Fireflies | | Fred Weasley

•Part nineteen

You collapsed flat onto your body, Fred's big body climbing on top of you as he massively deepened the kiss. Your hands were in his hair, pulling his long strands and feeling giddy when he grunted softly.

It was as if something had taken over Fred, because you had never seen him act this way over anything, or anyone.

His lips fell away from yours, and you were aching for him to kiss you again. That was until his lips came into contact with your neck, softy and slowly kissing his way down your neck until he reached your collarbone.

The feeling of his lips against the soft skin of your neck, it made you feel better than you ever had done before. You had idea what this feeling was, but you were seeing stars, and never wanted it to end.

"Fred." You breathed out, moaning in his ear as he kissed your collarbone.

You didn't mean to moan his name, but it just slipped out, and you didn't regret it.

At least, not until Fred's body stiffened and he stopped kissing your neck. His head lifted and he looked at the position the two of you were in, with you pinned down on the bed underneath him.

You saw in his eyes that he regretted doing this, which just made you feel horrible for even putting him in this situation.

"Fred, I-" you went to apologise, but he got off of you and spoke in turn for you.

"You're a natural, Stevenson." Fred said, not looking at you. "You really didn't need my help with that. You're gonna knock Diggory off his broomstick tomorrow."

You got up from your bed, straightening out your skirt and running your hands through your messy hair. You took a step closer to your best friend, only for him to take one away from you, his back hitting the door.

"Fred, can we talk?" You asked him.

"There's nothing to talk about." Fred told you. "You're a natural; a good kisser. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, Lucille, and I'm-"

"Taken advantage of me?" You scoffed at how ridiculous he sounded. "Are you even hearing yourself right now, Fred?"

"Lucille, I have to go." Fred said, finally looking into your eyes.

He looked like he was in some sort of pain, but you couldn't make out if it was mental or physical. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were coated with regret, he just looked like he never wanted to speak to you again.

"Fred, just stay." You pleased. "We can talk about this, it doesn't have to be-"

"I'm sorry, Lucille." Fred said, turning around and opening the door. "Good night."

And, with that, he left.

Closing the door behind himself, Fred left you alone in your dormitory.

You didn't know what to do. You wanted to open the door and run after your best friend so that you could properly talk about what just happened, but you also wanted to dig a hole in the ground and die in there because of how embarrassed you were.

You didn't do either one, but you did stay in your dormitory, resisting the insane urge to run after Fred Weasley.

You sunk onto the floor, leaning against your bed frame with your knees up to your chest, and your arms wrapped around them. You sunk your head down to rest in between your knees, sitting there and just thinking about what happened.

Fred and you kissed.

You did more than just kiss.

You and your best friend were making out, pretty heavily. That was the very first time you had ever been that intimate with someone, and Fred was that someone.

It was crazy for you to even think about, but you wanted it to happen again...

You ended up falling asleep on the floor of your dormitory, having pulled a blanket off of your bed and wrapping around you.

Thinking you would have a dreamless sleep, you didn't. If anything, you thought you would have dreamt about Cedric Diggory, and what may happen at the party, but you were wrong.

You fell asleep dreaming about your closest and best friend, Fred Weasley, knowing that it was wrong to be dreaming of him. The dream wasn't totally innocent, it was more just like you were reliving what happened with Fred in your dorm.

In your dream, his lips were glued to yours and you couldn't help but long for more of his touch. It was like the two of you were so close to each other, but you couldn't get any closer to him, even though you wanted to.

The dream was the best you had in a while, but you knew that the good feeling it gave you would leave as soon as you awoke. You knew that you would never be able to do that again, at least not with Fred.

You hated how he acted after the two of you kissed like that.

But, even worse, you despised yourself for ever putting him in that situation.

You hated yourself for being a such bad friend to your best friend.

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