YOU MAKE MY HEART SHAKE, BEND, AND BREAK BUT I CAN'T TURN AWAY!
aurora "rory" archer was a powerhouse. well, sort of. she was a fierce friend with a heart of gold and a love of music. she was also awkward, bad at potions, and... fatherless. her frie...
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FRED LOOSENED HIS BODY and the girls let go as Harry and George left the pitch silently. Fred didn't say and word and marched towards the locker room. Rory groaned and followed him as Angelina and Katie stayed behind to talk to Madam Hooch about what had happened.
"Fred!" Rory shouted, walking slightly behind the boy. She entered the locker room which was once again only occupied by the two of them. It seemed Ron had left rather quickly, not wanting to talk to anyone out of disappointment.
"Fred Weasley!" She snapped, he turned to face her, his chest rising visibly from the heaviness of his breath.
Katie and Angelina entered, and Fred shot Rory a look that said, "We'll talk later." She nodded and began undressing. It seemed Katie and Angelina could read the room, and they left the changing area rather quickly.
Fred sat down on the bench in the middle of the room and Rory sat next to him.
"Fred. Talk to me." She said quietly, placing a hand on his leg.
He nodded and took a slow, deep, breath, "I'm not really in the mood to talk. Not right now."
She leaned in closer and could nearly hear his heartbeat against his chest. Her hand that wasn't on his leg, found it's way to his hand, she intertwined her fingers with his and she placed a soft kiss on his lips.
He kissed back with a bit more force, his heart still beating ferociously. Rory loosened her frame and matched the passion of his kisses which moved from her lips to her cheek to her neck then back to her lips.
She went along with it, and nearly forgot what had just happened moments prior as his hands graciously explored her body, one of them finding it's way gently placed around her neck. Kissing Fred always made her feel good. He was always so focused on Rory. Every little thing he did, he did for her. Ever since they'd began dating, Rory often found them exchanging passionate kisses when no one was around.
The girl really didn't mind. She always saw herself as very innocent. The thought of anything like she was doing used to terrify her, that was until she started dating Fred. He went out of his way to make sure she was comfortable with anything and everything they did. She felt safer in his embrace than she did anywhere on earth.
But she knew it wasn't right, as much as she enjoyed it, she knew he was better off talking through his anger than taking it out on Rory, even if it was in the best and most... polite way. Although his kiss often made her forget her own name, she suddenly remembered where they were.
"Fred," she said lazily against his lips, "Fred. We should continue this later. Back at the castle? We should be there when Harry and George get back from McGonnagal's."
The boy pulled away and sighed, "Yeah, alright."
She smiled, nodded, and began tossing her uniform into her bag. Fred seemed in a much better mood, however as they got back to the castle, they soon discovered that would not last.
