Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

10. Cupboards and Letters

A/N: I would just like to pop in here and say Happy New Year! 🥳 hopefully 2021 will be a bit more plesent. Again there is drinking in this chapter and too some, tension. Hope you enjoy! thank you for reading! 🥰

"Have fun" Ginny giggled before slamming the door.

Constance hissed, this was going to be some of the longest seven minutes in her life she tried to look around the cupboard and realised it was even fucking smaller then it seemed from the outside the two of them had to face each other because they couldn't move to the side, all the room was taken

"This is highly uncomfortable" Fred hummed, while trying to adjust himself.

"I'm going to kill that ginger devil" she snarled under her breath a she tried to manoeuvre her legs in a comfortable position.

Fred couldn't stand up straight because the ceiling was so fucking low so he had to lean his hand on the wall she was leaning against right beside her head, both of their legs where touching and her hip was almost meeting his, though he was taller, thank fucking god.

"Why was this room invited, it literally can't fit one person in it" she snarled looking up at him.

"Don't ask me I'm just thinking about how I can kill the piece of shit" He replied cocking his eyebrow.

"We could always snap her neck; it would be fast and not that messy" she suggested trying to shrug her shoulders as best as she could. He chuckled.

Then he was staring at her face, he cheek to be specific, she watched his brow furrow and his forehead crinkle.

"Your cheek" he said leaning in which was highly uncomfortable since he was literally in her face.

"What about it?" she asked, then she realised what her meant she quickly slapped her palm over her cheek. The glamour spell had worn off and was slowly revealing another lovely fucking slur carved into her cheek right at the bone. The glamour charms hardly worked for the scars, they mostly resisted and just absorbed it sometimes she would get lucky though, and luckily the one on her face wasn't strong enough to resist the glamour charm though it normally lasted for one too two hours not even that so she had to consistently redo the spell, and she must've forgotten. She'd also tried makeup, but everything just absorbed then reappeared after two seconds, it was shit.

Fred slowly started pealing her finger from her face to which she resisted, but unfortunately, he was stronger, she wasn't going to let him see anymore fucking scars not after she had opened up too much anyway.

So she tried to dip her head but that didn't work and before she new it Fred had yanked her chin upwards and was holding her other two hands together, it was an awkward position as she could see Fred was wobbling and could collide into her at any minute.

"I would appreciate it if you let go" she hissed trying to move her head but his grip on her jaw was firm.

"No" he said calmly tilting her head upwards to examine the words.

"Fuck you" she snarled.

She heard him mumble something and all of as sudden she felt tight bindings around her wrists, she tried to look down, but he was still holding her jaw as he moved her hair out of the way and brushed the scar with his fingers.

She shivered slightly as tingles went up and down her face, she liked the feeling but she sure as fuck would not be admitting that and would not let him be in dominance, it was her fucking body her face not his.