Don't fall in love with me- Fred weasley

15

"Please tell me you have chocolate," I grumble, collapsing onto the sofa in my dads office. He doesn't look up from the paper he's grading but his hand pulls his drawer open, pulling a ridiculously expensive box of chocolates out and shoving them across the desk so I can reach them.

"These are fancy. Oo, and french, who are they from?" I question, pushing myself up onto my elbows to take a few.

"Your father. He's there on business,"

"Didn't tell me or send me chocolates. Arse," I grumble

"Yes, well apparently you still haven't written back to his letter from a week and a half ago,"

"Did you tell him I'm ridiculously busy?"

"I did. His exact words were yeah well she best be dead if she thinks she can ignore my letters,"

"He's dramatic,"

"So are you," dad smiles, finally scribbling a comment onto the bottom of the essay before looking up at me. "How you feeling? Big match today," he grins

"Good. It'll be weird playing against slytherin,"

"Why?" He ponders, taking a chocolate and popping it in his mouth.

Because I'm fake dating Fred and flirting with their beater who Fred has decided, in the past two weeks since our conversation, is the worst person on the planet.

"No reason in particular," I shrug, he looks at me for a second like I'm insane "weird is the wrong word. Intense,"

"They are a solid team," he shrugs casually

"So, what you marking?"

"Your classes essay's on boggart hunting,"

"Ooo. How did I do?"

"Who said I marked yours yet,"

"You mark alphabetically, and I can see your at least halfway through. My surname starts with B,"

"You got an Exceeds expectations, two marks off an outstanding," he replies

"I'll take it," I nod "you done George's yet. He near enough had a heart attack over that essay,"

"He got an O,"

"Sly bitch! Used my notes and he gets the O," I exclaim, although I'm very happy for him, he works hard and deserves his good grades.

"I knew you two shared notes," dad smirks. "You're going to be late yknow?"

"Came to see if you were coming? You haven't been to a match in ages," I question lightly

"You've only played once in the past month because Gryffindor weren't in the rotation. Only missed the match cause I wasn't here,"

"So you are coming?"

"Yes I will be there. Now get going or you'll miss your warm up,"

"Yay! You're the best. See you down there!" I grin, before flouncing out of the room. I walk quickly in the direction of the quidditch pitch unsurprised to see Fred loitering around outside the changing rooms.

"You know what my problem is?" He questions with a smirk

"The childish behaviour? The gangly arms? The twin brother who outshines you?" I tease. He rolls his eyes, an arm reaching out to pull me towards him.

"No. My problem is that this Lucian bloke, he thinks you and I are together. Yet he still thinks it's alright to flirt with you. That makes me think he's okay with cheating, therefore you shouldn't date him,"

"Freddie, calm down. Don't get all stressy before a match,"

**

The game feels like it lasts forever. It's fast paced and well matched but eventually Harry catches the snitch sending the stands of red and gold into a frenzy of excited cheers.

The minute my feet hit the ground Angelina flings her arms around me in a tight hug that I happily return. George wrapping his longs arms around the both of us and squeezing tight.

"Harry you were amazing!" I cheer, leaving their hug to throw my arms around him, he happily accepts the hug

"So were you!" He smiles happily

"You really were," a deep voice speaks from behind me, Harry looks at me with a slightly confused expression

"I'm going to go see Hermione and Ron," he comments.

I turn around to come face to face with Lucian, well face to neck, he's a little taller but not as tall as Fred.

"You played great," I smile, he smirks cockily and I can't deny that it's attractive, although I wish that Fred had approached me to celebrate our victory instead of being wrapped up in his conversation with Marietta Edgecombe.

"Almost got knocked out when that boyfriend of yours knocked a bludger my way," he comments

"I am sure he's sorry. Doubt he meant to knock you in the head like that,"

"Really? Cause if I were your boyfriend I'm pretty sure I'd knock anyone who even looked at you in the head like that,"

Before I can respond Fred's voice speaks. He sounds cold and dismissive.

"Good for all our safety that you're not then. Not her boyfriend I mean,"

He wraps an arm tight around my waist, holding me close to him and without even thinking I melt into his touch.

"For now. But with the time it takes you to come and congratulate your own girlfriend someone else might just snatch her up. I'd watch yourself Weasley," he's smirking, enjoying the anger in Fred's face.

I'm expecting Fred to reply. Half expecting him to pick a fight but he surprises me.

Instead of saying anything her leans down towards me and crashes his lips against mine.

Rule no.2 no kissing.

He kisses hard, almost like he doesn't ever want to stop. Tongue pressing it's way into my mouth and easily claiming dominance. His hands travel down to the backs of my thighs

"Jump," he mumbles against my lips, barely pausing the kiss to do so.

Without even thinking, intoxicated by his taste, by how his body feels against mine I do as told. He easily holds me up, flush against his chest, legs wrapped round his waist and arms looping round his neck, hands tangling themselves into his hair.

One of his hands travels from where they're holding me tightly to him to give a firm squeeze of my arse, smirking when I involuntarily moan at the action.

He pulls away for air, dropping me delicately back onto the ground. He glances around to see Lucian has gone and smirks proudly. Rolling his eyes when he notices the panic on my face.

"You wanna go talk sweetheart?" He questions slightly teasingly

"Think we probably should,"