Fireworks for Yule (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 2: So Did You Two Shag?

"Four." Fred counted to your year's dormitory. He paused to take a breath in front of the door, having just scaled the entire length of the girl's dormitory staircase slide. He had done it plenty of times to see you, and gladly would any time if it meant you were at the end waiting for him.

As he had climbed, thoughts were spinning through his mind, like they always were, but this time they were all about you. You'd spent all of your time at Hogwarts so far together, you, George and him entirely inseparable. But George had seen how he began, over the years, feeling more and more drawn in by you in another way. It was him that had pushed Fred to admit his feelings to himself and seize the chance of asking you to the ball, but it always seemed Fred's usual confidence diminished in the times he needed it most—talking to you seriously about things.

So to cover it up, he was used to just teasing you and hoping you would understand his intentions. Most times you did understand the jokey mannerisms, but in this case he had messed up. I can't just expect her to fancy me, is what he thought. But what if she does?

He loved being close to you, took any opportunity to be in contact with you in some way, and never really meant it the same with anyone else. And you had always reciprocated it, albeit mock begrudgingly.

At the door to your dorm he tried to listen for any noise, but there was silence. Trying for the handle of the door, he found it unlocked and slowly pushed it open.

"Y/N, I'm..." Fred started as he slid into the room, then noticed the ball of sheets on the leftmost bed that was you, asleep. He wanted to stop, not wishing to ruin your peacefulness, but his feet only carried him closer to you.
Your hair had cascaded down your face, moving only ever so slightly from each breath you took, and Fred couldn't help the small smile that found its way onto his face. He hated seeing you angry, but he absolutely adored seeing you so relaxed.

Without really thinking much of it, Fred sat with you, slowly, and pushed some of the hair out of your face, revealing your closed eyes. His fingers lingered slightly in your hair, wanting to feel more of its softness, but not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
He spent a while leaning on one elbow staring at the top of the four poster bed, silently enjoying the company of the little ball of bliss next to him without actually waking you up. You were going to be mad at him when you eventually woke up, for sure, was what he thought. But for now, he'd still stay with you.

Two hours later, you'd felt a large pressure against your chest, then realized the same pressure was enveloping your legs and face.
Your eyes snapped open, realizing you could not move, and a brief second of panic overtook you wondering if you had been trapped or were in an episode of paralysis.

But the next second you were registering the mop of fiery hair all but pooling into your eyes.
The senses in your body had returned, and you could feel another pair of legs locked between your own, a large arm placed affectionately around your waist pulling you toward your captor, and a soft face nested against the bottom of your own, rhythmically breathing so you could feel the warmth take over continuously.
But it was the familiar, deep, faint scent of cinnamon and firewood that made your frown morph into a smile. Freddie.

A part of you didn't want to move....forever. Sure, your limbs had began to numb from Fred's massively disproportional-to-yours build enveloping you, but the warmth and familiar scent you secretly loved about him made you feel like moving even closer than you already were.

Unfortunately, you weren't able to consciously enjoy it for long, as Fred soon made a low groaning noise, making you instantly snap your eyes shut and pretend to be asleep as you felt the dip that was him raising his head.
You could feel and hear him sliding his hand from your waist and rubbing at his eyes while still groaning. A second of silence. Then an "Oh fuck."