Quick Note!
I understand Minerva became headmaster, but for the sake of my story, Dumbledore is still alive, well, and the headmaster at Hogwarts. Having it this way would make things easier in the story plans I have laid out for the future! I apologize for any inconvenience or confusion I brought by not specifying.
Also, I described Aurora to fit my appearance, but I will be going back to get rid of any detailed descriptions of her, allowing you all to imagine her as you please! I don't want to be discriminative against any of you, so I'll leave Aurora McGonagall's appearance up to your imagination!
Have a lovely day, and enjoy the rest of the chapter:)
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Fred and Aurora's day ended well, and they went on to have three weeks of good days. Fred and George had found an apartment, and the move in plan was set for the end of the week. Aurora and Neville had sent letters back and forth about becoming a professor, and she even sent one out to the headmaster. Hermione and Aurora had stayed in touch so far, and Aurora filled her in on the current situation, which Hermione described as 'absolutely mad'.
Aurora found herself organizing her room, wanting everything to be in place once she left. She wasn't bringing much with her besides clothing and toiletries, since the decor was being bought from scratch, so her room looked as it did before.
Just as she's stacking her favorite books into a box, a knock sounded at her door, and she turned to see Molly standing in the doorway, her eyes scanning the organized furniture. Aurora shot her a soft smile before continuing to straighten up her desk, and she heard Molly come in, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"If only my other children were as tidy as you." She sighed, chuckling to herself. Aurora focused her attention on Mrs. Weasley, and saw her eyes have glossed over. She frowned slightly before walking over and pulling her into a hug, and Molly let the tears leave her eyes. Aurora gives her a tight squeeze before pulling away, her hands resting on Molly's shoulders in a comforting manner.
"I've watched you grow up, Aurora, ever since Minerva let you stay here in your youthful days. I've raised you as one of my own, and I hate to see you go." She says sadly, giving Aurora a sad smile, but her lip quivers.
"Molly, you've always been a mother to me, and a damn good one at that, and I love you to death. I'll visit all the time, you know I can't go without you for too long." Aurora reassures her in the best way she can, but deep inside, the both of them are still saddened at the move happening soon.
"It was hard enough when Bill left, and then Charlie, but now three at once?" She whispers in an exasperated tone, scoffing with a smile to let Aurora know she's still her usual, joking self.
"Good thing it's three worst ones, who've always brought the most trouble." She replies, winking at Mrs. Weasley, who laughs heartily.
"The three who have always kept me on my toes," Molly says happily, sighing to herself, "You always kept me young." She said, and Aurora gives her a happy smile, loving the happy memories that Molly holds near and dear in her heart—the kind of memories one strives to leave behind.
"Molly, I don't believe you'll ever turn a day over thirty, even if we are out of the house," She chuckles, walking to her wardrobe to neatly fold the clothes she won't be wearing until after the move, "If anything, the decreased stress will do wonders on you." She says, and Molly laughs, nodding her head.
"Oh, Aurora, you've always had just the right thing to say." She sighed, returning to her somber tone.
"I did, after all, learn from the best." Aurora responds, giving Molly a reassuring smile.
She hears Molly stand up from the bed, and puts down her folded shirt just as Molly took her in to another tight hug, this time, no tears fell. Instead, Molly had a feeling of pride. She was proud of her children growing and maturing to the level that they're now ready to set out on their own. Though the sadness was definitely still evident, it was a second hand emotion to the happiness she felt for her three.
"Don't tell the twins I told you this, but," She said, pulling away and lowering her volume to a whisper, "I wasn't nearly as emotional when speaking to them as I am with you." She said, and Aurora laughed, covering her mouth.
"Mrs. Weasley, I cannot believe you!" She exclaims sarcastically, and Molly rolls her eyes, a big smile on her face.
"We tried for so many years to have a daughter, and you were like my first, and Ginny was my first true daughter, but you hold just as much importance to me. Yes, I love the twins more than I love life, but Arthur and I both know it's you and Ginny, I favor." She said, winking, and Aurora smiles at her, shaking her head slightly.
"It'll be our little secret." Aurora whispers, pretending to zip her lips and toss the key aside.
"Brilliant," She says, squeezing Aurora's shoulders gently, "I'll let you finish up in here, maybe you can help George and Fred when you're done, their room is...unique." She says, scrunching her nose, and Aurora chuckles quietly, nodding her head.
Molly walks back to the door, gives Aurora a curt nod, before walking back into the hallway, her footsteps trailing down the stairs. Aurora glanced around the room, everything looking neat and tidy.
Folding her clothes could always come later, since they aren't leaving for a few days. Aurora pulled out a sweet smelling candle that Charlie had brought home a while ago, muttered a quiet incendio to light it, before walking out of her room, going to Fred's.
Smell was a big thing for her; she preferred things that had a nice smell. Her room always had a specific scent, and it was always good. Fred had a lovely smell, quite possibly one of her favorites.
But one thing's for certain, his room did not.
To be fair, he shared it with someone, and they were both men, so it's not such a big shock. Aurora knocked gently on the door, and George opened it, letting her come in to see the mess of boxes and clothes strewn about.
"I thought we weren't bringing decorations, what's with the boxes?" She asks, and Fred looks over at her, smiling as he attempted to fold a large sweater.
"That's triple W things, we can't exactly go without them." He replies, eventually crumpling the sweater and tossing it into a bag with other presumably folded sweaters. Aurora shakes her head, walking over to the bag and taking it from his hands, dumping the contents onto the bed.
"Aurora! I just folded those!" Fred said, exasperated, and George laughs on the other side of the room.
"You stuffed them into a bag, Fred. I'll fold the clothes, you need to straighten up everything in here." She says, and Fred groans, making George laugh even harder.
"I don't know why you're laughing, George, I'll be folding yours, as well, while you clean." She says, and the smile on George's face drops, Fred picking it up and laughing at him. The twins stood around for a bit, while Aurora neatly folded Fred's sweaters and jumpers, before huffing and going to straighten up their room, which seems as if it hasn't been organized in years.
It didn't take long for Aurora to fold Fred's clothing, since he didn't have many items that he didn't wear often, so the others needed to be cleaned first. She walked over to George's bed and begins folding his laundry, noticing a difference in scent.
As twins, most people don't expect obvious differences, but the separations between Fred and George were obvious to Aurora. Fred had a warm, comforting, familiar scent, and George had a fresh, charming, and bright scent. Though the two had obvious differences, the way they both complained about tidying up their room was identical.
"How clean do you want this to be?" Asks Fred, frowning.
"We won't even be living here, I don't see why it matters." Groans George, and Aurora rolls her eyes.
"Make it as clean as a guest room would have to be." She says, and George scoffs, tossing some trash that had accumulated on his night stand.
"It's not going to be a guest room, I don't see the point," Exclaims Fred, making his bed, "I'm the only one that'll sleep in this bed! Mum won't have guests sleeping in our beds!" He says, fluffing his pillow in an aggressive fashion.
"You're such a baby." Aurora mutters, making George laugh.
"Well, you're such an ass." Mumbles Fred in return, making Aurora chuckle as he only proves her point.
"Oh hush, finish cleaning so you won't have to do it later." She says, neatly packing George's folded clothing into a box, setting it aside with the rest of his packed boxes.
She sat on Fred's bed, watching the two of them straighten up the area. Even in the most average moments, Aurora couldn't help but notice the way Fred's back muscles flexed as he bent over, and the way his biceps looked in the shirt he wore.
She watched as he finished cleaning, his room looking far better than it previously did. The boxes were still stacked in the corner, but once they got those out, it would be lovely.
"Anything else?" Asks an annoyed George, and Aurora looks around for a moment.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and running to her room, leaving the two boys in confusion. She grabbed one of her favorite candles from her room and brought it back down, lighting it and placing it on Fred's nightstand.
"Now it's perfect." She says happily, and Fred couldn't help but smile at the girl, even if she did make him clean every now and then.
"I'm glad we could impress, darling." Says Fred quietly, pulling Aurora in for a hug. George takes this as the time to leave, and slips out the door silently, closing it behind him.
"I'm gonna miss this room." Says Fred, looking around, and Aurora giggles quietly.
"Fred, we're going to come back to visit, we aren't pulling a Charlie." She says, and Fred laughs, remembering his mother's face when Charlie told her he would be going to Romania.
"I know that, but it still feels odd to leave it behind after spending so much time in here." He sighs, and Aurora goes up on her toes, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
"We could always make the best of the time left, if you'd like." She said lowly, and Fred's eyes widened. She smirked at him as she pulled out her wand to cast the silencing charm, placing it down on the night stand.
"That sounds like a brilliant idea, to me." Fred responds, slipping his shirt over his head with one arm. His hands cup both sides of Aurora's face, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
Aurora moved her arms to the him of her shirt, breaking away only to pull it over her head. Fred took the moment to cast a locking charm on the door before setting his own wand down next to hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and backed up to his bed, sitting down so she could straddle his waist.
Fred placed his hands on her ass, squeezing while their tongues fought for dominance. Aurora absentmindedly rocked her hips, making the bulge in his pants grow harder. He groans into her lips, bringing his hand down hard on her ass, and a moan slips from Aurora's lips.
Fred pulls away before flipping over, laying Aurora on her back while he stood in between her legs. He grabs the waist of her pants and slips them down, leaving her in only her undergarments. Fred's eyes hungrily look over her body, and he wasted no time before taking them off, leaving her bare and exposed.
"You're beautiful." He breathes out, making Aurora blush.
"Thank you." She responds quietly, his intense stare making her nervous. His eyes fall between her legs, and he gets down on his knees, hugging her thighs to keep them open.
He doesn't give Aurora a warning before swiping his tongue up her center, swirling it around her clit. Aurora's back arches at the pleasure she feels, soft moans leaving her lips. Fred normally fingers her while pleasuring her with his tongue, but both him and Aurora knew that he could bring her over the edge with just his mouth, and she loved that about him.
"Fuck, Fred." She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. He releases one of her thighs and brings his thumb to her sweet spot, rubbing where his tongue previously was. His tongue dips into her core, and she lets out loud moans as he fucks her with his mouth.
He quickens his pace until he feels Aurora's thighs clench around him, and he pulls his head away, replacing it with his fingers. He curls his fingers as he pumps into her, and the combination of him licking her clit drives Aurora wild.
Heat spreads through her face as she feels her high approaching, and she squeezes her eyes shut. The constant stimulation on her sweet spot sent shocks of electricity through her body, and a warmth began to spread throughout her thighs.
"Fred, I-I'm close, please-" She begged, and he pulled his head away, looking up at her from in between her legs. The way her chest rose and fell due to her heavy breathing, the way she threw her head back against the bed, and the way her back arched so perfectly.
Just as her orgasm was about to wash over her, Fred pulled his fingers out from in between her legs, earning a disappointed moan from Aurora. She looked down at him and watched as he sucked on his fingers, which were previously inside of Aurora, and saw his eyes full of lust.
"Spread your legs, pretty girl." He said lowly, taking off his trousers and boxers. Aurora licked her lips as she saw his boner, the tip wet with the early remnants of his cum. Aurora did as she was told and opened her thighs wider.
Fred swiped his tip up her center, brushing over her clit and drawing quiet moans from Aurora's lips. He grabbed her legs and placed them over his shoulders, giving him a better angle, before looking deep into her eyes.
"I want to see your face as I fuck you." He commanded, slipping inside of her. Her mouth fell open at the pain from his size, and her eyes rolled backwards.
Fred kept a slow pace, but fully inserted himself with each thrust, hitting Aurora's g spot. She gripped the blanket under her, letting out a loud moan with every thrust.
"F-Faster." She moaned, and Fred smirked down at her before wrapping his arms around her thighs, quickening his pace. He slammed into her with each thrust, using her legs to get a better angle, and Aurora screamed out in pleasure.
She felt her high begin to build up, the familiar heat rising in her stomach, and she couldn't help the trembles that went through her legs at the stimulation. Fred noticed her state, and released one of her legs, being his hand to her clit and rubbing her sweet spot, causing Aurora to moan loudly.
"You don't finish until I say you can." He warned, rubbing her clit faster. Aurora whined as she felt her orgasm heighten, and she knew she couldn't hold it in for longer.
Fred's repetitive thrusts hit her in just the right place, and he looked down at Aurora while groaning, feeling his own high near. One of Aurora's hand came to her breast, and she rubbed her thumb over her nipple, desperate for relief.
"P-Please, Fred." She moaned out, creases in her forehead forming from her internal struggle. He felt Aurora's walls clench around him, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.
"Tell me what you want, Aurora." He groaned out, making Aurora look up at him with pleading eyes.
"Please let me cum." She moaned, and her begs made Fred's eyes darken, his thumb rubbing her clit faster.
"Cum for me, darling." He moaned out, and his tone of voice sent Aurora over the edge.
Her orgasm came crashing over her, intense waves of pleasure racking through her body. Her legs shook as she felt her release, and her eyes squeezed shut while she screamed out, her breathing becoming heavy. Fred continued to slowly pump into her through her high, and pulled out when she was finished.
He got down on his knees in front of her, placing her legs back on the bed. Fred licked a strip up her core, cleaning up the mess from her release, and the feeling of his tongue brushing over her sensitive area made Aurora whine at the overstimulation she felt, her legs naturally shutting on their own.
"Good girl." He groaned, backing away from her. Aurora's heavy eyes opened to see him pumping his hand on his cock, his head tossed back and his eyes squeezed shut. It dawned on Aurora that he hadn't finished when she did, so she got off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, ignoring the soreness already prominent in her core.
Without saying a word, Aurora placed a gentle hand on his thigh, and he opened his eyes to look down at her, and watched as she took him in her mouth, letting him hit the back of her throat with his full length. She bobbed her head, her hand coming up to cup his balls while she licked strips up his length, focusing her attention on his tip.
She feels him twitch in her mouth, and she sucks harder, making him groan loudly. His hands tangle themselves in her hair, and he can't help but roll his hips slightly, needing to feel his release.
Aurora backs her head away, replacing it with her other hand as she pumps quickly, looking up at the boy. His eyes squeezed shut and he runs a hand through his hair, groaning loudly. His breathing picks up, and the muscles in his thighs flex, showing that his orgasm is close.
"Cum for me, darling." She moans, repeating his previous command for her. She replaces her hand with her mouth, and he finishes deep in her throat. Aurora bobs her head until he's done, and pulls away, swallowing his remands and licking her lips.
She stands up with wobbly legs, and Fred wraps his protective arms around her, pulling her in for a kiss. She kisses him back passionately, with her arms wrapped around his neck, before pulling away, nearly falling onto the bed behind her.
"Tired, sweetheart?" He asks, and Aurora nods her head, a small smile coming to her lips.
He pulled back the blanket to his bed, and the two of them crawl under, the warmth soothing their exposed skin. Aurora could still feel her heartbeat between her legs, and her eyelids grew heavy once more.
Fred pulled her onto his chest, and she let out a happy sigh as his heartbeat filled her ears. He rubbed her back slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure. Aurora let her hands rest in Fred's hair, gently scratching his scalp, and his eyes fell closed at the blissful feeling.
"Rest well, princess, you deserve it." He says quietly, making a smile form on Aurora's lips.
"Rest well, handsome, you deserve it." She repeats, looking up at him to see a faint blush come to his cheeks.
The two laid together, the warmth from their bodies radiating off of each other, engulfing them in a sense of safety and serenity, and sleep eventually overcame them.