𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄- 𝖥. 𝖶𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒

(12)

We continued eating, having small talks about everything and nothing. I felt Fred's hand go on my thigh again. His hand went further up then before, "I know you want me. You act like you hate me but I know you don't?" he whispered in my ear.

"Dessert anyone?" Molly asked, getting up from the table, walking over to the oven where she put the desserts from earlier.

Fred kept his hand on my thigh, I was scared Molly could look down and see what's happening any second now.

Watching as Molly gave everyone dessert, Fred moved his finger closer to my underwear. I nudged his arm with my elbow, wanting him to stop. I felt tingling between my thighs, im not supposed to feel this way.

I looked over at him, he looked at me, our eyes meeting. No one seemed to notice as they were having their own conversations.

"You okay?" Ron asked, looking worried. I nodded, barely being able to speak as soon as Fred rubbed his finger up my underwear.

I collected enough breath to answer his question. "Yes," I spoke, feeling Fred's fingers rub me again. "I'm okay." I sort of struggled to speak. He rubbed my slit a few more times, leaning down to my ear. "You hate me but you're so wet for me."

"Fred," I whispered, he knew what was happening so he made a decision quickly. He pulled his hand away , sitting up and eating a piece of his cheesecake.

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Everyone finished eating, and began cleaning up the table. Me, Hermione, and Ginny were currently in Ginny's room playing cards. As always, Hermione was winning by no surprise. "Who wants to do our nails?" Ginny asked, looking at me.

"Why you both looking at me?" I asked, cleaning up all the cards and putting them back in the box. "You're the best out of us at doing nails." Hermione said, and she's not lying. Hermione was the one who grew up in the muggle world and she knew about the same amount of info about acrylic nails as I do.

"and the one who has the nail kit and grew up practicing doing nails." Hermione added, watching as I got out my nail kit and stuff. I shrugged my shoulders, "I mean if you had to sit in the back of Olivanders all day while he sells wands you would too." I said in defense as I began picking out what color I wanted, as did Ginny and Hermione.

I wasn't a beginner at acrylics, The books from the Muggle world are how I learned how to get so good. Growing up with Olivander, I had nothing else to do except sit in the back of the shop and practice doing nails while he sold wands.

Before I could begin we heard a voice speak from downstairs. "Children gather 'round." we heard Molly say, we all looked at each other and stood up.

Ginny walked out the room and started walking downstairs, then Hermione. I turn around, looking in the room to make sure I put away all the cards.

Behind me I heard Ron and Hermione argue about who went down next, as did Fred and George. George ended up going downstairs first.

I closed the door, turning and and bumping into Fred. It was just me and him in the hallway, totally not awkward. "Ember" he smirked, walking closer to me.

I walked backwards, backing into Ginny's bedroom door. "Yes?" I asked, looking up at him with a slight attitude.

He ran his tongue in his cheek he looked annoyed. I mean, he's not an ugly man he's sort of attractive. But we both hate each other and it'll always be like that. "Still trying to act like you hate me?" he snaked his hands around my waist slowly.

"I believe I asked you a question darling." he brought one of his hands to my cheek. I looked down at his feet, wondering how long it would take for him to realize I don't want him.