came quickly during winter break, Arthur Weasley healing just fine, looking hurt, again feeling sick to my stomach looking at him, I avoided the Weasleys at all coast well at Grimmauld, then Harry and Hermione.

“Are you coming down for breakfast, it’s Christmas so you don’t really have a choice,” Hermione said with a smile standing at my door.

I sat up slowly, only waking up just minutes ago, half asleep as well. “I guess so,” I croaked rubbing my eyes. “I’ll be down in a second Hermione,” I gave a slight smile then laid back down as soon as my door shut.

“Good Morning,” Fred and George both simultaneously shouted at the same time, my eyes shot up as I looked at the two who sat on the end of my bed. 

“Get out of my room, i’m trying to sleep,” I croaked pulling my blanket over my face, but getting it ripped off.

“It’s christmas, no time to be sad, come on now,” Fred jumped off my bed, I felt his arms slid under me. Now placed in his arms, being carried.

“Fred what are you doing?” I asked unamused looking up at the boy, now being flipped up and over his shoulder. “Okay Fred, really not funny,”

“It’s christmas, and we were sent up here to get your lazy bone ass to come downstairs,” George chuckled tapping my head and opening the door, I laid still not wanting to fall, but ended up hurting my chest with every step we took down the stairs.

“Goodmorning, is that Danny?” I heard Sirius say then letting out a laugh. “Good morning Danny, it is nice to see you,” He came into view of my face.

“Morning,” I smiled lightly then was taken away by Fred walking into the kitchen and placing me down on the chair.

“Danny dear, how lovely to see you, goodmorning,” Molly smiled as she rolled Arthur into the room. “Daddy's back,” She said with a smile, everyone gathered in the room as Molly rolled Arthur in a wheelchair placing him at the end of the table.

I avoided eye contact with everyone, drinking the water that was placed in front of me, everyone had their own conversations, as I sat, my head fixated on the table, to my feet, then the twins feet who tapped the floor.

Molly handed out presents, confused Fred and George as normal, I sat smiling, looking at the two as they unwrapped scarfs, placing them gladly over their necks. Still avoiding looking into their eyes.

“And one for you dear,”  I looked at Molly shocked for a second, then smiled taking the gift out of her hand and started slowly opening it up, pulling a knitted sweater with a D in the front.

“Molly,” I smiled slipping it over my other sweater, admiring the gift, holding back my tears, I stood up and quickly walked around the table, something in receiving something homemade, filled with love, the auror of cheer came from the sweater. “I’ve never been given a homemade gift before,” I whispered in her ear as she hugged me tightly.

“We’re glad to have you in the family, you deserve all the love and happiness in life,” Molly lightly kissed my cheek as I walked back to my seat, the twins admiring the sweaters they were wearing.

“Are you having a good time?” Sirius Black asked placing himself infront of me. “I’ve got something for you, whenever you’d like,” He gave me a slight smile.

“I didn’t get you guys anything, I feel bad,” I frowned looking around the room, I scratched the back of my neck, rather hard.

“We’re just glad that your here with us, alive, and doing well, the last year has been hard and we’re all family now, safe and sound,” Molly leaned over, kissing the top of my head.

“Come on Danny,” Sirius stood up, I looked at both the twins, my heart filled with more joy then i’ve felt in a while, I followed Sirius up the stairs quickly, looking at Harry who walked down the stairs. “Just in here,” Sirius opened up a door, pushing me in and shutting in.

“What are you up to Sirius?” I asked raising my eyebrows, we were in his bedroom, and a large box was placed on his bed.

“Since, we never really got to know each other, and we’re family, i’ve got you something, something I know you’ll love cause your a Malfoy/Black, whatever, open it,” Sirius moved to his bed, I followed, looking at the horrible wrapping job and smiled.

I placed my hands on the wrapping paper, tearing it open, then slowly opening the box, my heart stopping.

“A record player?” I whispered, grabbing the heavy thing and placing it outside the box, the grabbing the albums that laid on the sides.

“Every great Black needs to have good taste, and lucky for you, i’ve got the best,” Sirius picked up one album. “Guns and Roses, you’ll love this one, put it in,” 

Sirius handed the album to me, opening up the record player, I couldn’t help but smile, slipping the record out of the album and placing it gently, placing the dile down.

“Thank you Sirius,” I whispered, turning towards him and wrapping my arms around him as the music flooded the room, tears fell down my face.

“Thank you Danny, honestly,” Sirius whispered, his chin sat on the top of my head, we both stayed like that for a second. “Why are you crying?” 

I stayed still for a moment, resting my head on his chest. “I’m glad that you understand my pain, that someone does,” I whispered slightly, trying to stop myself from crying but was unable too. 

Sirius let out a sniffle, his grip getting a bit tighter on me. “And i’m glad as well, you’ve been good company, and I wish you the best in life, a long and happy,”

I looked up at Sirius, pushing myself away with a smile, my hand flew across my face, wiping my tears away. “And you as well, I don’t know what I would do without your guys support,” My mouth twitched, thoughts going back to Cedric, but I pushed them back.

“Come on dear, we should get back downstairs, I can smell breakfast,” Sirius wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to him, I smiled leaning my head on his shoulder as we walked.

“I’m glad your my uncle, i’m glad that you guys have become my family,” My head moved off of Sirius as we walked down the stairs, Molly and Remus smiling at us.

“Come on now, i’ve got food cooking up,” Molly now took her in her arms, leading me back to the kitchen, I looked back at Sirius and Remus who had their arms wrapped around each other.

Fred pulled out my chair will a smile, both of them were still wearing their scarfs proudly, digging into the food infront of them.

“What did you get?” Fred whispered in my ear as Molly placed food in the plate infront of me. 

“Yeah what did you get?” George whispered bumping into my shoulder a bit, I looked side to side, smiling at the both of them.

“I’ll show you after breakfast, patience,” I chuckled, my tears had washed away and I enjoyed the first christmas in a while, where I was happy, and surrounded by people who loved me with their hearts, and not with pain.

“I’d like to make a toast,” Harry stood up in his chair, raising his glass. “To the Weasleys, for inviting Danny and I over, letting us stay when we had no where else to go,”

Danny nodded her head, raising her glass and cheering with everyone else. I took a deep sip then looked around the room, everyone seemed to be cheerful, smiling and in the christmas spirit. Never had that been a normal christmas for me.

“We’re going to go ice skating today, do you wanna come?” George whipsred in my right ear.

“You should come, it’ll be good to get out of the house,” Fred whispered into my left ear making me smile. 

“I’ll think on it, thank you for the offer,” Danny took another sip of her drink. “Anyways, I wanna show you what I got after breakfast remember, we have all day,”

The twins smiled, finishing the rest of their food rather quickly. Sirius and Remus gladly sat together, talking with Harry. Molly and Arthur having a civil conversation with Ginny and Ron, everyone was having a good christmas, one of the best christmas I had ever had.

“Danny, are you enjoying your time here?” Sirius asked causing me to look up from my plate with a smile.

“I am a lot, thank you for inviting me again, don’t know what I would do without,” I smiled finishing the rest of my eggs then standing up, walking to the sink.

“We’re more than glad to have you here Danny, no one should spend christmas without family,” Molly smiled snapping her fingers and letting the magic wash the dishes.

I walked out of the kitchen, letting the Weasleys have their breakfast as their family, well I went into my room. Cedric's wand laid flat on my bed, I gently smiled, picking it up and holding it close to my heart.

“I’m glad you’ve gotten better Danny,” I jumped at the voice, turning around quickly to Dumbledore who sat in a chair in the corner of my room.

“How did you get in here?” I asked a bit confused and weirded out,  placing Cedric's wand back onto my bed.

“Just wanted to come check up on you, you’ve smiled more times today then you had in the past couple months,”

I sat up shaking my head. “I’m sorry but I really don’t wanna talk to you today, not about Cedric, how i’m feeling or all, another day, any other day,” I started to back up, grabbing my door knob and twisting but the door wouldn’t budge.

“I need you to help me out with something,” Dumbledore stood up, walking a bit closer to me. I tilted my head, jaw clenching but ready to hear what Dumbledore had to say to me.

[sparvely]

2009 vs 2020 

Fred Weasley and Avery Kindheart, my OC. 

About time to redraw these messes LOL 

[account-archived]

Grow As We Go (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/dyhuJLD2dcb Lily has been Fred Weasley's best friend since they were kids, but as they grow up together their relationship begins to take an unexpected direction. Fred doesn't know how to handle these new feelings creating tension in their friendship, but on the night of the Yule Ball, everything changes.

[lastxviolet]

In Neglected Fields, the Fern Grows -Ch. 3

Fred Weasley x OC 3,733 k Ch. 3 / 10 Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!Fred, touching, cursing, begging, dirty talk, slight degradation, mention of masturbation

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13829826/1/In-Neglected-Fields-the-Fern-Grows

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That night she dreamt of what might have come after if she hadn't run away. Her head filled in all the gaps and gave her a show of Fred pressing himself into her over, and over again, calling her a good girl when she whimpered his name and a fucking whore when she moaned too loud.

She didn't tell Daisy, or Mandy, or any of her friends the next day. Mostly because she was embarrassed but also because she was still in shock.

The thoughts plagued her and nearly made her forget that she had a less than savory obligation this evening where she would be forced to see the one person she didn't want to. She avoided the Great Hall, the library, or any other common areas all day long, in the hopes of prolonging her avoidance of him.

Daisy pestered her around dinnertime about how the recognizance mission went, as she'd noticed her absence last night. She gave some half-hearted excuse and another about why she couldn't come to dinner. She spent the rest of the evening hold up in her room, fighting off images of Fred fucking Weasley with his hand around her neck.

She refused to acknowledge the heat beneath her navel whenever she thought of their encounter. She couldn't remember exactly why she'd decided to push him off of her but thanked her subconscious for being somewhat alert.

What would she do about him? Hating him was easy. It always had been. But now, something else stirred inside of her. She felt equal parts disgusted and elated to see him again but tried not to dwell too long on the complex feelings.

When the evening bell tolled, she rolled her shoulders back and marched to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to face her punishment, which oddly enough, had become the least of her worries.

Fred was already seated with a black quill in his hand, near the front, flanked by two other Gryffindors. She knew he was going to be there and she'd seen him at least once a day for seven years, and yet her heart nearly stopped.

He was hunched and tense. She could see his flexed back muscles through the thin white button-up of his uniform. Others were shaking or crying but not him. He sat like a statue, practically frozen with defiance. She was sure that his pride and bravery would give Umbridge no satisfaction. She tore her eyes away when the pink menace noticed her and motioned to a table towards the back.

"I will not break rules," Umbridge mewed across the room with a sickly sweet smile. "Twenty lines should suffice Ms. Longbottom."

She stared the woman in the eyes, deeply regretting every action that had led her to this moment, and nodded. A stirring terror burrowed itself in her stomach. She could hear silent tears and tempered breaths around her. This was going to hurt. Umbridge waited for her to lift the quill to the paper before reclaiming her throne at the head of the room.

The first line, in red, didn't do much but by the second "break" she felt a deep gash open. It was such a sharp, and foreign pain that she audibly gasped. Her eyes scoped the room, hoping that no one had heard, but she had no such luck. Fred stared at her from over his shoulder. She met his gaze just long enough to shoot him a glare and then let her eyes fall back to the page in front of her.

She made it ten lines without so much as a tear but by then, her blood was running free and pooling a little on the desk in front of her. She whispered a vanishing charm and whisked it away before finishing the last lines quickly, biting her tongue to keep from crying out.

Umbridge came to inspect the front of the class's work first, and Fred left before she did. When it came time for the evil woman to surveil her work she leaned over the bloodied table and smiled.

"I hope I don't see you in here again, Ms. Longbottom," she tutted. "I'd hate to take your Prefect status away. You are dismissed."

She mumbled a poisonous thank you and practically ran from the room.

The stairs beneath her blurred into a stone slab as tears fell down her cheeks. She searched her head for some sort of healing spell but the knowledge escaped her amid so much distress. She flew through the hall and stalked towards the only place she knew she could be alone.

The door to the prefect's bathroom groaned as it opened with her utterance of the password. She peeked inside and sighed with relief at the sight of the empty room.

When alone in the big gold room, she let her cries come freely. The sobs from deep in her chest, clearly mingled with things other than the pain of her hand, echoed around the room and nearly overpowered the sound of the faucets, filling the swimming pool-sized bath. Her hand stung but somehow the mark was worse. Her smooth flesh was now broken by sharp, bloody lines that might be there forever. It was completely irrational, but the wound made her feel ugly.

After about ten minutes, she dried her tears, stripped off her uniform, and chose soothing lavender bubbles for the bath. The steaming water was a welcome feeling for her sore body. She hadn't realized it but she'd been tensing all her other muscles in a feeble attempt to keep the sharp pain at bay.

She closed her eyes and sunk into the water, trying not to think about how Neville had gone through the same thing. There was a certain sense of pride she got from being her brother's keeper. She watched out for him, stuck up for him, and kept him from being hurt but it wasn't enough. Not only did he not want her help, but he seemed hellbent on keeping her in the dark about the nefarious activities that were getting him hurt. If he'd just told her what he was doing in the first place, everything; the detention, Fred, her hand, could've all been avoided. But it was too late now. She was stuck with a rebellious, secret-keeping brother, a feud gone wrong, and a fucked up hand.

The bubbles swallowed her whole as she dipped her head in and held her breath, desperate for a moment of complete silence.

She curled into a ball and stayed beneath the water until her lungs were screaming at her to free them of the pain, or perish.

The cold air rushed against her face as she shot back up through the bubbles and caught her breath.

"Trying to drown yourself?"

She yelped and spun around frantically trying to cover herself as the voice of Fred Weasley disturbed her for the second time this week.

"What are you doing here," she yelled, clutching her chest and staring at him across the steam.

"Lifeguard duty," he declared.

She rolled her eyes and turned away in a fury.

"You can't be here," she hissed.

"Bloody hell, you prefects are — "

"— no you idiot I mean that specifically, you cannot be here with me like this."

He was silent for a beat and then she heard him sit on the edge of the tub, and dunk his feet in.

"No peaking, I promise," he assured her in an almost sincere voice.

It was pointless to argue and she was too exhausted to even try. He sensed her resignation and began kicking his feet in the water.

"How was the good girl's first detention?" He asked.

"Terrible," she shot back.

"I expected as much," he laughed.

When she was sure her chest was entirely covered by the bubbles, she turned back around and shot him a glare. He returned the look with a delighted smile.

Her jaw clicked from biting down too hard. He was gloating but she wouldn't allow him to rile her up any further. Obviously, he wanted her to snap at him and curse at him to leave but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He stared her down with the same intensity she was radiating. Neither of them seemed motivated to move.

Why had he even come here?

Something in his expression cracked when he realized she wasn't going to speak without further encouragement.

"Your hand," he inquired softly. "Not fatal…right?"

She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes again.

"No, but…I…I just don't want it to scar."

"Oh, no, it won't. See, I've started writing with my left hand to give it a break and you can hardly even see the marks anymore."

He leaned towards her, brandishing his left hand. She stared at him hesitantly, worried that any movement would give him quite the show. She sunk deeper into the water before moving towards him and reaching up to take his hand, letting his palm flatten out against her own. Sure enough, there were faint pink lines that no longer looked like a phrase scattered on his hand. Absentmindedly, she caressed the lines with her other hand, making sure there were no raised lines or permanently damaged skin. He exhaled sharply as she held him between her two hands.

For a moment, she forgot who he was.

She forgot what'd they done and what it would look like they were about to do if someone walked in now.

There was no history; only palm against palm.

She looked up at him and nodded, letting him know that he'd made his point just fine, but he didn't move. Her heart was fluttering in her chest but she couldn't decide what it was trying to tell her. His fingers began curving around her wrist, just enough for her to notice.

"Fern about last—"

"How do you know the password?" She asked.

He looked taken aback like he wasn't expecting the conversation to veer this way, and then smiled.

"I know everything," he assured her, in a calm, almost casual voice, before letting go of her and leaning back with his hands behind him.

"How did you know that I was here," she asked, this time more curious, and less accusatory.

Her hand tingled from where he'd touched her. If she'd known that he would pull away because of her inquiry, maybe she would've just stayed quiet. On the other hand, this was Fred Weasley, whom she despised, and giving him reasons to touch her should not be on the forefront of her mind.

She couldn't decipher which she wanted more.

To strangle him, or let him strangle her…again.

"Lucky guess," he sighed.

"Liar," she mumbled.

"Fern," he laughed with an amused smile and a wink. "If I'd known for certain that you were here, then I would've come much faster."

She rolled her eyes and rested a shoulder against the ledge he was sitting on.

"You know a lot about coming fast?"

His smile grew wider and he threw his head back with a short laugh. "Not usually but I guess it depends on how good you are."

She sized him up and half thought about just leaving but there was a twinkle in his eye that was making it difficult to breathe. Certainly, he wasn't trying to pick up again where they'd left off.

"I've never had any complaints," she mused, staring him down.

He cocked an eyebrow. "You?"

"Yes, me, you twat," she scolded, swatting his kneed with her hand. "Your surprised tone is not appreciated, by the way."

He chuckled and looked past her towards the stained glass before closing his eyes. She furrowed her brows and scooted a little closer. He looked stoic — relaxed even, and for some reason, she didn't like it.

"Really," she demanded. "No questions? No rude remarks? No 'who would want you?' Nothing?"

He opened his eyes in a flash and leaned forward onto his knees to get closer to her.

"I know who would want you."

The response caught her off guard and something dark flashed across his face. If she wanted to, she could reach up and touch him but her nerves kept her arms crossed and brow furrowed.

"You do," she asked softly.

He smiled again, this time, less menacingly, and nodded.

"I'm an idiot but I'm not blind," he said matter-of-factly. "Wouldn't mind being a little deaf though… at least when I'm with you."

"Haha, you're hilarious," she blurted, rolling her eyes and splashing him a little. "All you want is a laugh."

He rested his forehead in his hands and stared down at the water.

He was quiet for a few seconds but his face was suddenly twisted deep in thought.

"Fern, I think you know…what I want," he admitted softly.

Her breath hitched in her chest. She didn't know why but it hadn't occurred to her that they were going to talk about what had happened last night, let alone continue it. She stared at him in disbelief, trying to think of something witty or smart to say to get him to leave.

"No," was all she could manage to get out.

"Yes, you do," he countered, sitting up straight.

"No…I don't," she practically whispered.

He smiled softly and shook his head. "Figures that you'd be a know-it-all except about the things that matter."

"The things that matter?"

"Yes Fern, the things that matter. Fire, water. Sun, moon, Hot, cold. You, me."

He winked with the last bit and his smile sloped like he was telling a joke. She could see why he'd always had girlfriends over the years but she wasn't going to let him believe she was a prize to be won with meaningless flirting.

"Bloody hell," she sighed, shaking her head. "You really think I'm going to fall for that? Don't you have some underclassmen or groupies to hook up with?"

"Nah," he mused, rolling up his sleeves. She watched as he broke eye contact and swallowed hard. "In light of recent events I've found that my tastes have…changed."

Her breath caught in her throat. He was bringing it up.

They were going to talk about it.

Desire bloomed through her chest.

"Changed?"

"Yes, to things…less boring."

He stopped smiling and stared at her with uncharacteristic seriousness.

"I thought you said that I was boring," she stammered.

"Hmm…did I?"

"In fact, if I recall correctly, you said that I was so fucking boring that —"

She caught the shift in his eyes before she even noticed his movement and then he was standing in front of her in the water, clothes and all.

She clutched her chest, being sure that she was covered, and backed away.

"Fred, you can't just do that," she babbled shrilly, hitting her back on the edge of the large tub.

He didn't seem to hear her as he moved forward.

She spread her hand across his chest, losing her concentration on keeping him at arm's length as soon as she touched him.

His chest. Him.

"Fred," she whined, clutching his shirt, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

"What did I tell you," he asked in nothing more than a breath.

His features were sharp with confidence but she could see the glimmer of unease in his eyes.

He thought that she was going to run away again.

She hadn't decided if she was actually going to when he reached up and caressed the side of her face, moving the hairs that clung to it.

His fingers stroked her jaw and then pulse point before wrapping around her neck.

She moaned but a knock at the door cut her off.

"Hello?"

She went wide-eyed and shoved Fred away as fast as she could, immediately glancing to the door in a panic.

"Fuck" she cursed, reaching for a robe.

Fred climbed out of the tub before she could worry about him seeing her naked and hid behind a pillar by the door.

They were screwed if it was someone nosey. She might be screwed regardless.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to lock the door," she yelled, making sure her robe was tight before unlatching the door and coming face to face with Hufflepuff prefect, Ernest Macmillan.

His eyes went wide at her, even though she was completely covered.

"Oh Fern, hello! Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"No, no, not at all," she reassured him, glancing nervously at Fred who was peeking his head out to watch her. "Um this is as much yours as it is mine, I must've accidentally locked the door."

He peered around her and raised his eyebrows.

"No problem at all…can I join you?"

She moved aside quickly, making room for the thin blonde boy.

"I was actually just leaving so it's all yours!"

"Oh, you're leaving?"

She didn't watch him as she picked her clothes up from the floor and glanced towards Fred's hiding place again.

"Yes, I've still got some homework and uh N.E.W.T studying to do," she explained, scooting around the boy who seemed to be frozen in front of the door.

"Too bad," he mumbled, leaning out of the way.

She grabbed the handle and nearly yanked the door open before it dawned on her that it probably wasn't the best idea for her reputation to leave Fred for Ernest to find. She turned back to the blushing boy and clutched her ear in fake panic.

"Oh Ernie," she cooed, dawning a puzzled look. "Do you see my earring anywhere? I seem to have lost it."

He didn't give her another look before committing his full attention to the floor a few feet away, even going as far as getting on his hands and knees to feel across the tile. She watched him for a moment and then frantically opened the door.

As if he'd read her mind, Fred tiptoed from around the corner and made a b-line towards her. She shuddered as his large hands wrapped around her waist to move her out of the way. Once he'd fled into the hallway she waved her arms in the air in a grand gesture of realization and purred across the room.

"Oh, how silly of me, it was in my pocket. Thank you for all your help, have a lovely bath!"

She didn't wait to see his face or hear his response before slamming the door closed and rushing down the hall, with only a robe to shield her from the cold air. Thankfully, the rest of the castle seemed to be settled in for the night, so the passageway was empty.

"You know that kid?"

For the second time in the night, she jumped as Fred made his presence known.

"Stop scaring me like that," she hissed, turning around to shove him. His large stature hardly even registered the force, much to her frustration. She turned on her heel and stalked down the hall. He walked close behind her and leaned forward to speak into her ear.

"Hufflepuff right? Is he your boyfriend or something?"

She spun around and glared at him.

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"

A darkness passed over his eyes but she didn't care. She was done playing this game and she was done being his toy. She was done letting him think he had any sort of power over her.

"You hang out with him?"

"We occasionally have Prefect rounds together, not that it's any of your business," she huffed.

"Well you must've done something to him on those rounds because he wants to fuck you," he snapped.

"No, he does not, you twat."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm. She hissed in displeasure as he pulled her into a deep window frame, hiding them from view.

"He was hard as soon as he saw you," he hissed.

She stared at him in disbelief.

He held no claim to her and even if he did, the last thing he had to worry about was Ernie from Hufflepuff.

"Well, that makes two of you."

Her eyes darted down to his pants, still half tented.

His lips twitched and his smile faded. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, making the distance between them seem like nothing. She stared into his dark eyes for a moment longer before glancing back down to the outline of the hardness in his pants.

"Do you like that I'm hard for you," he whispered.

She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He stepped forward, inching her closer to the wall. They were about two inches from being in the same position that they were in last night but this time, she didn't back down.

She tipped her head back and leaned against the wall without his help, staring him straight in the eyes.

"You like to think about me to get hard, don't you?"

His eyes widened a bit and his cheeks flushed.

"What if I said yes…" he breathed, taking another step. "What if said that's what I did last night…and again this morning."

The realization hit her like a train and lit a fire in her stomach. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her veins. This time, she had power over him. His thoughts of her were on display, instead of the other way around.

It was delicious and maddening.

He took another step, looming over her, pressing her into the wall.

"Show me," she whispered, tipping her head back to expose her neck and chest.

He looked completely bewildered with his pupils blown.

She glanced down at his lips but he stayed quiet.

Silence lingered and she wondered if she'd actually said it out loud, or if he'd even heard her.

In an urge of something foreign, she doubled down on her statement and caressed the neckline of the robe, exposing her chest just a little more.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled senselessly, closing the gap between them entirely.

"Go on," she whispered, thrusting her pelvis against his.

He sucked in a breath and pressed his forehead onto hers. She didn't peel her eyes away from his as he unzipped his pants. She held her breath until something warm and hard-pressed against the thin fabric of the robe covering her stomach.

His mouth dropped open as he took himself in hand and began stroking.

[lastxviolet]

In Neglected Fields, the Fern Grows -Ch. 2

Fred Weasley x OC

4,447 k

Ch. 2 / 10

Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!Fred, touching, grinding, cursing, begging, dirty talk, slight degradation

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13829826/1/In-Neglected-Fields-the-Fern-Grows

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Fern woke the next morning to her roommate's frantic reminders about class. She groaned, peeling herself from the warm navy sheets, and joined Daisy, getting ready for the full day of arbitrary, seemingly endless classes.

It wasn't that she was bad at school as far as grades and accomplishments went, but rather, she felt like she'd never really caught her stride. Even now, in her last year of school, there was no rhythm. She was always running around like a chicken with its head cut off, finishing papers, apologizing to professors, and begging her peers for answers. Her brand of schoolwork had paid off, seeing as she'd got a majority of Outstanding grades on her O.W.L's and felt relatively prepared for the N.E.W.T exam in a few months. But now that she was nearing the end of her time in school, she wondered if it would've been less of an effort and time commitment to just do the work as assigned in a timely fashion.

It was noon before she had time to catch her breath and think of something other than school. Lunch was a welcome sight as she walked into the Great Hall but before she could enjoy the moment, she caught sight of her younger brother sitting alone, and her frustration and curiosity from last night were reignited.

"Nev," she announced, sitting down across from him.

"Fern," he muttered in a tempered tone.

She exhaled and rolled her eyes at his mood.

"I'm not cross at you," she noted, eyeing him the best she could from over the book he was buried in.

"That's good. You've no reason to be."

She stared down at the food between them. Every year the quiet, timid kid she'd had to bribe to try and make friends at school became more and more outgoing, outspoken, bold….more of a Gryffindor.

"You're not going to tell me about last night, are you?"

"I…I already have and it's your fault if you don't believe me."

"Bloody hell," she hissed under her breath. "Fine, I believe you, are you happy now?"

He brought his book down an inch and finally made eye contact. She knew he wasn't perceptive enough to realize she was lying, and still incredibly suspicious of him and his whereabouts but decided that it would be better to actually have some evidence before she started accusing him of anything.

"You do?"

"Yes, yes," she reassured him. "I'm sorry, I was just tired and annoyed that I had to do rounds."

"Oh," he mused, dropping his book fully. "Are you sleeping alright? I could give you some Valerian root to chew on before bed it's…usually…Fern?"

His voice tapered off but she wasn't even listening. Neville's right hand, splayed out on the cover of his book, was cracked with a deep vernacular wound, still pink from a recent infliction. She stared in horror at his bloodied hand and reached across the table to seize his wrist.

"Neville," she hissed, harshly.

He tried to pull away but she was faster and stronger.

"When did this happen?"

"It's…it's nothing. Only one detention," he stuttered, eyeing the rest of the table in embarrassment. "Just got unlucky s'all."

Her angrily pounding heartbeat drowned out the rest of the noise from the lunch rush. He was lying to her, again. Her mind raced with all the things that he could be doing out and about with the twins but seriously doubted that any of them would improve his chances at staying unharmed at the hands of Umbridge.

"I'll give you one chance to tell me who you were with."

Neville opened and closed his mouth as if he was trying to think of a lie or an argument before finally pressing his lips into a reserved line.

"Fern, please, they're my friends," he pleaded. "I know you don't like them but—"

"Friends don't get friends into this kind of trouble, Nev!"

"They don't get me into anything…I'm as much a part of the trouble as they are," he insisted, shaking off her grip and standing up to leave.

"You can't expect me to just let you get hurt like this if Gran knew —"

"Don't…don't use that against me…like you always do," he whispered with a harsh glare. "I know what I'm doing."

She craned her neck to stare at him in disbelief, acutely aware of how tall he'd gotten.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt," she pleaded, taking extra care to sound less accusatory, in the hopes that he would see her as less of a threat. "I'm only trying to help."

"No, you're not," he countered as harshly as he could, even though it was still relatively tame. "You hate that I am doing something without getting your permission first. I don't need help, Fern. Just leave it alone…please."

She squinted her eyes but remained silent, letting the not so timid boy trudge off without her ripping him to shreds.

In all her years of knowing him, he'd never dismissed her like this. He was a sweet, shy boy who put his family above everything else. There was no way that he would hold some prank or hi-jinx to such high regard…without some kind of influence. She glanced down at the Gryffindor table and caught sight of Harry Potter leaning down to whisper something to one of the twins, who in turn, leaned across the table to repeat it to Pavarti Patil and Lavender Brown. She rolled her eyes at their obviousness. If Padma was involved, of course, her sister would be too. And if Harry was involved, then it was certainly no good at all.

The weather for the rest of the afternoon and evening mimicked her mood. The rain of late fall was neither refreshing nor relaxing. It smelled of winter, and brought with it, frozen winds and only a taste of what was to come in the winter months.

Fern pressed her forehead to one of the tall windows in the Ravenclaw common room and contemplated how much the near-freezing droplets would hurt her bare skin. It was coming down pretty hard so there was a good chance it'd leave her burning, but no doubt, she'd catch a nasty cold. She glanced away from the moonlit grounds down below and failed at taking interest in the abandoned book in her lap. Despite trying, she hadn't been able to tear her thoughts from the interaction with Neville from earlier in the day. He'd never really been a serious boy, even when they were little, but today, he'd been uncharacteristically stern. It'd been enough to make her at least consider that the right thing to do would be to accept his wishes and leave him alone but the image of his bloodied hand was making her sick to her stomach. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was in over his head. He had a habit of being blind to the obviousness of his circumstance and acting without plan or consideration of pros and cons. Some called it bravery, and his house prided themselves on being collectively blind, but she knew what it was - stupidity. She'd never understood the appreciation that others had for the first person willing to risk their neck despite the risk.

She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the glass again. It was sharp, cold, and just enough to bring her sense to life for a few seconds. The minimal chatter around her in the darkened common room disappeared beneath the roaring storm outside. She wanted to go and stake out the seventh-floor hallway. Admittedly, it was overbearing, and would probably instigate more problems between her and Neville than answers but she couldn't fight off the feeling. Before she could find her common sense, her feet were moving towards the tower exit.

The castle thundered underneath the storm and drowned out her footsteps on the moving staircase. She held her breath as she entered the seventh floor and walked swiftly against the stone wall to stay hidden. For a touch more secrecy, and perhaps a flair for the dramatics, she extinguished the fireplace, and torches with a flick of her hand and waited in the shadows.

It was nearly half an hour later when she sunk to the floor and sat on the cold, dark floor and an hour after that when she nearly gave up.

There was no sign of anyone, until, she heard the faintest sound of a door closing somewhere behind the stone pillar to her right. She held her breath and listened to the lumbering steps as they came around the corner, again, from the direction of the astronomy towner. She smirked as the thunder reminded her that Astronomy was an impossible excuse tonight.

What happened next was the convergence of three terrible things at once.

She revealed herself from the shadows and came face to face with Fred Weasley, who looked surprised by her presence for a mere second before looking decidedly more put out by something over her head.

She turned to see what was more important than her obvious gotcha moment but her excitement turned to despair as a pink figure stood at the top of the steps. Umbridge waved her hand, igniting the hallway to reveal her standing a little too close to the troublesome twin. She knew how it looked before Umbridge even opened her mouth.

"Boys and girls are to be more than eight inches apart," she giggled. "Ms. Longbottom…Mr. Weasley, I am sure that you're aware of this rule."

She frantically glanced at Fred in hopes that he would tell the truth but he took a step closer and snaked his arm around her waist.

"Eight inches, professor," he cooed, pulling her tight. "How'd you know?"

Fern's eyes went wide at his obvious attempt to anger the already unhinged woman.

"No, professor," she hissed, pushing him off of her. "It isn't like that —"

The woman clicked her tongue and held up a hand to silence her.

"Detention for the both of you," she warned, oozing with pep.

She turned her head frantically to Fred again who was looking quite content with a wicked smile on his face.

"Professor, please," she pleaded, trying to make it sound like less of a beg.

"Enough," the woman shrieked. "Detention tomorrow evening. Now, off you go."

Without another word, the woman disappeared back down the stairs. She stared at the doorway in shock before wheeling around to confront Fred.

"Godric that woman…Ah well, what's another one, right, Longbottom?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Another one? I've never had a detention before, you prick. Let alone, one of Umbridge's."

"Oh, well it's not so bad," he assured her, bringing a hand out of his pocket. "There's a bit of scarring but it doesn't hurt for too long."

She looked down at his hand and let the air be sucked out of her lungs. It was the same writing as Nevilles.

"I'm not upset about the pain you imbecile, I'm upset because I have to go in the first place and it's your fault!"

He leaned against the pillar next to them and stared down at her with a curious look on his face.

"My fault?"

"Yes, your fault," she hissed. "Like always." Of course, he would deny it, she thought.

Her accusatory words seemed to have the smallest effect on him as he rolled his eyes and scoffed at her.

"How?"

"Who else's fault could it possibly be, Weasley?"

"Oh, marvelous question, here's a thought, and it is just a first draft theory so do be gentle, but yourself? You were out frolicking, just like me, and therefore, bound to get caught with or without me," he explained through gritted teeth.

She shook her head and gave him a look of disbelief. They might have gotten off if he hadn't felt the urge to be such a smart ass, how could he not see that?

"I was not frolicking," she huffed. "The only reason I'm even up here is that I have to make sure that you, don't corrupt my brother. Thusly, your fault."

"I'm corrupting your brother," he repeated in disbelief.

"Yes."

"This might shock you but he is perfectly capable of getting into trouble all on his own."

"Only because he's been hanging around the likes of you for far too long!"

He squinted his eyes at her and leaned forward. She wouldn't let him use his size to intimidate her so she stayed put and furrowed her brow back.

"The likes of me? What is wrong with you?"

"You think there's something wrong with me?"

Fred scoffed and tipped his head back, closing his eyes in the process. "I think there are a whole lot of things wrong with you, love."

"Don't fucking call me that. I'm not one of your dumb fucking groupies, waiting patiently to be reduced to a pet name for your pleasure," she hissed, plunging a finger into his muscular chest. "Refer to me by my fucking name or don't refer to me at all, asshole."

"Bloody hell," he grumbled, returning the look of anger to his face. "Alright, I'm terribly sorry. Let me rephrase that. I think there are too many things wrong with you to count, let alone fix, Fern."

"That's big talk for a self-absorbed sociopath with pyromaniac tendencies and a severe maturity deficit!"

He looked caught off guard and brought his face down close to hers again. She stared back defiantly and let him search her eyes.

"Wow," he breathed after a moment of silence.

"Wow, what? Too many big words for you? Was poor little Freddie too focused on his tricks to pick up any comprehension skills at school? Do you need me to dumb it down?"

"If you insist, since dumb seems to come so easy for you," he retorted.

She let out a groan of frustration and dug her finger in deeper.

"You are maddening! At least I've got two brain cells to rub together. Your head is probably filled with fuck-all!"

Her voice bounced around the hallway as she stared at a wide-eyed Fred. She thought for a moment that'd she'd made a dent in his ego but his lips pulled up into an amused smirk. Her temper was usually a little more dependable than this but it was too late to go back now.

"My head," he repeated with a smile. "Hm…I'm more curious about your head."

"You're a bastard," she hissed, ignoring the heat radiating off of her face. He always reverted to perversion to throw her off guard, and unfortunately, it always worked.

"Normally you'd be right but this time, I dare say that you started it."

She glared at him and shook her head. He wasn't meant to be enjoying this. She'd hurled her best at him and it hadn't even hurt him in the slightest. Her brain told her to walk away but she stayed planted in place.

"Well, now I'm ending it. Yelling at you isn't worth the strain on my throat," she exclaimed.

His eyes flickered with even more amusement as the words left her tongue. She could've screamed with frustration when she realized what she'd said.

"Fern, darling," he cooed, leaning down further into her bubble. "I'd be more than happy to provide some strain on your throat. Just say the word."

"Fuck you."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he sighed, shaking his head. "A high-strung, good girl like you shouldn't have such a colorful vocabulary."

"My choice of words is no concern of yours," she blurted, internally cringing as she sounded like a child having a tantrum. It was difficult to admit to herself, but it seemed as though he had the upper hand.

"Well I didn't hear a single curse in that," he cooed, smirking devilishly. "Go on, don't be shy now, please continue your onslaught of obscenities. I'm a big boy, so I can take it, not like the posh blokes of Ravenclaw."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You don't get to talk down on anyone and you don't get to tell me what to do."

"I'm not, Fern, if you were as perceptive as you pretend to be, you'd have realized that I'm asking nicely. Can you do that for me, love?"

"Don't fucking call me that," she hissed, pressing her whole hand against his chest to keep him at a distance.

"There it is. Anything else, darling?"

"You're a prick."

He threw his head back in a laugh. "You sure I'm not a fucking prick?"

His tone made her blood boil. How had getting detention come to this? How had she let him weasel his way underneath her skin? She momentarily thought of the wand in her pocket but knew that he'd be falser than that.

"So now you're making fun of me?"

"No, I've just always found you very curious," he said, leaning into her hand. "Tell me something, Fern. Are curse words the only improper thing you do? Is everything else pressed skirts and studies? Do nasty words fill the void that a life without excitement has left you with?"

She looked at him like he'd slapped her straight across the face. This conversation was going to get her no closer to figuring out the Neville mystery, but now it didn't matter. She was going to finish her feud with the intolerable twin, showing him once and for all, she was not a woman to be reckoned with.

"For fucks sake, how do you stand yourself? The melodramatic attitude must be exhausting. A life without excitement? That's really what you want to go with?"

"I call it as I see it," he barked confidently with a smile.

She couldn't believe that he was actually lecturing her about the philosophy of life when he had next to nothing figured out.

"So, what, to lead a life worth living I'm supposed to torture my peers without a care in the world? I'd hardly call being a nuisance to everyone I come in contact with, exciting."

A flicker of anger crossed his face. She tried not to make it intimidate her but he caught her wrist and yanked her hand away, pinning it to her shoulder.

"At least it's something," he growled.

"Yeah, a thorn in everyone's side!"

His damn of self-control broke and he shook her arm violently.

"Then you're a fucking raincloud! Godric, how do you not see that you suck the life out of every room you're in? At least I break even with smiles but you? You're basically a Umbridge in training with your prim and proper attitude and delusions of order! It's fucking boring! YOU are fucking boring and I — "

Without another thought, she closed her eyes, brought her other hand back, balled in into a fist, and swung.

She felt her knuckles make contact with his ridiculously shaped nose and opened her eyes in time to see his eyes ablaze with anger.

"Fucking, shit," he bellowed. "Ow!"

"How's that for boring?" She yelled at his scrunched face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The words tipped her over the edge and she slung her fist at him again, this time catching his arm. It barely seemed enough to catch his attention so she let it all out. Every frustration, fear, anger; came out in punches, kicks, and slaps, all aimed at the very tall redhead who had his back up against the pillar.

"You're fucking mental," he roared, seizing both of her wrists and turning them around so that she had her back to the stone.

"Fuck you," she yelled.

"Stop kicking me you wretch of a woman, bloody hell!"

"You can't hurt my feelings, dumb fuck," she bellowed back, as he yanked her wrists above her head so that she couldn't break free and used his weight to stop her from moving. "There's nothing you can say to me that I haven't already said to myself a million times."

The words registered in her mind the same moment they escaped her mouth. It was the truth, but she'd never said it out loud or even acknowledged it herself. She did in fact sling evil sentiments at the abyss in her self but for some odd reason, they'd never made a dent. Fred's words, however, didn't hurt in the slightest. On the contrary really; they ignited her.

He snarled at her words and held her still. Her heart beat so fast she thought she might pass out. She met his eyes finally and watched him digest what she'd said. He looked surprised. She couldn't blame him of course, she hadn't ever meant to say it out loud, let alone to someone she hated. She expected him to drop her, and leave because of the suddenly serious, uncomfortable topic of conversation but his face did something she didn't expect. He moved closer with a look of curiosity.

"Go on, try," she whispered, daring him despite her nerves. "I know you want to. I give you detentions, I confiscate your products, I target the rest of your family too because you're all fucking annoying —"

"Fuck you," he hissed.

"Fuck you too."

He glanced down at her lips as she spoke and held her tighter.

"You're a fucking bitch," he whispered, eyeing her with wary.

She threw her head back into a sharp cackle. "Is that all you've got?"

He snarled at her flippant attitude and brought one hand down to hold her throat while the other kept her hands above her head, scraping her knuckles against the stone in glorious agony.

"Shut the fuck up you insufferable, uptight swot," he purred angrily.

Her eyes went wide and she saw a flash of regret cross his face.

"Bloody hell…I…" he stammered, easing up on her restraints.

"What else," she croaked from beneath his grip. The words, his seething presence, and the painful embrace pumped adrenaline into her veins and an inexplicable hunger into her throat. The thought of him fighting off hatred to be close to her set her chest ablaze.

His eyes snapped back to hers. She was daring him, goading him, perhaps even begging him to continue. It was dramatic but she thought that she might die if he stopped now.

"I've always thought that you were an evil bitch, you know that?"

"I know," she whispered. His chest rose and fell rapidly making his breath heating her face with every puff.

"But now," he murmured low and slow, increasing the pressure against her throat. "I think you're desperate."

Her eyes went wide and he inched closer.

"A needy, desperate, good girl…with a dirty fucking mouth."

"Yes," she moaned.

His eyes went wide again, clearly surprised by her sensual reaction but he didn't move away.

"Bloody hell," he whispered. "You like this, don't you?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer and pressed himself up against her with a force that made her spread her legs to make room for his extended knee. It brushed against her gloriously, fanning the flames that were already ablaze. She could see the same soft unexpected look in him that she felt herself. He hadn't known that he would like it either. Just as she wondered if he was feeling an ounce of what she was, she felt growth in his pants.

"You like it….so you're a fucking whore, too. Aren't you?"

She whimpered and slid down the wall a little until she could press harder against the rough material of his pants.

"Aren't you," he whispered again, bringing his thumb up from her neck, and teasing her bottom lip. "A fucking whore."

She opened her mouth in response and let him slide his finger up her tongue and back out, smearing her lips with spit.

"Yes, yes…fuck," she whispered.

"Shut the fuck up," he grunted, gripping her chin so that she had to tilt her head further back to look up at him. "I don't want to hear that word from your mouth ever again."

She swallowed hard. He looked down at her with a serious look but his eyes were on fire. She glanced down at his neck, practically panting from the sight of his veins bulging from anger.

"Good girls don't curse. Do they," he asked forcefully. "Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you."

She snapped her eyes back up to his and slowly shook her head.

"No," she sighed.

"Stop. Talking," he hissed. "Let me rephrase that since you're such a fucking now it all.

My good girl doesn't curse. Does she…Fern?"

All she could do was whimper and shake her head as he slowly released her chin. It was incredible. The words seemed to pour out of him as if he'd been planning them and scratched each itch that she'd ever had.

"Good answer," he moaned, reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "She's mine. So I get to tell her what to do with her pretty little mouth…pretty little throat…and pretty little cunt."

Ferns eyes blew wide open at the last bit of the sentence and she realized that she'd been grinding against him with helpless desperation. The realization felt like a shot to the head and the fantasy was broken.

The hallway appeared behind him; they were still very much in public. Fred came into view as himself again, and not a domineering figure to fuck all of her troubles away. She bristled, acutely aware of his forceful grip. She pulled away from his grip with all her might, causing him to stumble backward. His eyebrows shot up at the movement and he released her not a second later, backing away equally as shocked that they were still in the school.

She leaned against the stone trying to catch her breath, and find her footing again as they stared at each other. Fred Weasley had called her many things in the past, and she guessed that maybe they'd always stoked the fire in her chest but this was…something else. She could tell that if she didn't leave now, it'd become an incurable hunger, which she could not afford, especially with him.

"Fuck…Fern….I'm sorry I —"

"Stop," she whispered, talking a step around him, towards the moving staircase. "Just…stop."

"Fern," he said, matching her stride, trying to catch up. "I'm sorry —I didn't mean —I thought that —"

"Just stop," she bellowed, halting him with her voice. "I…I have to go."

He looked at her, stunned, and disheveled but didn't move another inch as she made it to the door and took one last look at him before sprinting down the stairs.

[jordmacwriting]

till forever falls apart{chapter 7}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 7:

That night, the Gryffindor tower slept in the Great Hall. Sirius Black had somehow made his way into the castle while everyone was gone. The rest of the houses were evacuated and sent to different places in the castle while every house and classroom was searched, but there was no sign of Black. Jordyn’s fear started to rise once more, and she took the dreamless sleep potion that night.

Quidditch tryouts happened, and much to Cedric’s disappointment, Jordyn didn’t try out. She went to every Gryffindor practice with Ginny and would occasionally go to the Hufflepuff ones as well. Thanks to Draco Malfoy’s injury, Slytherin would no longer be playing against 

Gryffindor in the upcoming game, and it would be against Hufflepuff instead.

Monday morning before the game, Jordyn walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, and instead of Professor Lupin, Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, waiting for everyone to file in. He closed all the windows so it was dark, brought a screen down, and said “Turn to page 394.”

Everyone in the class looked confused, but nobody asked where Lupin was. Jordyn turned her book to the page. No one mentioned that they had already studied werewolves. Snape started a slideshow that went through different pictures of werewolves. 

“Now, who can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?” Snape asked.

“An animagus chooses to turn into an animal, a werewolf has no choice,” a Slytherin said.

Snape assigned an essay about recognizing a werewolf, that when told to the Gryffindor's a year younger, Harry explained that there would be a quidditch game the next day, making Snape extend how long the essay should be. 

Saturday morning, Jordyn woke up to the sound of rain pounding on the windows. She went to breakfast, and talked with the quidditch team. The storm got worse every hour.

“Conditions for today’s game are not ideal, but it’s either we play or we forfeit,” she could hear Oliver Wood shout to the Gryffindors. 

Jordyn got dressed in a windbreaker and wrapped Fred’s scarf around her, then joined Ron and Hermione as they went to the quidditch pitch. When they reached the pitch, it felt like the weather had gotten even worse. Not only was it raining, but the wind was terrible, blowing umbrellas away. The game started, and no one could hear the crowd as the thunder pounded. Gryffindor scored fifty points before Oliver called a quick time out. When the time out ended, immediately Harry and Cedric went head to head to get the snitch. The two disappeared into the stormy clouds. Hermione and Jordyn watched the skies above and around the pitch, trying to see either of the boys, and that’s when Jordyn noticed something falling from the skies. 

“Is that?” Jordyn asked, pointing at whatever was falling. “Is that Harry?”

“Ron, Ron, RONALD!” Hermione shouted, trying to get his attention.

Soon everyone was noticing someone falling, and it was definitely Harry. He was falling faster and faster until Dumbledore shouted “Arresto momentum”, which caused him to have a safer landing on the ground. Cedric caught the snitch, and the game ended. 

As everyone left the pitch, Jordyn, Ron and Hermione ran to catch up with the Gryffindor team, pushing students out of their way, earning many displeased looks. Oliver was far from happy, and Cedric went up to him, but Jordyn didn’t know what they were saying. They got to the twins, and the two were mad. Students were being rushed past them to the infirmary, including Harry. 

“Should we go see him?” Jordyn suggested.

The twins nodded, completely silent, their rage about the game boiling. Before she could walk off with the group, Cedric pulled her back.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“We’re all going to check on Harry. Are you alright?” she asked, pulling him into a hug, although his quidditch uniform was wetter than wet.

“I’m fine. I told Wood that it was unfair...how we won the game, and I said we could have a rematch, that that was only fair, but he declined. I’ll talk to Harry later,”

“I’m sure Harry won’t be mad. I can’t speak for the twins however, they’re not really talking. I’d watch out for a couple pranks from them, it’s how Fred gets his rage out,” Jordyn warned with a laugh.

“I’ll be careful,”

Oliver called the team into the changing rooms, and Hermione, Ron and Jordyn waited outside. When the twins came back, they seemed to be in a better mood.

“You wore the scarf.” Fred remarked.

“I did. I’m sorry that it’s probably all ruined, thanks to the rain,” Jordyn replied.

The two started walking ahead of the rest of the group.

“It’s fine. I have loads of them, and I’m sure I could even ask mum to make you a new one for Christmas,”

“Guess the whole “good luck charm” didn’t work too well today. I’m sorry you lost, but Cedric offered a rematch.”

“Wood told us, but he declined.”

“Where is Wood?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Fred chuckled. “And don’t worry about the scarf and you being the good luck charm. It was one bad game,”

“Do you promise not to prank Cedric?”

“It depends on how Georgie’s feeling, not me.” Fred’s mischievous smile started to appear.

“Promise?” Jordyn pleaded.

“Fine, I promise.”

Fred tossed his arm around Jordyn and they continued up to the hospital wing.te

That night, the Gryffindor tower slept in the Great Hall. Sirius Black had somehow made his way into the castle while everyone was gone. The rest of the houses were evacuated and sent to different places in the castle while every house and classroom was searched, but there was no sign of Black. Jordyn’s fear started to rise once more, and she took the dreamless sleep potion that night.

Quidditch tryouts happened, and much to Cedric’s disappointment, Jordyn didn’t try out. She went to every Gryffindor practice with Ginny and would occasionally go to the Hufflepuff ones as well. Thanks to Draco Malfoy’s injury, Slytherin would no longer be playing against 

Gryffindor in the upcoming game, and it would be against Hufflepuff instead.

Monday morning before the game, Jordyn walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, and instead of Professor Lupin, Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, waiting for everyone to file in. He closed all the windows so it was dark, brought a screen down, and said “Turn to page 394.”

Everyone in the class looked confused, but nobody asked where Lupin was. Jordyn turned her book to the page. No one mentioned that they had already studied werewolves. Snape started a slideshow that went through different pictures of werewolves. 

“Now, who can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?” Snape asked.

“An animagus chooses to turn into an animal, a werewolf has no choice,” a Slytherin said.

Snape assigned an essay about recognizing a werewolf, that when told to the Gryffindor's a year younger, Harry explained that there would be a quidditch game the next day, making Snape extend how long the essay should be. 

Saturday morning, Jordyn woke up to the sound of rain pounding on the windows. She went to breakfast, and talked with the quidditch team. The storm got worse every hour.

“Conditions for today’s game are not ideal, but it’s either we play or we forfeit,” she could hear Oliver Wood shout to the Gryffindors. 

Jordyn got dressed in a windbreaker and wrapped Fred’s scarf around her, then joined Ron and Hermione as they went to the quidditch pitch. When they reached the pitch, it felt like the weather had gotten even worse. Not only was it raining, but the wind was terrible, blowing umbrellas away. The game started, and no one could hear the crowd as the thunder pounded. Gryffindor scored fifty points before Oliver called a quick time out. When the time out ended, immediately Harry and Cedric went head to head to get the snitch. The two disappeared into the stormy clouds. Hermione and Jordyn watched the skies above and around the pitch, trying to see either of the boys, and that’s when Jordyn noticed something falling from the skies. 

“Is that?” Jordyn asked, pointing at whatever was falling. “Is that Harry?”

“Ron, Ron, RONALD!” Hermione shouted, trying to get his attention.

Soon everyone was noticing someone falling, and it was definitely Harry. He was falling faster and faster until Dumbledore shouted “Arresto momentum”, which caused him to have a safer landing on the ground. Cedric caught the snitch, and the game ended. 

As everyone left the pitch, Jordyn, Ron and Hermione ran to catch up with the Gryffindor team, pushing students out of their way, earning many displeased looks. Oliver was far from happy, and Cedric went up to him, but Jordyn didn’t know what they were saying. They got to the twins, and the two were mad. Students were being rushed past them to the infirmary, including Harry. 

“Should we go see him?” Jordyn suggested.

The twins nodded, completely silent, their rage about the game boiling. Before she could walk off with the group, Cedric pulled her back.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“We’re all going to check on Harry. Are you alright?” she asked, pulling him into a hug, although his quidditch uniform was wetter than wet.

“I’m fine. I told Wood that it was unfair...how we won the game, and I said we could have a rematch, that that was only fair, but he declined. I’ll talk to Harry later,”

“I’m sure Harry won’t be mad. I can’t speak for the twins however, they’re not really talking. I’d watch out for a couple pranks from them, it’s how Fred gets his rage out,” Jordyn warned with a laugh.

“I’ll be careful,”

Oliver called the team into the changing rooms, and Hermione, Ron and Jordyn waited outside. When the twins came back, they seemed to be in a better mood.

“You wore the scarf.” Fred remarked.

“I did. I’m sorry that it’s probably all ruined, thanks to the rain,” Jordyn replied.

The two started walking ahead of the rest of the group.

“It’s fine. I have loads of them, and I’m sure I could even ask mum to make you a new one for Christmas,”

“Guess the whole “good luck charm” didn’t work too well today. I’m sorry you lost, but Cedric offered a rematch.”

“Wood told us, but he declined.”

“Where is Wood?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Fred chuckled. “And don’t worry about the scarf and you being the good luck charm. It was one bad game,”

“Do you promise not to prank Cedric?”

“It depends on how Georgie’s feeling, not me.” Fred’s mischievous smile started to appear.

“Promise?” Jordyn pleaded.

“Fine, I promise.”

Fred tossed his arm around Jordyn and they continued up to the hospital wing.

[lastxviolet]

In Neglected Fields, the Fern Grows - CH. 1

Fred Weasley x OC

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Ch. 1 / 10

Warnings: None for this chapter. Eventual smut 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13829826/1/In-Neglected-Fields-the-Fern-Grows

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How someone in the wizarding world hadn't come up with a spell to mimic the brief high of a cigarette puff, Fern Longbottom had no clue. Being a witch would finally feel worth it if she could blast herself at least once every ten minutes to feel momentary relief instead of having to climb the god-awful moving staircase to smoke one cigarette in the Astronomy tower before she was missed by the other Prefect on rounds.

Not that they even needed her. Prefect duties had become much easier ever since Umbridge had taken over as the unofficial authority at Hogwarts. These days, nary a soul, besides the dead ones wandered the halls after hours, for fear of peeving off the menace in pink. She didn't much mind the strict witch's presence, but then again, she wasn't exactly in the line of fire, nor was anyone else in Ravenclaw. The only thing that did make her roll her eyes was that almost all of her duties and responsibilities had been bequeathed to undeserving Slytherins on the Inquisitional Squad. They were a pack of eager dogs, desperate to bring their master the best corpse. At least when she gave someone detention, it was rather painless and they actually deserved it.

Thankfully, she hadn't run into anyone who deserved it tonight. Not that she'd mind the company. Every hall she had passed on the way up the dizzying stairs, was empty. That was one thing she did miss from the time before Umbridge. Usually, there would be absolute chaos in every corner of the dark seventh-floor hallway but tonight, it was silent.

She skirted through the hall, ignoring the hairs on the back of her neck, reminding her of how dark and empty the hallway was. Without light pollution from civilizations nearby, nighttime at Hogwarts was deep and unrelenting until morning. Even in the castle, candles and fireplaces couldn't illuminate the stone rooms enough to fully ward off the hours of shadow. To make matters worse, she'd noticed in her tenure as Prefect that in the evenings, without company or companion, the cobble architecture swallowed sound. Footsteps, words, laughter, and voices dissipated upon utterance without a crowd to overpower the course sandstone abyss. She didn't normally like the quiet, in any capacity, but especially in the castle that could easily swallow her whole with various secret halls, doors, and chambers.

Even at home, quiet was no good. If Neville wasn't rambling on about Herbology or Gran wasn't lecturing her brother about speaking too fast or walking too slow, the air felt thick. It clung to her limbs, and filled her lungs, and brought her thoughts to a standstill. The emptiness that followed, before sound rushed back in, froze her. She'd read a quote once, walking out of St. Mungo's after a particularly somber visit to her parents that said, 'for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.' Whatever abyss Nietzsche was referring to, she doubted that he knew what real emptiness felt like.

You didn't look at it, and it didn't look at you. It was an extension of consciousness; unrelenting and irremovable. Emptiness was a hospital room with people who couldn't recognize you. Emptiness was seeing the same careless bravery that had gotten them there in her brother who seemed too eager for war. Emptiness was being powerless to change any of it. After a while, she'd didn't feel so empty anymore, realizing that she'd simply become the abyss.

Now, it took up a corner of her mind, whispering evil things and infuriating questions with no answer. Every action had an equal reaction, and she was powerless to control every single one, not for lack of trying, as it liked to remind her. Every glance in the mirror, conversation in her head, and silent moment was tainted by this ache with no relief, other than the few times a week she got to smoke a cigarette.

She briefly closed her eyes as she walked, quelling the downward mental spiral by focusing on the crisp scent of fall turning into winter as it drifted in from the tower at the end of the hall. She imagined herself amongst the trees somewhere warm and beautiful, like Italy. The heat from the lone fireplace to her right acted as the artificial seaside sun. The crackling log was a babbling brook and she couldn't hear her own footsteps because she was barefoot in the grass. Her lips pulled into a soft smile. She was content until she heard footsteps.

She jumped and opened her eyes frantically as a very familiar figure appeared ten feet in front of her.

"Nev?" She half shouted.

"Oh hi," he squeaked out, looking behind his right shoulder, around a corner she couldn't see.

She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain why he was out of his dorm so late but he just stood, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Hi… uh what are you doing up here?"

She watched as he jumped a little at her question, clearly uncomfortable with her suspicious tone. In recent years, her younger brother had become more akin to rule-breaking but sneaking around after dark wasn't usually his style.

He glanced over his shoulder again and took a few frantic footsteps towards her as if he was trying to herd her back down the hall.

"Erm…nothing," he worried. "I was in the uh tower."

His words slurred with the speed and she took sweeping steps to meet him before he got too far away from whatever it was that he seemed to be hiding.

"Nev," she said slowly. "In the tower…doing what?"

He didn't seem to register her question so she snapped her fingers in front of his face, bringing his consciousness back down to earth.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you keep looking around like that?"

"Um…I'm just uh waiting —"

"For…?"

As if on cue, more voices appeared, loud and bouncing, out of thin air.

"Who is that?"

He looked down at his shoes, content to have her discover his counterparts on her own. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to actually hand out a detention, she breezed past him and towards the sound.

She made it three steps before Fred and George Weasley stepped around the corner and looked down at her, in shock, as if she was the one who had appeared out of nowhere. The evening was already a headache, but it was well on its way to turning into a migraine.

Before they could speak, she pounced.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was cruel and seeping with blame, directed at two of her least favorite people.

From as far back as she could remember, nearly seven years now, the three of them hadn't gotten along. The twins were intolerable, annoying, and self-centered. There was no joke, prank, or quip that could ever really be enough to fuel their egos so they always went too far, too fast, making the entirety of the study body accomplices and victims to their antics. Although, it hadn't been until her brother's unfortunate friendship with the twins that she'd started to harbor a real hatred for them.

"Hey," Fred called down the hall behind her towards Neville, pointing wildly, avoiding her accusatory stare. "Look Longbottom, it's Longbottom!"

"A family reunion," George added, clapping his hands together. "How touching."

Fred's eyes twinkled at her sour look. "Out for an evening stroll?"

She rolled her eyes. "I asked you a question."

"Oh c'mon Longbottom, no need to be so hostile, I'm only making small talk," Fred cooed. "Y'know like, how's your evening? How was your day? Are you —"

"Enough, you fucking half-whit. Why are you up here?"

George smiled big at her instantaneous anger but it was Fred who stepped closer and spoke again with a more threatening tone.

"Not quite, but you've almost got the hang of it. You're supposed to answer someone's question before you ask one of your own, it's polite."

"So answer it," she retorted, closing the last few inches between them.

"You first," he said with a scowl, relishing in her contempt. "How is your evening?"

"Abysmal, thanks to you."

"It always seems to be that way when we're together, Longbottom. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you're the problem?"

"Funny," she hissed. "I would beg to differ"

"You? Beg? Now that would make for a lovely evening. Go on then," Fred taunted, looming over her with his usual pretentious sneer.

She glared at him, fuming, and ignored Neville's plea behind her to just leave it alone.

"Alright, we should really be off now," George yawned, stretching his arms over his head for dramatic effect. "Longbottom family, it's been lovely."

Fred bared his teeth as if to gloat and brushed her shoulder with force as he followed his brother towards the stairs. She glanced at Neville for backup but he gave her a miserable shrug. Discontent with the outcome, she spun around and grabbed Fred by the arm.

"For fucks sake, just tell me what you're doing up here or I'll give you a detention!"

He whipped around with a fire in his eyes and clamped a hand down on her wrist.

"Ask. Your. Brother," he hissed through clenched teeth, blazingly serious as he yanked her arm up close to her face.

Neville let out a little gasp at the outburst but she just hardened her glare.

She yanked her hand from his. "Charming."

Fred didn't let her finish the word before he stalked away in a huff, tapping Neville on the shoulder as if to say good luck. The less volatile twin shot her an apologetic look before disappearing down the stairs after his brother.

Despite having gotten used to Fred Weasley's short fuse and erratic temper, her heart nearly beat out of her chest. She'd been the reason for many an outburst, from detention slips to thwarted pranks over the years, none having been quite this tame. If they'd been alone, she liked to think that she might have accosted him back. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

Neville came up behind her, radiating with nerves.

"Really, Fern," he stuttered. "It's fine…I just had astronomy homework."

"Don't lie to me, Nev," she accused, probably louder than she needed to.

"Honest, we were just studying!"

"Oh give it a rest, those two have never studied a day in their lives! They're nothing but trouble. What are you thinking, letting them drag you into something sure to get you on Umbridge's bad side?"

"I'm already on her bad side," he mumbled. "So it doesn't really matter if —"

"Well then you can't really afford to make it any worse, can you? I mean hanging out with the Weasley twins after hours is one of the stupidest things I can think of. You're smarter than this!"

"They're my friends, it's nothing —"

"Some friends they are, Neville. Honestly, what could you possibly expect from hanging out with them, besides trouble? You're lucky that it was me that you ran into tonight, and not another Prefect, or worse. How could you be so —"

"You aren't my mum, Fern… I can look out for myself," he squeaked in a small, but stern voice.

She stopped talking immediately, struck by his sudden gumption. The twins had definitely gotten to him. Normally, he would've at least given her the benefit of the doubt and listened to her advice. She furrowed her brow when he glanced up, still looking nervously at the hallway behind her.

"You should get back to your common room," she sighed finally, unwilling to fight and elongate the portion of the evening without any nicotine in her system. "It's late."

"Alright," he said, nodding a little more energetically now that she'd stalled her lecture. "See you later?"

"Yeah….see you later."

He sped off down the hall, probably keen to catch up with his so-called friends. She cursed Fred to high heaven as she scaled the astronomy tower stairs, stopping briefly to retrieve a cigarette from the school stash, underneath a floorboard below the telescope. She tucked it between her teeth, used a non-verbal fire spell, and stepped over to the balcony.

The grounds were fuzzy and dark green beneath the muted moonlight. She stared confused for a moment at the darker than usual, blurred Hogwarts lawn, and then tipped her head upwards. A deep fog blurred the view, making the constellations completely invisible. The moon tried to blaze through the haze but it barely reached the earth's surface.

There was no way they got any astrology homework done, she thought, glancing around the room for clues.

Other than a few cigarette butts, there was nothing.

She took a drag and watched the smoke commingle with the haze. Nicotine rushed through her head providing momentary dizzying peace and oblivion. This buzz, although brief, was preferable to anything else. Drugs were unobtainable and inconsistent, alcohol lasted too long to be truly relaxing and she could never get the various potion options right. Tobacco gave her the two things that she craved, a tiny ounce of rebellion, and an unoccupied mind.

She flicked her finished cigarette onto the floor, one final testament to her moment of disobedience for the night, and flitted back down the stairs, eager to be finished with her rounds.

The hallway was still and dark again as she flew through it. The incident with her brother and his fellow Gryffindors had nearly been forgotten when other voices drifted from the hallway behind her.

Stunned by their apparition, she turned slowly, trying not to look terrified.

"Hey Fern," Padma Patil and Mandy Brocklehurst said in unison, arm in arm, coming around the corner where she'd been a few footsteps ago.

"Hey…guys," she responded, looking for an explanation.

"Prefect rounds?" Padma said, nodding to her house robes after hours.

"Yeah," she stammered.

"That sucks. Almost done though?"

She nodded and watched the girls try and contain their giggles about something she couldn't see. She glanced down the hall and found it devoid of doors or entrances despite the astronomy tower, where they most certainly were not.

"Astronomy homework?" She asked them, surrendering to her urges of suspicion. Where had they come from?

"Yep," Padma replied energetically.

"Lovely evening to see the stars," she goaded.

"They were brill," Mandy chimed in, turning to get her friend to nod in agreement. "Oh, by the way, I think a few people are going to be hanging out in the boy's dorm later tonight if you wanna come."

"Wicked," she responded, faking interest. "Corner and Boot's room?"

"Yep!"

"Ok, I'll try and swing by," she assured them. "You guys better get back though, I don't know who else has rounds tonight but if it's Abbott, you're screwed."

"Shit," Mandy said. "Is the Inquisitional Squad out tonight too?"

"Haven't seen them yet but I think they come round at 9."

"Thanks, Fern, you're a lifesaver!" Padma whispered, turning to run with her friend, hand in hand. "See you later!"

She watched them run back down towards the moving staircase and then turned to inspect the hall in a daze. She squeezed her eyes tight, imagining a door at the end of the hall but when she opened them, the stone wall remained the same; tall, grey, and empty.

There was no door anywhere.

Where were all these kids coming from?

The Weasley's having some secret entrance into the hallway made sense but her housemates and brother didn't. The mystery motivated her enough to make quick work of the walk back to her common room where she ignored a wave of 'hello's from her peers and rushed to her dorm room.

"Daisy!"

Her roommate jumped two inches off the bed and nearly toppled onto the floor as she rushed in and slammed the door. The tall strawberry blonde stared at her with wide, absent eyes for a moment before relaxing back onto the bed and setting her book on the nightstand.

"You might be content dying from a stress-induced heart attack at a young age, my love," she cooed, returning to her easy-going state. "But I, am not. Please exclude me from any further loud and anxious announcements in the —"

"Daisy," she repeated, ignoring her best friend's usual long-winded, abstract ramblings. "I think I may have stumbled upon a mystery."

Daisy gasped and threw a hand over her mouth, smiling wickedly as for one moment Fern thought that she was equally intrigued.

"I'm serious," Fern said flatly.

"I can't say I'm surprised," she said wistfully. "There is no way that we could know all the goings-on in a castle this old or this large. The mysteries it holds….the mysteries it has been witness to…well that must span centuries. Fern, what do you think was happening in this very room, a century ago?"

"Daisy, this room is not the one that I am concerned about. Will you please listen to me?"

"Yes, yes, yes," her roommate rambled, staring at the door as if she could actually see the ghosts of Ravenclaws past.

"On my Prefect rounds, I went up the astronomy tower—"

"So that you could look up at the night sky and not smoke a cigarette because you promised me that it was simply a fleeting phase of insubordination and not a serious habit?"

She squinted at the suddenly alert girl. "Yes."

"Lovely, please continue."

"Well on my way to the tower, Neville appeared out of nowhere with Fred and George Weasley in tow."

She paused for dramatic effect but continued quickly as Daisy didn't seem intrigued in the slightest.

"When I asked what they were doing, the twins wouldn't say, and Nev gave me some excuse about astronomy homework but when I went up to the tower, the fog made seeing the stars impossible!"

Daisy gave her an exasperated look. "So they were in the tower smoking pot?"

"Ah very clever, my love, but no. See, I would have smelled it either on them or in the tower if that had been the case but there was nothing."

"Okay…so what were they doing up there?"

"Now that is the mystery. I don't think they were up there at all."

Daisy stared at her silently, raising her brow in a combination of confusion and doubt.

"And here's why…when I came back down, Padma and Mandy appeared in the hall behind me, looking like they were leaving something, just like Nev and the twins had but they weren't up in the tower with me."

"Okay…"

"Daisy, are you hearing me? They said they were doing Astronomy homework, just like Nev. On a cloudy night! Don't you think that's a little suspicious that five people appeared out of thin air in a seventh-floor hallway this evening?"

"Well it's definitely odd but I don't know if I'd call it suspicious…actually maybe it's a little abnormal….no….bizarre perhaps?"

"Yes, yes, yes, all of the above," she said quickly. "What I'm trying to say is that I think they're up to something."

"Your brother, the twins, and two Ravenclaws?"

"Yes."

"Orgy?"

"Oh Daisy, for fucks sake, don't put that image in my head."

"Well, it's the obvious choice of usage for a secret room in a distant hallway with people who might otherwise consider each other acquaintances."

"They didn't look nearly flustered enough for that to be the case and besides, Padma and Mandy couldn't ever like any of them."

Daisy nodded like she was pondering.

"And you're sure they couldn't just be a study group?"

"Well I mean sure, they could be but what room were they using?"

"Fern, what time is it?"

"What?"

"The time," Daisy repeated.

"8:45, why?"

"So it's nighttime?"

"Yes…"

"Meaning that it was dark…up there."

"There are lanterns and fireplaces and moonlight, Daisy, I know what I saw. Dim light cannot hide an entire door. Or room!"

"No need to shout, I'm only trying to guide you to an air-tight hypothesis. Are you sure your mystery isn't just because of a lack of light or perhaps a result of your lack of sleep?"

She thought back to the hall and all the times she'd been there. It wasn't often, but it was enough to know what was there.

Nothing.

"No, I'm sure there is something else going on."

"Alright…I'll entertain it," Daisy said, propping her head upon her hand. "Do you think it's something sinister?"

"No," she mused, sorting through all the possibilities in her head. "Perhaps more of a nuisance in progress but I still don't like it."

"Fern, it's probably harmless."

"I can't shake the feeling that it's not. I don't want Neville involved with those fucking Weasley twins, no matter what they're doing."

"You're going to smother that poor boy. They're his friends, let him have his fun!"

Fern glared at her level-headed friend and then laid back onto her bed in a huff.

"We'll see."

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Running Around (3)

~After sneaking out of your house for the summer you sneak to the borrow, seeing Molly first and giving her the occasional hug, and telling her about everything, then seeing everyone else around, then Fred who faces lights up when he sees you

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Eyes panned all over the room, Ginny sitting beside me, her feet bouncing on the ground, followed by Fred who looks nervous, not knowing what was about to happen.

“I have something to say,” Ginny pipped up first, everyone looked at us, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin stayed close together, giving eachother a side look then back at Ginny.

“Ginny just let me say it,” I huffed looking at her. Her mouth started to open, I looked at Fred then at Molly and Arthur. “Fred and I are dating, we’ve been dating for a while known and didn’t know the right time to tell you all,”

“I was gonna just say that I got our hogwarts letters,” I looked at Ginny feeling sick to my stomach. “I was going to keep it a secret Maileen,” She whispered.

“You two are dating?” Molly said looking at Fred, George was looking at Fred and then the pair looked towards me. “You didn’t have to keep it a secret dear,” She said standing up from her chair and walking over, I was shocked at first but stood up and hugged her back.

“Group hug!” Fred called out walking over and wrapping his arms around his mom and I. “Mom be glad, I found someone you love,” He whispered making Molly chuckle.

“Okay okay okay,” Molly said letting the two of us go. “it’s good news, we have other things to talk about dears,” she said sitting back down. “You all know Sirius Black,”

I looked over at Sirius who nodded his head at him, I smiled then looked at Fred who was now sitting beside me, trading seats with Ginny.

“We’re going to be staying here for the summer, well everything gets taken care of, and we’re not going to be telling Harry anything okay,”  Molly said drinking some of her tea. “After last year that poor boy doesn’t need anymore stress in his life, so we’re just gonna keep a little secret,”

“But mom,” Ginny pipped up getting all the eyes on her, she leaned up against the table looking annoyed. “Fine,” She huffed leaning back down crossing her arms.

“I support you all know where you’ll be staying, there are more than enough rooms here and make yourselves at home,” Sirius said taking a drink of his wine. “You’ll find everything you’ll need right here,” 

“Eat up everyone want you,” Molly chirped waving her hand to let everyone know that food was ready.

Breakfast went by fast. everyone talked about school, Hermione had joined in a little while later, sitting beside Ron causing Fred and I to whispered and make a bet on five gallons, seeing how long it would take for them two to get together.

“Why don’t we go out in London today, on a little date just you and I,” Fred suggested. “I mean what's the worst that could happen, people know we’re dating,” 

“Dating,” I chuckled following Fred into his room. “You know what sure, we both don’t live in town and have no idea what to do in London, what could be better,” I wrapped my arms around Fred's torso and leaned my head on him.

“Well I heard that London has some good food,” Fred said smiling and scrunching his nose down at me. “Take you out for some lunch, and roam around London, sounds like a dream,”

“Hurry up and get ready then, your making me excited,” I slipping my hands away and jumped on Freds bed tossing my hands up in the air spinning around.

“Bloody hell Maileen, your gonna fall,” Fred chuckled tossing a coat on with magic then jumping onto his bed. “I’d never let you fall though,”

“I’m sure,” I stuck out my tongue and jumped off the bed making alot of noise. “Come on, London's waiting,”

Fred jumped down and grabbed my hand, we walked down the stairs dressed in semi-warm clothes.

“Where do you think you two are going?” Molly asked stopping us before we had the chance to walk out the door.

“Just on a date mom,” Fred smirked letting my hand go and walked over to his mom, planting a kiss on her cheek. “London's calling our name,”

“Be back no latter by dark you two, and no magic outside of this house, doesn’t matter if your of age, my rules,” Molly pointed a finger at us then turned on her heels walking away, Fred winked and we walked out of the house running down the streets of London as happy as the two of us could be.

Hours passed and the sunset on the London city, and Fred and I were heading back to the Grimmauld Place with bags in hand.

“Shopping maybe got a little out of hand,” Fred chuckled tossing his free hand over my shoulder. “But it’s okay, i’m glad we had got to spend a day together, just you and I,”

We walked into the house joyful. “I’m glad I got to spend the day with you too and there is no one else i’d rather do it with,” 

“Do it with,” Fred smirking placing his bags down on the couch. “I could work wit that,” the boy winked taking the backs from my hands and placing them with his.

“I bet you could Fred Weasley,” I smirked leaning forward and planting a kiss on his lips. “Not in the middle of the living room, wouldn’t be to guest like,” I whispered teasing now.

“I can’t even believe that you kept this relationship a secret from me for so long,” George said causing Fred and I to both jump and turn to face the ginger boy who stood at the door frame.

“Georgie brother,” Fred smiled letting to go and walked over to his brother bringing him into a hug. “Now you know, and I got the best idea, we should open a store,”

“A store?” George and I both said in sinc, looking at Fred who had a big smile on his face.

“Yeah a store,” Fred said acting like we were the crazy ones, he moved to our shopping bags and pulled out a little potion. “We could sell potions and pranks, and all that other good stuff, don’t you think it would be fun George?”

George had stayed silent for a moment looking at his brother. I smiled sitting down and watched as everyone went down.

“I think that is the best idea,” George smiled placing his hands on his hips. “Harry had given us his winnings, so that's what we could start it off with, I think this will work,”

“You two are cute,” I smiled grabbing my bags off from the couch and walked out of the room letting the two discuss their plans of owning their own store.

“Hey Maileen, that your name right?” Sirius Black called out as I walked up the stairs, I turned in his direction towards a room and nodded my head. “Your mother sent you a letter,”

I looked at Sirius confused. “My mother hasn’t moved or spoken in seventeen years, you must be mistaken,” I placed my bags outside my room and walked towards Sirius.

“Yeah I am, but I need to show you something,” Sirius grabbed my collar and pushed me into a room. “Don’t freak out,” he hand tossed over my mouth. “Don’t scream or panic,” He whispered in my ear.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed turning around and facing Sirius, but my attention didn’t last long on him when I realized where we were. “What is this?” I asked spinning around, the whole room was lit up, and I almost felt sick.

“I know what you are, Legilimens, cursed for all eternity, does anyone else know? Sirius asked causing angry to trail all around me. 

“How the hell do you know?” I angrily said stepping forward. “Not one person in my life knows about it, but my mother and i’d be damned if she told you since she’s stuck in a fishtank for the rest of her life,”

“Well I need your help, i’m not sure what you are but I know of who you are,” Sirius said putting his hand out. “I went to your house, saw your mom, I soon realized the fish I got the clue that you might have secrets too,”

“You don’t need my help, I don’t even know what I am,” I backed against a wall, feeling pressures.

“I do need your help, I need you to read my mind, find my deepest darkest fear, tell me what it is, please,” Sirius begged stepping forward towards me. “I need to know what it is,”

I stayed silent looking at Sirius confused. “Why do you wanna know?” I asked tilting my head and looking at the grown man who was falling apart.

“I need to know, apparently if he’s back then I need to know what my darkest memories are, incase they might give away something,” I felt bad for a second then shook my head.

“Sirius, i’ve never gone deep into someone's memories before, just looked inside my own replying my own memories,” I paused for a moment nervous. “But I can do it,”

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Running Around (1)

~After sneaking out of your house for the summer you sneak to the borrow, seeing Molly first and giving her the occasional hug and telling her about everything, then seeing everyone else around, then Fred who faces lights up when he sees you.

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I grabbed handfuls of clothes out of my closet, tossing them into my enchanted bag, taking everything I could find that I could bring, I got out of my closet, walking around my room and tossing books and other miscellaneous things into the bag

“I’m off mom, I’ll see you when I come home,” I yelled knowing I wouldn’t get an answerback. “I love you,” I called out walking out of the house, grabbing my broom from the side of the house and taking off to the borrow.

As I flew over the river, I raised my hands up, holding my bag and screamed at the top of my lounges, excited and just being in a happy place, I looked down just above where the lake ended.

I flew myself up into the bushes, making myself boost a bit more, landing in the field, I flicked my broom up, holding my broom in one hand and the other my bag filled with all my things.

“Dears please come downstairs!” Molly yelled as I walked in, I smiled placing my bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen. “Oh dear Merlin, you almost gave me a heart attack Maileen,” Molly said dropping everything onto the table. “What are you doing here?” She asked grabbing me and pulling me into a hug.

“I thought if it was okay with you, I could stay here for the summer since your house is better than mine,” I chuckled hugging her back. “If that's okay with you?” I said with a smile.

“Oh dear it’s more than okay, does your mom know your here?” She asked letting me go. “Because if she doesn’t I don’t want no three am knocks on my door,” Molly chuckled.

“Yes my mom knows I’m here, she hasn’t talked in years though, so you won’t be having a three am knock on your door,” I chuckled letting go of Molly.

“Oh hello there Maileen,” Arthur said walking into the kitchen. “What new thing have you brought me today,” He chuckled getting a look from Molly.

“Oh your gonna love this one, you talk about it all the time, so I had to grab it for you,” I chuckled walking out of the room, I grabbed my bag and reached in, pulling out a yellow rubber duck.

“Exquisite!” Arthur chuckled walking over. “All you do is use these as bath toys?” He asked, I placed the duck into his hand and watched him examine it.

“Yes, it’s for kids so they have something to play within the bath,” I chuckled placing my bag back down.

“Is that who I think it is!” Ginny Weasley called out, running down the stairs and involving me in a hug. “I missed you and I only saw you like a week ago,” I chuckled letting me go. Ron and George also ran down, pulling me into a hug.

“Where's my favourite Weasley,” I joked as Ron and George had let me go, Molly smiled and looked at me as Ron and George had taken offence.

“He’s sleeping, of course, why don’t you go wake him up, I’m sure he’d be delighted to see you here,” Molly said pointing to the stairs. “The last door on the top floor,” She said with a bigger smile on her face, Arthur pulled her into the kitchen and I just chuckled walking up the stairs.

I walked up the stairs, forgetting how many stairs were in this house, I smiled looking at Fred's door, notes saying do not disturb hung up on his door.

“Fred Weasley wake up from your slumber,” I whispered walking into his room, not bugging one bit. “Fred Weasley your knight in shining armour is here!” I yelled jumping onto his bed, his little brown eyes opened up and a smile appeared on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked looking up at me. “I don’t have a shirt on, what are you doing in my room?” He asked lifting his leg up, kicking me and causing me to fall down beside him, I just laughed.

“Ran away from home, you're stuck with me for the whole summer now,” I chuckled leaning my head up and looking at Fred with a smile. “You act like I haven't seen you barely naked in the common room before, I chuckled crawling over Fred’s legs and tossing my bag on the extra bed. “I’m crashing in here, since I hear George got  Percy's old room when he moved out,” I said tossing my books out of my bag,

“Slow down there Maileen,” Fred said wrapping his arms around me. “I missed you,” he whispered leaning against me.

“Not a one time thing huh?” I chuckled turning myself around to face Fred who smirked on his face. “I know what your thinking,” I whispered feeling the grip of Fred's hand get tighter, both our bodys were pressed against each other.

“Your too hot to have a one time thing with,” Fred said pulling his hands up onto my head and pulled both our heads forward, our lips connected and my hands dug into Freds shirt slowly pulling it up.

“Are you unpacked yet!” Ginny yelled from the other side of the door. “And Fred you better be awake mom wants you downstairs,” Ginny called out, Fred and I both pushed away from each other fixing our clothes and looking at each other with a smile.

“Yeah i’m unpacked Ginny,” I chuckled opening the door. “Fred was just telling that I could stay in here, since Percy moved out,” I smiled opening the door, Fred was slipping a sweater on acting normal.

“Okay well breakfast is gonna be ready soon, mom just sent me up here to see if you guys had seen each other yet,” Ginny smiled. “I’ll see you two downstairs then, hurry up now,” She said turning around and walking down the stairs.

“Our dirty little secret,” Fred said shutting the door and pushing me against it. “Thats hot,” He whispered pushing his lips against mine,  my hands found a way inside his shirt again slowly pulling it off but stopping myself.

“We can wait till tonight,”  I muttered between kisses. “You have me for the whole summer Freddie, come on i’m starving,” I chuckled pulling his shirt down and walking over to my bag. “This year was stressful huh, we’re sixth years now,” I said grabbing a large sweater that Molly had knitted me for my birthday and tossing it on.

“Yeah tonight,” Fred said walking over towards me. “I’m not sure i’ll be able to wait tell tonight,” He whispered slipping his hands around my shirt before I could slip my sweater on.

“Freddie,” I whispred leaning back into his shoulder. “Your sisters gonna come back up here if we don’t get down there, we don’t want her thinking anythings going on,” I chuckled feeling his arms move from my waist.

“Your right,” Fred whispred leaning down and kissing my lips. “We’re keeping it a secret, just until it’s the right time,” He said with a smile.

“Come on now, i’m starving,” I chuckled grabbing Fred's hand, forgetting about my sweater and running down the stairs with him. “Hello Weasley family, i’ve come baring another gift,” I chuckled walking into the kitchen with Fred trailing around me.

“Boy you are in trouble,” Molly said standing up, I looked at Fred with a smile then sat down at the table beside Ginny who gave me a soft smile. “I’ll deal with you later,” She muttered looking at the family owl that flew into the window, Molly ripping open the letter. “Hope you haven’t gotten to comfortable Maileen, we’re going for a bit of a travel,” Molly said handing the letter to Arthur.

“What can I say, i’m up for a adventure,” I chuckled digging into the food that appeared right infront of me. 

“Everyone quickly finish eating, we’ll be traveling by floo, so just gather what you’ll need for the summer dears,” Molly said walking out, I quickly followed her out. “Dear you should  be eating, you need some meat on those bones,” Molly joked turning around. 

I didn’t say anything to her but walked over and wrapped my arms around her, some odd tears fell down off my face but I shook my head and leaned my forehead on her shoulders.

“Molly i’m glad i’m staying with you guys this summer, i’m sure one more night in my house and I would have gone crazy,” I chuckled looking at her, Molly had tears going down her face as well. “Whats wrong?” I asked putting a serious face on.

“Nothing nothing Maileen,” Molly said taking me into a hug again. “Stay safe this summer okay, I know how much you mean to the boys, your like family to us,” She whispred in my ear making me smile.

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till forever falls apart{chapter 5}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 5:

The boggart stayed in Jordyn’s mind throughout the rest of the week. The only peace she found was when she had astronomy on Tuesday. Each night she had the dream of the boggart, to the point where she avoided sleep altogether. She would wake up in the middle of the night from her dreams and go sit on the couch in the common room, putting everything into her homework to try and distract her. She hadn’t told anyone about the dreams, about the boggart. The only people that knew were those in the classroom Monday.

On Tuesday during study hall, she noticed Draco Malfoy in a sling, and overheard a conversation between Hermione, Ron and Harry about something that happened in Care of Magical Creatures, a class she had earlier that day. Hagrid had a whole lesson prepared, but it was changed at the last minute, and now she knew why. Then Seamus came running into the Great Hall.

“He’s been sighted, he’s been sighted!” Seamus shouted, throwing a paper onto the Gryffindor table.

Jordyn ran over and moved the twins away from each other, sitting in between them. 

“Who?” Ron asked.

“Sirius Black!”

Everyone at the table crowded around the paper. A shudder went through Jordyn’s spine. 

“Dufftown? That’s not far from here,” Hermione said. 

“You don’t think he’d come to Hogwarts? Do you?” Neville asked.

“There’s dementors at every entrance,” Fred said.

“Dementors,” Seamus started. “He’s already slipped past them once, who’s to say he won’t do it again.”

Jordyn watched fear come to Harry’s face. 

“That’s right, Black could be anywhere. It’s like trying to catch smoke, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands,” another student added.

They all stared at the paper, before Harry went to go back to his work. 

It was finally Friday night. Jordyn would have all of Saturday to be with the twins, helping them study for their O.W.L.S. at the end of the year. She tried to go to sleep, but maybe had an hour or two to actually sleep before the dream happened once more. So, she got up and headed to the common room. She had gone five days without a goods night sleep, and her friends were starting to notice. 

“So this is why the muggles try therapy,” she thought to herself as she dove into her homework from Professor Sinistra. The door to the common room opened, and a tired Cedric walked in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I couldn’t really sleep,” she responded, a slight smile on her face. 

“Would you like to talk about why? I’ve noticed you haven’t been sleeping recently.” Cedric sat down on the couch next to Jordyn.

“It’s nothing, just excitement, I guess.”

“Excitement for what?”

“This new school year. All the great opportunities for this year?” Jordyn tried to convince Cedric, but he knew her too well.

“What’s wrong Jordyn? Why haven’t you slept?”

“In Defense Against the Dark Arts on Monday, we went over boggarts, and when I went up, I saw something.”

“Was it a clown?”

Jordyn laughed, “No, that’s what I thought it would be. But instead, it turned into Fred, George...and you. The three of you were on the ground, dead. And I couldn’t do anything about it. I forgot the spell and I couldn’t save you.”

“It wasn’t real.” Cedric said, taking her homework from her and wrapping his arms around her, and small tears came out of her eyes.

“I know it wasn’t real, but then Sirius Black was sighted and now it feels all too real. It could be a possibility, and I couldn’t stop it. He’s a murderer.”

“Jordyn, I promise you, I’ll protect you. I’ll protect the twins.”

“I’ll protect you,” Jordyn cried.

She fell asleep on the couch in Cedric’s arm, and when she woke up from the dream, he calmed her down. She made the rest of the night without having the dream, and when he woke up in the morning for breakfast, he wrote a quick note for her to let her know where he was, then ran to the Great Hall.

Instead of going to the Hufflepuff table, he went to the Gryffindor table, sitting across from the twins.

“We need to talk about Jordyn.”

“What’s wrong? Is she hurt?” Fred asked.

“She’s fine, mostly. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, her boggart turned into us three, dead. It’s been haunting her dreams, and she hasn’t slept since Monday night, but she did sleep some last night. I know she was supposed to help you study, but I think it’s best if she rests today, gets as much sleep as possible.”

The twins nodded in agreement. 

“What if we got the sleeping draught? Charlie had to make it in his sixth year, and I assume it works. She could get real sleep, and wouldn’t have the dream,” George suggested.

“George that’s brilliant,” Cedric replied. “I can ask Madame Pomfrey or even Professor Snape if we can have some. I’m sure they’ll understand. I’ll see you boys later.”

Cedric got up from the table, and headed off to the Hufflepuff table.

“Can we come see her?” Fred asked.

“Of course, just make sure to keep it low. She should rest.” Cedric smiled, turned around and went to his breakfast.

“Well, while he gets the potion, we can go be with her, play some records, try and cheer her up?” George said. 

“Why didn’t she tell us what happened?” Fred asked. 

George could tell he was offended that Jordyn hadn’t come to either of them. 

“I’m not sure Freddie, but you can’t get mad at her when we see her. She’s already stressed out as is.”

The two got up from the table and headed off to the Hufflepuff common room.

“What if we went pranking with her instead?” Fred asked.

“Not now Freddie, not now.”

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Running Around Masterlist

~After sneaking out of your house for the summer you sneak to the borrow, seeing Molly first and giving her the occasional hug and telling her about everything, then seeing everyone else around, then Fred who faces lights up when he sees you.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four