Mature themes.
Y/N's pov:
The next morning, I awoke with Fred's head on my stomach, and possibly the worlds worst headache. I was physically exhausted, and just couldn't be bothered to move. I groaned, and stretched my arms out above my head. The events from yesterday rushed through my head, and I only hoped that our relationship wouldn't be any different, or awkward. We had literally, been closer than we ever had done before last night, and I hoped it would bring us closer even more now, emotionally.
Fred groaned and lifted his head, his eyes fluttering open, as he looked up at me. I noticed that he had changed me into one of his shirts, in which I was extremely grateful for.
"Morning sleeping beauty." I whispered, stroking the back of his ginger hair.
"But your the princess." He whispered, and I actually became shocked that he knew the story.
"You've read that?" I asked, and he tilted his head up to look at me, his face turning red in embarrassment.
"I stole your book." He mumbled, putting his head on my chest. I laughed and continued to stroke through his hair, but became alarmed when the door suddenly flew open.
"Good Morni........ oh." Came the singsong voice of every morning, followed by the realisation kicking in.
"What do you want George?" Fred grumbled into my chest, not even bothering to look up.
"Why, it's morning of course, time to get up." George said, too happy for a morning completely.
"Piss off I'm comfy." Fred mumbled.
"I bet you are mate." George said, looking at the position in which Fred's head lie.
"What?" Asked Fred, confused as to what he meant.
"Open your eyes mate." George laughed, and I scoffed.
Fred did so, and shrugged his shoulders, pulling his head from my chest and looking at George, "After last night...ow" He couldn't even finish his sentence, due to the fact that I had already hit him around the head with the nearest pillow. George broke down into laughter, using the door frame for support. When he finally recovered he made eye contact with Fred, and pointed accused fingers at the both of us, "You too."
"NO! We didn't." I cut them off, lying, and Fred tried so hard to hide his smirk. George knew his brother too well, and could read him like a book, so started chanting 'Y/N AND FRED FUC...'
He too was cut off by my dead eyes, "George we didn't." I tried to lie.
"Yep sure." He said, "I believe you, now I'll go downstairs and tell everyone you didn't shag my brother." He began to leave the room, in which I pushed Fred off of me and leapt out of bedding, doing my best to run after him, only for a throbbing pain to appear through my thighs and hips, landing me on the floor.
The two boys erupted into laughter at my state, and it took a minute or so for Fred to pick me up off of the floor, and put me back onto the bed. I scowled and Georges laughing, Fred hiding his as he knew better than to get on my bad side. But I could tell by George's face, that when Fred turned his back to me, that he had a proud face.
"Jeez Fred. What did you do to the poor girl. She looks like she's fallen down the stairs." George said, raising his hand to high five Fred. Fred high fived him, but then saw my pissed expression of embarrassment and quickly dropped his hand.
George came and sat next to me on the bed, patting my head as if to say 'sorry' and then the questions began. He blocked Fred out, by using a pillow between us both, and started to whisper, "So? Was it good?"
I instantly smacked him on the top of the head, which caused him to laugh, only to see the other ginger twin, having appeared at the other side of me, practically laying on me, "very good." He whispered.
I did the same to Fred, hitting him on the top of the head, which caused them both to laugh, and jump up. Fred pushed George out of the door, muttering something I couldn't quite hear, but I managed to catch the laughter that came from his twin. Fred closed the door before making his way to sit next to me. He carefully hugged me, and buried his head on my neck, "I told you you'd be sore." He laughed, to which I only groaned, "It was worth it though, right?" He asked, and a sound of worry came from his voice.
I turned over to where I was facing him, "It was perfect Freddie." I said, "But your right. I am sore, and I'm praying that George decides to keep this between us."
Fred scratched the back of his neck, and I instantly knew that he had done something, "Yeah........ about that"
"What have you done." I said.
"Well, with you bleeding yesterday, I wanted to make sure that it was normal, so I kind of, asked my mum." He admitted.
I sighed, but saw his way of viewing the situation, and felt both happy and loved to know that the reason behind Fred doing that, was because he cared about me.
"It's alright." I said when he had a guilty look on his face. With those two words it suddenly turned into a smile.
"Here, you need to do that spell, and you need to take this medicine." He reached over to the bedside table, and pulled out a small blue bottle. He saw that I was looking a little unsure about taking it, "Mum said it's to relieve the pain. Your legs will hurt all day though, so I might be carrying you." He laughed.
I took the medicine he offered me, and instructed him to go and fine Hermione, in hope that her great reading skills would come in handy, "I'll be back in ten then." He said, and kissed my lips before walking out the door.
Hardly even a minute later, a panicked Hermione entered the room, taking a seat at the side of my bed. "Y/N...... Oh no! Are you alright. Fred said that something was wrong."
"Mione. Everthing's fine." I said, and she looked at me confused, "Do you.. erm. By any chance, know the morning after spell?"
With these words, Hermione let out a squeal, and her eyes went wide. She fell onto the bed, with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning, and jumped over to hug me. "Oh my gosh! Your first time. You've grown up! I remember when you, me and Ginny were all talking about boys like it was yesterday."
"Wow Hermione, you make me feel old." I laughed.
Suddenly the door opened once again to see a crowd of people at the door, Fred the one to be leading the crowd. He looked relieved to see that I was alright. To my greatest horror, he was followed by Ron, George, and lastly, my dad. George had to hold back a laugh, knowing that somehow I would have to address the awkward situation. Fred looked horrified, and both my dad and Ron had looks of concern. Hermione sent me an apologetic look, which I returned with a small smile before pulling the covers over my head. I mean, how great is it to have three other boys enter your room the morning after, two being your boyfriends brothers, and the other your dad.
"Sorry about that." Hermione said, "Just got a little scared that Y/N was feeling a little under the weather."
Under the covers, I mentally cursed at Hermione, being so stupid to think that my dad would fall for that. But thankful for the efforts. I suddenly felt the bed sink around me, and the covers were pulled from my head. Around me, sat my dad to the bottom. Ron and George standing over me, grins on their faces, Hermione who looked worse than me, and finally Fred who was hugging me, but looked paler than Hermione.
Dad felt my head, as if feeling for a temperature, "You don't feel warm. Maybe we should get a healer in?". I instantly started to panic, and I could tell by the look in Fred's eyes, that he was to. If dad was to find out, he'd possibly forgive me, but murder Fred.
"No, I'm fine dad. I'm feeling much better." I said, sitting up straighter, so that I was at his eye level. Fred stroked my back, like people often do when your unwell, which made me turn around and glare at him.
"Alright, but I'll send Molly up, she knows more about this than me." Dad said, and before I had managed to get a word in, he was running down the stairs shouting for Molly. The boys had begun to laugh, and Hermione was panicking.
"Mione, it's alright. Molly will do it, as awkward as that'll be." Hermione nodded and left the room to get some breakfast. I turned my attention to the other two guests that were not welcome, "Are you going to get out?"
"No, I thought it would be funny, when Mum finds out." George said, which caused Fred to smack him.
"Molly already knows, thanks to someone." I said, looking at Fred.
"Hey, you were bleeding, I needed to ask." He put his hands up in surrender.
I literally face palmed, and noticed Ron and George's look of concern, and really wish that I hadn't had mentioned it, "Fred, this is what I'm talking about. Now you've told your two brothers as well." George and Ron still looked freaked out, "Look, it's supposed to happen alright. There's nothing wrong with me, it just happens sometimes."
"Come on then boys, out." I don't know if you would consider it luck or not, but Molly appeared at the door, shooing the two of them out. Who left, still a little concerned.
Fred sat on the bed next to me, curling up, and closing his eyes. Great, leave me to deal with Molly.
"Well." Started Molly, taking a seat on the bed, "Your dad sent me up, but I'm going to guess that your absolutely fine, and just need help with the morning after spell?"
I rubbed the back of my head, "Yeah, please."
She nodded and got her wand out of her pocket, "Right, sit up a bit for me. And Fred, for heavens sake, open your eyes and watch how to do it for next time."
Fred shot up, and was blushing madly at the awkward situation, Molly continued, "Come on, it's normal, nothing to be embarrassed about. And it's better to be safe."
She pointed her wand directly at my stomach, whispering a charm. "All done."
"Thanks Molly." I said, and Fred nodded.
"Now come on you too, breakfasts ready." And with that, she too excited the room.
I looked at Fred, who was trying not to laugh, "Come on, you've got to help me down the stairs."
He laughed and walked around to my side of the bed, bending down and allowing me to jump on his back.
I pointed a finger in front of his face, and rested my head on his shoulder, "ONWARD!"
And so he did, he walked down the many stairs, not even complaining about having me on his back, and entered the kitchen.
The rows of heads seemed to turn to us, and basically most of the children exchanged known looks, and a few sniggers were made. Ginny looked absolutely disgusted, but luckily managed to hide it quite well. Fred sat down next to me, in the other open seat, and as the silence filled the air, my dad was the first to speak, "Feeling better Y/N?"
Many laughs were heard, not so discrete, "I, yes dad, I'm fine, thank you."
He nodded, but his gaze lasted on Fred a little too long, which made Fred quickly revert his attention to his breakfast, much to George's amusement.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when Fred placed his hand on my thigh. Memories from the night before came rushing back, and it only made me panic more when he started drawing small circles on my leg. He obviously thought it was very funny to tease me, and due to the look on George's face, from across the table, he had somehow seemed to notice what was going on, almost instantly. I quickly smacked his hand a way, and when no one was looking, I took it as my chance to lean over and whisper in his ear, "Don't start something you can't finish."
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Hey everyone. Sorry about this chapter, but I thought it would be funny if it was very chaotic, which I'm quite sure it was.
Anyway, hope you like this chapter.
And for those of you reading the Draco story, the next part will be coming out at some point today.
Thanks!!!