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Joke's On You 18

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.]

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All was fair in love and war. That was very much the motto that you and Fred lived by.

Even while the two of you met up everyday and did all the boyfriend-and-girlfriend things (in your own fashion) and even though the two of you still could not keep your hands off of each other, the entire time, a secret war was brewing.

After the next Hogsmeade trip, you spotted Fred, George, and Lee smuggling a niffler into the castle. You pretended not to notice the snout poking out of Lee’s jacket since Filch was standing next to you, waving his broom threateningly at anyone who seemed suspicious. And you never mentioned it to Fred, but you were waiting for the merest hint of a plan being put into action.

So, when Fred entered your room one afternoon with a jauntier walk than usual and a particular sparkle in his eye, you knew something was up. You acted as you usually would for the entire lunch break. (You stripped off your panties, wore your little heart plug, lay on your bed, and waited for Fred while doing your homework. When Fred came in, he immediately fell forward onto your bed and split your legs apart hungrily. You scoffed and pushed him away with your foot. When Fred whimpered, you playfully crossed your feet in the air as you continued to do your homework.)

Finally, Fred, slightly sullen as you wouldn’t let him have you (“I’ve got homework, Weasley,” you snapped) left ten minutes early (to “er – grab my bookbag,” which he’d apparently forgotten), you gave him a good-bye kiss, pretended to smile and wave, and closed the door after him. However, as soon as you heard his footsteps fade away, you dressed, hurried out, and stationed yourself in front of the Transfiguration classroom, which you thought was the most likely spot that Fred, George, and Lee would pass to come down from Gryffindor Tower to wherever they planned to go.

* * * * * * * * * *

Five minutes later, Kenneth joined you. “Looking forward to Transfiguration today?”

“Mhm,” you said, while scanning the corridor like an eagle.

“You know, the Illusion Principles that we’re learning now form the basis of Human Transfiguration at N.E.W.T. level. Isn’t that interesting?”

“Oh, yes,” you agreed. “Simply fascinating.”

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you applied for the Wizengamot junior summer internship yet?”

You nodded brightly. “Yes, I submitted my application over winter break. So did David. We reach each other’s essays before we submitted them.”

“Well, I asked Penelope when she received her response last year, and she said it was around this time.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? So we might hear back very soon?”

Kenneth nodded. He hesitated, and then he asked, “So, you’ve still got your heart set on joining the Wizengamot?”

“Yes, of course.”

Just then, you caught sight of Fred, George, and Lee sneaking stealthily through the corridor. You squinted at them and you could just make out the niffler stuffed in George’s cloak.

“Weasley! In the name of the law! Stop right there!”

“What - ?” Kenneth said, taken back.

“Hold this!” You all but threw your bookbag to Kenneth before sprinting the entire length of the fifth-floor corridor to grabFred. You meant to grab the back of his cloak, but you missed and grabbed his hair instead.

“Ow!” Fred yelled. “Get off!”

“Professor McGonagall!” you hollered.

“Let go, you hellcat!” Fred shouted at you. “Now’s not the time!”

“No!” you shouted back. “Now is the time!”

You both wrestled furiously with each other.

“God damn it, you’re supposed to be on my side,” Fred growled. “And leggo of my hair!”

“No,” you stressed, huffing heavily. “And what are you up to, hm? Why aren’t you in class, where you should be?”

“I’m going to class, if you would LET GO OF MY HAIR!” Fred burst out.

Other students stopped to watch the two of you duke it out in the middle of the hallway. Meanwhile, Lee and George placed bets on whether you or Fred would win.

Recognizing that he wouldn’t get out of your clutches quite so easily, Fred yelled, “Boys, soldier down! Go on without me!” and he motioned furiously at George and Lee to take off.

George suddenly wrapped his arm around a bulge in the side of his cloak and he began to take off.

Bollocks, George is the one that has the evidence, you realized. He’s the one actually carrying the Niffler.

Struggling absurdly hard, you finally managed to sit on top of Fred and gather his wrists together and hold them down – at this, Fred paused. Lifting his eyebrow up at you, he said suggestively, “I know you get off on riding me, but do you really wanna show all of these people how much you like me?”

You scowled at him. However, using Fred’s moment of distraction, you managed to pull your wand out of your cloak and point it at George. “Iterdum!”

“Oof!” Hit by your Trip Jinx, George fell over. To his credit, he managed to roll over so that the Niffler wouldn’t get squashed.

“Oi!” Lee cried out. “Toss him to me!”

You leapt to your feet, but Fred managed to hook his leg around yours and bring you back down to the ground.

This time, it was you who growled, “You let go of me this instant!” “Not a chance, you stupid prefect!”

You saw Fred’s gaze wander up to your hair – You gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

Fred grinned. He reached out and grabbed a handful of your hair.

“No!” you growled.

Fred laughed, mussing up your hair as much as possible while sitting on top of you.

“You’re not even grabbing my hair! You’re just messing it up!” you said indignantly.

“So? Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it, huh?” Fred said gleefully. He stuck both in his hands in your hair and roughly shook his hands.

“Aargh, no! You – You infantile pillock!” you burst out.

Fred smirked down at you, and he said, without an ounce of sincerity, "Oops."

Grabbing Fred’s hands, you seriously grappled with him. Fred’s laugh faded away, and his brow furrowed as he slipped back into focus, trying to keep you under him.

“Fred, I said let go! This is obstruction of justice!”

“You’re an obstruction of justice!”

“Grrr…!” Managing to slip your hand through Fred’s grasp, you lifted yourself as much as possible and latched onto the front of Fred’s hair again.

“You – Ow! Not the hair again! Godric,do you want a bald boyfriend?”

With one hand still tightly gripping Fred’s hair, you lifted your other hand, in which you were still holding your wand, and shouted out, “Accio Niffler!”

Everybody gasped as they saw the poor little niffler get yanked out of George’s cloak with an invisible hand and then go flying pell-mell through the air towards you –

“Damn it, no!” George shouted. “Don’t let her get it!”

Lee made a grab for the niffler, but he missed. The niffler came flying towards you. You stretched out both your arms to catch it – when Fred tackled you down entirely onto the floor. You found yourself pinned to the floor, with Fred on top of you – and then the niffler landed on top of Fred’s head. The niffler, startled, gripped onto Fred’s hair as hard as it could with its small paws.

Surprised, Fred yelled, “What the - ? Geroff me!”

Just then, Kenneth stepped in and grabbed the niffler out of harm’s way -

“BOYS!”

It was McGonagall. With a sigh of relief, you got up. As you did, you nearly stepped on Fred’s hair. You hastily put your foot down on the edge of Fred’s jacket instead.

Fred said irritably, “Could you please not trample all over me?”

Dusting yourself off neatly while leaving a firm footprint on Fred’s jacket, you replied smartly, “Well, it’s hard when your head is so big.”

Fred glowered at you.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall began to tell the boys off.

Out of the corner of his mouth, Fred muttered, “You’re such a prat.”

You merely clasped your hands behind your back and stood proudly beside McGonagall, as she said angrily, “Fred and George Weasley, the pair of you! And Lee Jordan, I thought I told you to…” As McGonagall admonished the boys, you nodded at all of her good points and even shook her head at the boys when she did. All this time, your chest was puffed out in pride and there was a brilliant glimmer of victory in your eyes.

As McGonagall shepherded the boys into her office to hand out detentions, Fred gave you a massive stink-eye and the finger. In return, you gave him the sweetest, most kittenish smile ever before you went flouncing off to Kenneth’s side to pet the cute niffler.

* * * * * * * * * *

Five minutes later, Fred came out of McGonagall’s office, only to find you telling off a second year for flying a Fanged Frisbee in the hallway. You were holding a stern finger up as you said seriously, “You could really hurt someone, you know, or damage a painting.”

Fred rolled his eyes. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Then, he said to the second year, “Go on, get out of here.”

“Wait – what? No, come back!” you shouted, but Fred had you all wrapped up in his arms, and you found that you couldn’t move an inch.

The second year scurried away, and you called after him, “You better be heading to class! And you make sure to turn that Fanged Frisbee in!”

Pushing his head forward onto your shoulder, Fred whispered, “If you’re done being a uselessly intense vigilante, how about we go back to yours, hm?”

“Go back to mine? For what?”

“You know for what.”

“I certainly do not.”

“Well, how about a little continuance of what you started when you tackled me onto the floor? You know, when you were sitting on top of me, and I was between your legs. Or else, when I was sitting on top of you, and you were between my legs. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m not picky.”

You finally squirmed out of his hug. Turning around, you said stolidly, “Excuse me. I did not become a prefect and get my own room to fuel your debauchery, Fred Weasley.”

Fred gently pushed you back against the wall. Then, he lifted his hand and put it up on the wall, trapping you inside of his stature again. In a low voice, he said suggestively, “Debauchery? That’s what you call our love-making?”

Scoffing, you ducked out from under his arm and began walking away. As you did, you muttered, “It’s hardly love-making.”

“Oi, you come back here,” Fred called.

When you ignored him, Fred suddenly galloped forward in a most giraffe-like manner. He caught you by the arm, but you shook him off and said, “We have class, Weasley.”

“And then detention,” said Fred.

“You have detention,” you corrected him. “I would never.”

“Except you do.” Fred grabbed your arm again and twirled you around. He held up a piece of parchment and said, “McGonagall assigned me detention with you.”

At this, you lit up. Excitedly, you said, “Really?” You snatched the parchment out of Fred’s hand and read it. Sure enough, McGonagall had filled out a detention form and given Fred detention under your supervision that evening.

“Oh,” you murmured happily, clutching the piece of parchment to your chest, “this is perfect.”

“Yeah,” Fred said. “I was thinking you could just sign it now, and I could use the evening to steal back the niffler.”

You neatly folded the piece of parchment up and slid it into your pocket. “Mm,” you said lightly, “I don’t think so, Fred. After all, you do deserve this detention.” You reached up and softly brushed at your footprint on Fred’s collar. “You know that, don’t you? And even though it gets rid of my evening, too, I’ll do it. Because I’ve got a vested interest in making sure my boyfriend turns into an upstanding citizen.”

Fred wrinkled his nose and shook his head at you. “An upstanding citizen? That’s your criteria for a boyfriend? Sheesh, you’ve got problems.”

You merely smiled at Fred, so that your eyes turned into pleased little crescents. “See you tonight.” With that, you turned away from him and entered the Transfiguration classroom, where you took your usual seat next to Kenneth.

* * * * * * * * * *

After classes and just before dinner, Fred came into the spare classroom for detention –

“Late.” You glared at him. “I can’t believe you’re late.”

Fred shrugged. Leaning against the doorway, he said briskly, “All right, I’ve showed up. Sign the form now, and let’s be on our way. I’m starving.”

In reply, you pointed to a small tin bucket and a plastic knife.

Fred frowned as he peered at the items. “What are those?”

“I seem to remember your mum telling me that you and George try to use magic for everything and that you boys don’t understand the value of doing things slowly and methodically - ”

“I’m never letting you meet my mum again,” Fred grumbled.

“- to build character,” you finished. “So, here’s what you’re going to do, Weasley. You’re going to scrape all the gum off of the desks by hand.”

Fred blinked. “What?”

You rapped the desk smartly with your wand. “Get to it. I want all of these decks spotless or else, no signature for you.”

Fred scoffed. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“It’s stupid. It’s a total waste of time. It’s useless, too, when you can vanish it all by magic.”

“Tsk,” you tutted. “You’re missing the point.”

“And it’s disgusting,” Fred said loudly. “It’s other people’s gum. They spat it out of their mouths, for Merlin’s sake.”

“If you use the knife correctly, you won’t have to touch the gum,” you pointed out.

“And it’ll hurt my knees. I’m not good on my knees - ”

“Now, now, Fred,” you said knowingly, with a sparkle in your eye, “now’s not the time for false modesty.”

Annoyed, Fred crossed his arms and said resolutely, “I’m not doing this, so you better come up with something else.”

You crossed your arms right back at him. “If you don’t, I won’t sign the form, and you’ll simply be assigned another detention with me. And guess what I’ll ask you to do?”

Fred’s eyes turned into narrow slits as he glared at you. “You wouldn’t.”

You leaned back against the desk and crossed your legs. “Try me.”

Fred growled. “You’ve got a real problem with authority, you know that?”

“Oh, I do,” you said, pleased. “But for some reason, the same stupid, lanky-looking - ”

“ – Hey - ”

“moron keeps wandering under my control.” You cocked your head at him. “Why is that, do you think? Why does he keep coming back?”

Fred said nothing, merely kept glaring at you. A muscle was jumping in his jaw.

You smiled at him. But Fred knew that your smile right now was a challenge.

Fred remained totally still, except for the fire blazing in his eyes.

You, too - even though you had a seemingly pleasant smile on your face, there was an equally intense fire glimmering in your eyes.

You both faced off, neither of you willing to back down.

Then, all of a sudden – slam! – Fred used his foot to kick the door closed behind him. He strode forward and rather roughly grabbed you by your waist. “Fred!” you cried out. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

“Shut up,” Fred growled. “You’re coming with me.”

Fred quickly dragged you into the tall wardrobe cabinet in the corner of the classroom.

“Ugh,” you complained. “It’s all dusty in here!”

Fred closed the wardrobe door, accidentally pushing you against the shelves a little.

“Ah! Don’t push me like that!” you scolded him, annoyed. “My shirt, I ironed it this morning and it’s going to get all - !”

Fred abruptly grabbed you and kissed you hard enough that you leaned backwards and Fred had to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from falling. Breathless, you unwittingly let out a soft moan as you melted his arms.

“I said to shut up,” Fred growled at you.

You only moaned again, louder, as Fred attacked your neck with kisses.

“Fine, but you know, it is love making when you moan like that,” Fred whispered huskily. He squeezed you in his arms. “As for your stupid, clean, ironed shirt – Well, you just gave me an idea as to how to make you pay for today, you little hellcat.” His hands slipped down, grabbed onto the front of your shirt and – Rip! Pop, pop, pop!

You gasped as all of your buttons came off as Fred ripped open the front of your shirt. “Fred! My – My shirt! My buttons!” You started to get angry, but before the anger could really settle in, Fred had kissed you again. You made to claw at him, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it down against the wall behind you. You let out a muffled curse word, but Fred merely grinned into your kiss. He pushed his thigh between your legs – making you moan again – and then it was too late, too wonderfully late, for you’d fallen into his warmth, and you knew that the only way to make your anger known was to give him a hell of a scratching on his back and shoulders as he made sweet, sweet love to you in that tiny, dusty broom cupboard.

Still, even if you couldn’t focus enough to give him your anger, you did manage to communicate your irritation. As Fred kissed you and rubbed your pussy through your panties, while you pushed your hands into his pants and briefs and grasped his cock in your hand, you managed to tell him off. “Y-You’re s’psed to be scraping gum off the d-desks – ah!”

“Mm, I’ve a better use for my hands and knees,” Fred whispered, while pressing his mouth hotly against your neck.

“Like what? Ripping off my clothes like some brute?” You muttered grumpily, “First, my bra – ah, yes, there, Fred, harder – now my shirt, you’re just – ah, ah! – t-terrible. No respect, I tell you. I’ve got a problem with authority? Hmpfh. You’ve got a – ah! – a p-problem with authority, mister.”

“What the hell are you on about now?” Fred growled at you, while he peppered your throat with rough kisses and sucks.

“Ripping my n-nice clothes like that, without a s-second thought,” you replied, trying to keep your voice adamant as you complained, even as you were panting heavily because Fred was rubbing your clit so, so well. “You’ve got n-no patience, so you don’t know how to – mmm – enjoy the f-finer things in l-life.”

“Well, I said I liked you better naked,” Fred grunted. “It was a compliment, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about – uhn!” He groaned just then, however, as you fisted his cock fervently.

“Tch. I spent a ton of money on that lingerie, I’ll have you know,” you muttered. “And to have it a-all ripped open like t-that – ah – without you even appreciating it f-fully. Do you know how b-bad you made me feel? One second I was – ah, ah – feeling all cute in my little lingerie, and the next second, I was just suddenly all bare. S-Stripped of my cuteness, stripped of my fun. How would you like that, huh, Fred? Ah...!”

Fred pressed his fingers against your pussyhole and rubbed your panties against you as he pressed, “I said I liked you better than the lingerie. Isn’t that better? I told you that you were beautiful.”

“Saying pretty words doesn’t cover up the fact that you ignored my efforts – mm, yes, Fred – and t-treated my gift for you s-so disrespectfully.”

“Disrespectful? I said you were beautiful -uhhhn,” Fred moaned, closing his eyes as you yanked his pants down to be able to pump your hand up and down on his cock better.

“You didn’t even enjoy it,” you whispered beratingly, as you fell onto your knees. “I thought you’d want to lavish me with kisses and shower me with affection because of how I’d dressed up for you. But no. After I went through all that trouble, all you did was rip it off - ”

“- That was me enjoying it - ”

You looked up at Fred as you positioned yourself before his cock. “Like you’re a selfish, stupid boy.”

“That bra was – It was in the way of nicer things,” Fred huffed out. He then reached out with both of his hands and cupped the air, rather rudely explaining what those ‘nicer things’ were to him.

Your eyes narrowed. “Fred, when will you learn?” You slapped his thigh, and he suddenly jolted. Looking up at him and resting your chin on his hip, you whispered, “It’s not about fucking, it’s about the lead-up. It’s about the power and the anticipation. It’s about the feeling of sex dripping off of everything before we even touch each other. The feeling of taking off a woman’s lingerie slowly, or watching the thin fabric slip down her body, and maybe even catch a little here and there – perhaps on her nipples, or on her hips…? I mean, can you imagine that?”

Fred swallowed. “Uh… I – Yeah, I can, I s’pse.” He paused, however, before he said, “But I’d much rather enjoy the tits - ”

You cut him off. “- And I gave you the opportunity to experience that wonderful feeling of sensuality, which is what gives sexuality its body.”

Fred scrunched his nose at you. “What body?”

You ignored his question and asked him instead, while poking him in his thigh, “And what did you do?”

Fred reached down and slapped away your hand.

But you plowed on and answered for him, “That’s right. You ripped it all off in less than a second and threw it away like it was a piece of garbage.”

Fred stuck to his argument, though his voice became slightly sullen. “I… I said you were beautiful.”

“That’s true,” you relented. “I’ll give you a point for that, I suppose.” You lowered your head and began to slowly lick at his cock with your tongue, while you murmured softly, “But still, think about it and tell me. Ripping off a woman’s lingerie like that, without enjoying it, without appreciating her - is that something a man would do or a boy would do? Hm?”

Fred was slowly turning pink – whether because he was embarrassed because of what you were saying or because of the pleasure he felt at having you on his knees, before him, and licking so sweetly at his cock, even he wasn’t sure.

You sighed once more, and Fred felt your warm breath pass sweetly over his cock. He gulped again. But all you said was, “Consider my position. I mean, what am I supposed to do, hm? How can I please my boyfriend when he’s so impatient? And when I try to come up with ways to teach you patience, you ignore them all, and instead drag me into dusty wardrobes to make love to me. As if all you wanted was to fuck me.” You started to lower your head again, and Fred held his breath – but then you paused and looked up at him. "But you would never be so crude, would you, Fred?"

Fred blinked. "What?"

You were holding your hair neatly to the side with one hand, and you looked up at Fred from beneath your lashes as you suddenly whispered, as if a realization had just struck you, “Do you want me to just be a hole for you, Fred? Is that what you want? As soon as you walk into my room, I’m there, waiting for you, all undressed, completely bare, no lingerie, no nothing, legs spread, pussy wet, plug in, touching myself, maybe even moaning your name, and as soon as I see you there, I would beg for you. I would cry out, ‘Oh, Fred, I need you inside me! Please, sir, please, I’m just a hole. I’m just your hole. Take me, please, I’m yours.’ Hmm?”

You weren’t even doing anything to Fred, but Fred was suddenly panting as though he’d run a marathon. His thighs were trembling slightly, and his cock had become quite hard in your hand. You noticed the way his shoulders were rising and falling quite tensely, and how he was biting down on his lower lip hard.

You barely checked your wicked little smile as you carried on. “Because a man wouldn’t want that. Oh no, he would want his woman to be just as strong and controlling as him. He wouldn’t simply want a hole, would he? No, no. Because he would know how to appreciate his woman. Only boys would be turned on by the idea of his girl waiting for him on her bed, out of her mind with want and need to be filled by her cute little boyfriend, as if all she could think about all day was her boyfriend’s handsome, hard cock - ”

You suddenly stroked Fred’s cock with your hand, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You had to duck your head for a second to hide the tiny laugh that escaped you at his reaction.

But Fred had heard you. He fell back against the wall behind him, with his head lolling slightly against the wall, and he mumbled out desperately, while his cheeks turned pink, “Stop, you’re making me all – all confused.”

“Oh, Fred,” you whispered sweetly. Nearly purring, you shuffled closer to Fred and hugged his waist and kissed his stomach. “You thought you were dragging me into this wardrobe to have your way with me, but there's nowhere you can take me where you'll end up in control. I will always be in control. You know that by now, don't you?"

Fred moaned out, while shifting against the wall and thrusting his hips slightly but aimlessly, as he was looking for your sweet little mouth to fuck, “No, I am in c-control - uhn - Only I can’t t-think and – and – baby, I need you, I need you, I fucking need you - ” He suddenly reached down, grasped your hair at the back tightly, and -

“Mmpfh!” You let out a startled, muffled cry as Fred abruptly pushed you down onto his cock. You felt your lips spread open as his cock thrust through into your mouth. You gasped in surprise, as you suddenly found your mouth crammed full of Fred’s hard, thick cock.

“Mmmm!” You moaned loudly, and Fred groaned as he felt the vibrations from your sweet mouth run up and down his cock.

“Oh, Merlin,” Fred breathed out harshly. He slid both of his hands into your hair and tangled his fingers with his locks. He pushed and pulled at your head, jerking you back and forth, pushing his cock repeatedly into your perfect little mouth. You let out muffled gasps as you took his cock.

Fred groaned loudly, “Baby, fuck!” – when you suddenly pushed Fred back. He fell back against the wall with a thump.

“Fred Weasley!” you growled. “What are you doing to my hair? You’ve been pulling at it all day!” You reached back and patted the back of your hair down.

“No, no,” Fred wheeled, while reaching for you to draw you back in, “it looks good a little messy, I swear.”

You shook your head, disagreeing entirely with him.

“No, really,” Fred croaked out hoarsely. “When your hair’s all – all messed-up like that, you look – you look… just swell.”

You nearly laughed at this outdated phrase. However, you held in your giggle and instead said seriously, “Fred, do you really think I’m swell?”

Fred nodded vigorously.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not just saying that because you’re absolutely desperate to have your cock in my mouth?”

Fred started to nod – then he paused, and began to shake his head – only to pause again and stop, confused.

You openly laughed.

Fred looked down at you. He meant to glare at you, but he only looked betrayed and defeated.

You debated in your head for a second, but Fred’s sweet little puppy expression was too much for you to handle. You sighed. “Oh well… Fine, I guess you can mess up my hair. It's not the first time now, is it?"

Fred reached out at once, but you grabbed his wrists and stared up at him sternly as you stated sternly, “Be nice. And you have to buy me a pretty hair accessory after this."

Fred nodded furiously, clearly not carrying about any future conditions, as long as he got to touch you as he wanted now. He immediately and roughly grasped at your hair again and he pushed his hips forward. You opened your mouth obediently, if not wantingly, and – “Mm!” You let Fred dictate the pace for a little longer, but soon, you were much greedier. You suddenly slipped away – Fred let out a confused sound, for he had closed his eyes to take in the utterly perfect feeling of your mouth on his cock – and you crawled forward quickly on your hands and knees. Then, putting your hands up on the wall on either side of Fred’s hips, you pushed yourself onto his cock even more fervently, gagging on purpose as you took in as much of Fred’s thick, handsome cock as you could into your mouth.

“Mmmphf!” you moaned happily. “Mm, mm, mmm!”

Fred gasped loudly. “Nngh! F-Fuck!” He started breathing quite hard, with his chest rising and falling and filling out his shirt entirely. He barely managed to look down and watch with blurry eyes as your head went up and down on his cock. Godric, she feels so good, taking me like that. What a fucking good girl. Uhnn!!! Fred moaned in his mind.

Gradually, your hands went from the wall to his hips and then back onto his cock, until your hands followed your mouth, and while your mouth was warm and wet on his cock, your hands were twisting and squeezing and going up and down –

“E-Enough! Fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum,” Fred groaned, and he half-heartedly pushed you away from him.

You fell back on the floor, with a soft, indignant, “ah!”

Fred wondered if you were about to scold him for pushing you off like that, but all you did was smirk and say knowingly, “Trying to save your pride this time, Mr. Three Minutes?”

At this, Fred turned tomato red.

You burst out laughing. “See?” you said, pointing gleefully at him. “You can’t even deny it, can? Oh, poor Freddie – Ah! Fred!” You gasped as Fred suddenly came over, grabbed your arm, and yanked you up. He hurriedly pushed you up against the door. Then, he bit at your neck roughly as he growled, “I’ve had enough of you yapping away.”

Oh… Your eyes widened, and you felt your thighs shiver when you heard his deep, genuine growl. Still, you made your point known, as you protested, “I’m only saying what’s true!”

“Yeah, but it’s you who made me that way,” Fred huffed out. “It’s you who drives me fucking crazy. It’s you who… who…” His voice faded away as he abruptly realized that he was confessing to you.

Meanwhile, you had turned your head and were staring back at him with wide, curious eyes.

Fred blinked. What did I just say?

“Fred,” you whispered. “Is that the truth? Are you telling the truth?”

“I – No – Well - ” Defensive, Fred blurted out, “You know, instead of telling me off for thinking about pranks and pussy, maybe you should think more about boys and - ” Fred leaned forward and bit your ear, making you squirm against the door “ – mischief.”

“What does that even mean?” you said, annoyed. “That’s the dumbest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Well, no, that’s the dumbest thing anyone’s ever said ever.”

Meanwhile, Fred fumbled with the back of your skirt and thrust his hand into your panties, checking that you were still wet.

“Soaked,” he confirmed. “Fucking soaked through. You were just having fun with me, weren’t you? Tch.”

A small smile escaped you and you whispered, rather victoriously, “Well, shouldn’t I?”

Fred growled. At the same time, he impatiently pushed your skirt out of the way, tugged aside your panties, and pushed his aching cock into your tight little hole.

“Ah!” Your hands shot to the spot on the door directly in front of you. Pushing against that little spot, you arched your back, until your head fell back against Fred’s shoulder. Your sweet mouth was now open, letting out your arching cry as Fred finally stuffed you full in your wet cunt.

Fred growled into your ear, “You stupid prefect, it means you should think about me.” He reached over and yanked at your hair. “And only me. No more rules, no more expectations, no more acting stupidly ‘proper’ – just think about me, baby – taking you, being inside of you, making love to you. And think about the better course is to join me and help me with my pranks and to let loose your mischievous side, hm? I know how naughty you are, you little devil. I fucking know - ” he pushed into you so hard that your tummy and hips met the door for a moment, and you moaned lowly and shuddered against the door – “what a mischievous little minx you are. I mean, just fucking your little pussy and feeling how tightly you squeeze around me, like such a slut – I can tell you’re all bad inside.”

“Ah…” you breathed out as you felt your head being tugged back. “F-Fred… I do think about you…”

“Do you?” Fred whispered, softening slightly.

You smirked and finished, “…and how I’ll sabotage your next prank.”

Fred said, through gritted teeth, as he felt your pussy squeezing all over his cock, “Damn you. You just couldn’t let go today, could you? Huh? D’you know how long it took to get that niffler into the castle without Hagrid and Filch finding out?”

You whispered back, “No one told you to waste your time like – ah - that.” You closed your eyes and hummed, “Mmm… Yes, like that,” as you felt Fred’s cock sinking roughly into your pussy. You suddenly lifted your hips and bounced yourself lightly against Fred, clearly enjoying very much the position he’d put you in.

Fred sighed, both quite annoyed and yet endlessly pleased that you’d gone straight from berating him to voicing your pleasure at his being inside of you.

Only a second later, you reached back and impatiently tapped on Fred’s thigh. “Move.”

Irritated, Fred pushed back, “I’m trying to be nice to you. Let you adjust.”

“Don’t need it,” you said at once. “Move.” You wiggled your hips impatiently. “I said move.”

“Merlin, you’re bossy,” Fred said, annoyed. “Fine. You asked for it, now.” Grabbing your hips tightly, Fred thrust.

“A-Ah! Ah! F-Fred!” A burst of warmth blossomed deep in your tummy. Your eyes widened, and for a long moment, your toes curled in your sneakers.

Oh Godric, you moaned in your head. ‘S so deep, nngh…!

Fred groaned heavily and fell forward, pushing you up against the shelves. Unable to think straight, he leaned down and bit you hard on your shoulder.

“O-Ow, uhn, F-Fred, baby,” you muttered, feeling his teeth against your skin and also feeling your breasts and tummy sink into the wooden shelves.

“Uhn, fuck,” Fred breathed out. His hands fumbled all over your hips for a moment, before he managed to find your hands. Grasping your hands in his, he made you put your hands up on the shelves. Then, pinning you down like that, with his chest pressed snug against your back and his chin resting on your shoulder, Fred whispered, “You may have won the battle today, but I’ll win the war.”

Your breath caught – but you fought past it and whispered back, “I’ll never let you, Mr. Three Minutes.”

Fred slammed into you then and you cried out blissfully – “Ah!” and lost all sense of thought after that.

You vaguely remembered that when you started to cum, Fred disappeared from behind you. You let out a displeased cry, wanting him back at once and needing him to press his wonderfully warm body up against yours again. But then, you gasped as you realized that Fred had fallen to his knees and was now greedily pulling you to him. You grabbed at the shelves before you with your hands, but your feet had already slid back. Fred moaned loudly before he buried his face between your legs to lap up every bit of your cum, dripping sweetly from your flushed little pussy – and then to make you cum more.

You let out a long, low moan as you felt Fred’s tongue push greedily at your pussyhole – and then slip in. “Fred!” you breathed out loudly.

A muffled cry escaped Fred, as he was too busy tasting you and fucking you with his tongue to give much of a coherent reply.

When you came again, Fred pressed his face against you so deeply that he pushed your entire body forward, and you felt yourself sliding into the shelves.

“Fred!” you complained, but he wrapped his arms around both of your thighs and kept your anchored there.

At some point, Fred had gotten quite good at eating you out. In fact, he’d gotten much better at it than you would care to admit, and you suddenly found yourself at high risk for becoming the mindless, pathetic, whimpering puddle that you often teased Fred for becoming.

But I’m not Fred, you reminded yourself fiercely. I’m not as easily distracted, and I know how to hold onto my power and my dignity – ah! Ah, ah, ah!

You bit down hard on your lower lip to contain the feverish, wanton cries that were threatening to burst out of you as Fred, with his head buried between your legs, busily licked, kissed, sucked, and tongued your cunt to heaven.

Ohhh… you moaned in your head. I-I’m close – ah! – I’m so close… Ahhh…!

You tried to cum quietly, pressing your fist against your mouth, but it was difficult. Fred was treating you so good, like a proper queen, and whenever you came, instead of thinking it was over, Fred only seemed to be spurred on more, as he was determined to lap up every drop of your sweet cum. And whenever you pulled away be so much as an inch, to try to prolong the moment before cumming, Fred dragged you right back, sometimes pulling just your hips forward, but when you resisted at all, he pulled your entire body forward, shifting you, and he didn’t even seem to notice.

“Fred – This isn’t – I wanna – Let’s find a – a proper b-bed,” you moaned loudly, as fifteen minutes later, your elbows were rubbed raw as you kept shifting back and forth against the shelf that you were leaning over.

“Nuh,” was all Fred said, before he put his mouth back onto your pussy and at the same time, reached up to rub your clit with his slender, handsome fingers.

You cried out loudly – and your cries echoed slightly in that tiny, enclosed space. Your legs trembled all over and then, after a while, your feet began to slip over the stone floor because of how much you were shaking.

At one point, when you came, your legs buckled and your thighs bowed together. Fred had to shift back for a moment, and he whined as he realized he wouldn’t be able to have you cum on his mouth this time. But all you said was, “Shush, puppy, this is your fault, so you – you have to – to wait,” and he waited patiently for you to find your strength and open up your legs for him again.

As soon as you managed to split apart your shaking thighs away, Fred pushed his face back between your thighs. “Mine, mine, mine,” Fred growled, while biting and kissing you all over your thighs and tonguing your pussy roughly. “Mm, yes. You’re so pretty, baby. All wet and shaking…” He let out a furious, deep growl as he buried his head between your legs.

You let out a choked whimper and bowed your head to huff out heavy breaths.

And then, finally, when you were dizzy and blurry and shuddering from cumming so much, Fred stood up, grabbed your hips, and pushed his aching cock back into your aching hole – and you both gasped desperately, so terribly and wonderfully overwhelmed by how sensitive you’d made each other and how fucking much you still wanted each other.

“Nnghhh…” you bleated out tiredly.

“Baby - ” Fred began worriedly. His own voice was hoarse, as he started to say, “If you want to st - ”

But you snapped back at him, “D-Don’t you dare stop. I s-swear to Merlin, if you stop now, I will kill you, Fred Weasley.”

That was, of course, exactly what Fred wanted to hear. So, he thrust right back into you, ignoring his own burning muscles – and you moaned appropriately, taking into your pussy as much of Fred’s hard, needy cock as you possibly could. And you loved it, you fucking loved it, because it felt so good, yes, but also because it was Fred, and in your heart of hearts, you wanted and needed Fred to be as close to you as he could possibly be.

“F-Fred,” you huffed out.

“What?”

“D-D’you think it’s n-normal for two people to – ah – w-want each other so much?” you wondered aloud, even as you felt Fred’s cock pounding into you from behind and you knew you wanted more. “And a-all the time, too?”

Fred merely replied, in total honesty, “D-Don’t care, baby, I want you,” and kept going.

“But I r-really meant to give you d-detention tonight,” you stuttered out.

“You didn’t mean for this to happen?” Fred whispered hoarsely.

You shook your head.

“You didn’t mean to end up in a dusty wardrobe, with your neat shirt all ripped open, your thighs drenched with cum, and your little pussy getting fucked so hard it definitely belongs to me, your boyfriend?” Fred panted out, as he rutted into you.

You shook your head harder. "No, I even got up - ah - early to i-iron my shirt. It wasn't - I didn't think you'd r-ruin it like t-that."

"Well, you should have thought ahead, shouldn't you?" Fred said, rather meanly. "You know what happens to dictators and devils, don't you? They fall. They get their comeuppance."

"But I'm - I'm an angel," you murmured back.

"Mm, I don't think so," Fred said knowingly. "With the way your pussy gets all tight for me - no, I wouldn't ever call you an angel." He leaned over and bit your ear softly. He whispered lowly into your ear, "Hellcat" - and then he thrust into you.

"Ah!" you gasped.

"Bend over more on the shelf," Fred told you. He pushed his hands down against the arch of your back and said impatiently, "C'mon."

"Don't push, Fred," you said irritably. But even as you told him off, you dutifully leaned over, until you were nearly pressing your cheek against the shelf. In so doing, you naturally pushed your hips and pussy out slightly more.

Fred quickly grabbed your hips again and he pushed himself back into you. He groaned loudly as he felt his cock burrow deeper inside of you than before. Fuck, she's tight... Mm, she takes me so well, my girl, he moaned in his head. All tight and wet. And I'm gonna cum in her. Gonna fill her up with me. Yes... Yes, yes, yes!

Oh - oh - ohhh! Godric, he's so deep in me! you gasped in your head. A series of desperate moans fell from your lips, “Uhn… Uh… Uhn!”

Fred was now hitting you deeper and deeper, and he quickly lost himself in the utter ecstasy of pounding your sweet, warm, and tight pussy. He was holding your hips so tightly and, having pressed you up against the shelves, you had no place to go, and when Fred glanced down to see his broad hands covering your shapely hips and your shoulders shivering all over as you made every effort to hold yourself together as Fred fucked your cunt, it made his head spin with how much he wanted you.

Fred praised you breathlessly, “Mm, baby, has anyone ever told you that you look fucking perfect, taking my cock so well?”

To which you replied, irritatingly rationally, “N-No, why would anyone e-ever say that to – ah – me?”

“Well,” Fred scoffed, “they should.” And he proceeded to snap his hips forward, slamming his cock inside of you.

“Ahhh!” You moaned and arched your back – and Fred fell in love with you all over again, thinking that you looked absolutely stunning like that.

“There you go,” Fred whispered lowly. He ran his hands appreciatively all over you as he fucked you, and both of your cries became more and more hoarse and needy until –

“Uhn!”

“Mmmmm!”

Fred kissed you messily all over the back of your shoulders as he came inside of you, and you, still leaning forward onto the shelves, took it all like a champ – letting Fred lean on top of you and kiss you and at the same time, taking in every bit of his hot, white cum in your tired little pussy.

Then, Fred whispered, “Sign the form, baby. After all, you have made me work tonight. On my knees and everything…”

“W-What…?” you mumbled tiredly. Your entire body felt feverish, and your pussy was still pulsing, and you could feel Fred’s cum inside of you, filling you right up.

“Here.” You felt Fred push something into your hand. The next second, Fred pressed into you slightly, with his chest against your back, and his hand wrapped warmly around yours. You felt your hand move… You blinked your eyes open tiredly and looked to see that Fred was guiding you to sign your name on the detention form, confirming that he’d finished his detention duties.

Oh… No… you thought. I meant to hold onto this for much longer… It was my ‘call Fred in for the evening’ ticket. I didn’t want to let go of it so soon.

“Fred,” you bleated out. Only – snatch! Fred grabbed the paper out from under your hand and he stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

“Thanks, love,” he whispered. “But I’ll leave you a little ‘thank you’ gift in your pocket, all right? Open it when you can.”

“Hm?” As the buzzing slowly faded from your blushing body, you realized that Fred was fixing your clothes for you. As you watched, he took something out of his own jacket pocket and put it in yours.

Fred came over to you and helped you put on your shirt and jacket. When he helped you button up your shirt, you looked up at him. You weren’t sure what kind-of gaze you gave him, but Fred paused, leaned down, and kissed you again.

It was a long kiss, and surprisingly soft. You found yourself quite surprised at how Fred was suddenly taking his time with you, lavishing your mouth with soft, sweet kisses. His hands were at your waist, but he was holding you quite lightly. You could feel his palms grazing across your waist through your shirt… You slowly wrapped your arms around Fred’s shoulders and tilted your head slightly. Fred followed you well, still only kissing you gently, but pressing his lips to yours for a long, long time. At some point, the two of you began to breathe together, taking in air at the same time while keeping your mouths pressed together in a rather dreamy fashion.

Wow… Your head spun a little, not with how intense it was, but how intimate it was. You felt yourself getting dizzy all over again. Oh, but why…? What’s going on? Startled, your heart suddenly skipped a beat. You quickly stepped away from Fred, breaking the kiss.

Fred stood there, breathing quite heavily. He was thinking the same thing as you were: What the hell was that?

Um, it must just be the aftermath of such intense sex, you told yourself, as you quickly got dressed. But even then, you knew that that wasn’t true.

You quietly patted down your hair. “Should we – ahem – Should we go back?” you asked, trying to sound like your normal self.

“Yeah…” Fred’s voice was soft. His normally playful tone of voice had melted into a strangely patient tone. And even his tall, lanky stature seemed less arrogant, and rather quieter and more centered.

He suddenly seems... dependable. Like someone I can rely on, someone I can imagine being by my side, through thick and thin, for the rest of my – You swallowed hard, and you cut off your thoughts. No, what am I saying to myself? Godric, I can’t – I can’t seem to think straight.

All of a sudden, you blurted out (even though Fred wasn’t actually standing that close to you and wasn’t moving towards you in the slightest), “That’s enough, Fred! No more. Don’t be so pathetic.”

Fred blinked. “Huh?”

You said adamantly, “You’ve got your detention form signed, so let’s – let’s get out of here!”

You wrenched open the wardrobe door and left first.

“Hey, wait, I’ll walk you back,” Fred called after you.

But just then, you stuck your hand into the wardrobe and held up your index finger. “No! You stay there and count to one hundred before you come out of there. And next time – gum!”

Fred’s nose crinkled in total confusion. However, you were already gone, and Fred had to stay there, in that dark, musty wardrobe, and wait until you were gone. He didn’t count to one hundred, but he did think about you and by the time he was done musing over your blushing face and strange personality, it was much longer than one hundred seconds.

Reckon it could easily be a whole lifetime, Fred thought, as he finally opened the wardrobe door and stepped back out. But then, a satisfied smirk passed over his face as he realized, Well, I don’t know what the hell that was at the end, but I did get what I wanted from that. Not only did I get her to sign off on my detention form without me scraping off gum, but I wonder when’s she going to notice the other little tricks I played on her… We’ll see. The normal bounce in his step had fully returned by the time Fred left the classroom. He immediately slipped into a secret passageway, intending to meet George and Lee to steal back the niffler.

* * * * * * * * * *

You sat next to Kenneth at the dinner table.

Kenneth looked over at you. “Hello.”

You smiled pleasantly at him. “Hi, Ken.” You waited to see if he’d notice anything about you.

Kenneth only sipped his goblet of pumpkin juice.

You let out a quiet breath of relief.

But then, he said quietly, “You’re missing a button.”

You looked down – and sure enough, you could see a glimpse of your tummy due to a missing button. You quickly covered it with your hand.

“And your hair’s sticking up in the back.”

Ah! You dropped your plate and reached back over your shoulder. Fred yanked at it quite a bit today, didn’t he? you though, as you hurriedly patted down the back of your hair. He’s really bad at treating me nicely. Well, except for whatever that was at the end… When he fixed my clothes for me… And that soft kiss… Anyways.

You looked over at Kenneth and said, with a small smile, “Thanks.”

Kenneth shook his head and said something under his breath, but you didn’t quite catch it.

You started to ask him what he had said, when Kenneth held out a thick envelope to you. It was stamped with “Ministry of Magic – Official Invitation” on the front.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, Ken, it isn’t - ?”

Kenneth nodded. He held up a second, identical envelope. “Yes. I got mine, too. McGonagall left yours with me. She said you were busy supervising a detention and asked me to give – whoa!”

Kenneth started when you flung your arms around him and squeezed him in a hug. Then, you grabbed the envelope from his hand and eagerly ripped it open. “An interview! They want to interview us for possible Wizengamot internships!” You looked up at Kenneth and beamed. “We’ve got to do well! We can drill questions together and study the Wizengamot’s history, structure, and policies.”

A slow smile passed over Kenenth’s face. “Yeah,” he agreed, “that would be a smart thing to do. Let’s do that.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“It is kinda cute, isn’t it?” Lee was lying on the floor of his, Fred, and George’s dormitory, while dangling a piece of lettuce in front of the niffler they had managed to steal back. The niffler was decidedly uninterested. Instead, the niffler started sniffing at a small button on Fred’s desk. Fred, who was pulling out the draft order from for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes from his desk drawer, noticed.

“Oi, that isn’t yours. Paws off,” Fred muttered, shooing the niffler away.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too attached,” George cautioned. “You can’t keep it as a pet. Unless you come with Fred and me to start out shop in two months. What d’you say, Lee? You’ve helped us make all of our stuff, helped us test it, and helped us set up shop. Come with us, mate.”

At this, Lee groaned and turned over onto his back. “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. My mum would kill me.”

“So? Our mum’s going to kill us and then dig us back up just to Avada Kedavra us again,” George said knowingly. “Join the club.”

Fred looked over the order form. They were nearly finished with figuring out all of the pricing again. But when he made to flip over the form, he realized that he’d also accidentally pulled out the copy of their lease agreement.

Lee was still speaking. Now having picked up the niffler and put him on his stomach, Lee complained, “Yeah, but you’ve got siblings who’ve already done good by your parents. Me, I’m all by myself, so if I don’t do things right, my parents think the world’s coming to an end and they blame themselves and, it’s just… ugh! - “

Just then, Fred interrupted, “Hey, George.”

“What?”

“This lease… It starts in two months.”

“Yeah.”

“But what if we start the lease without starting out physical store?” George paused. “What d’you mean? It’d be stupid not to use it as soon as we can. It’s too expensive to justify using it as only a storage place. And it’s not like we can rely on staff to run it when we haven’t set anything up ourselves. I mean, let’s face it, if we don’t do well, we won’t be able to afford staff beyond us two - ”

“- And me - ” Lee interjected.

“Yeah, but you’re not joining for another two years,” George said.

Lee sighed, and the niffler, who had been unable to find anything shiny in the boys’ dormitory, sighed with him.

George looked back at Fred. “Don’t you want to open our store? I mean, it’s all we’ve been waiting for for over a year. I thought you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah, of course,” Fred replied. “I do want to get the hell out of here. And it’s the dream – to have our own store and actually start selling our products.”

George nodded. He came over and clapped a hand on Fred’s shoulder. “We’re so close, Fred. We’re really almost there.”

Fred grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

“Oi, Lee,” George called.

“What?”

“Stop moping around and help finish up the prices,” George said.

Fred, who was holding the order form, tossed it at Lee.

Lee sat up, grumbling, “Don’t order me about, when I’m the only one who can manage to figure out the prices.”

Fred was now holding just the lease agreement. He stared at it, and his grin faded slightly. He slowly put down the agreement and his eyes flickered over to the drawer where he’d just put away your button.

Behind him, Lee murmured thoughtlessly, “Hm… punching telescope. How much went into making that?”

“Not much for the actual construction,” George replied. “Just crossed the blueprint of the mechanisms of a regular ol’ jack-in-the-box with the blueprint of the shell of a telescope, and there you have it.”

“How much for creating the permanent ink?” Lee asked. “I assume a lot because it’s a novelty - ”

“Nope,” Fred said lightly. “Didn’t cost a thing.”

“Really?” Lee said, surprised. “How come?”

“Because,” Fred replied, “I know someone really, really smart.”

“Did you pay this person?” Lee asked seriously.

Fred thought about it. “I deposited a bit of payment into her pocket today… But it was more of a ‘thank you’ gift than anything else.”

Lee shrugged. “Okay, then, moving on.”

Fred smiled slyly to himself. Yeah, it’s a ‘thank you gift’ all right. In truth, Fred was now secretly waiting for you to come to him, in what he hoped would be a heightened state of fury.

All’s fair in love and war. Putting his feet up on the desk, Fred whistled lowly as he thought affectionately, And with my little hellcat, I’ve somehow managed to find both.

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