Isn't He Lovely • A Fred Weasley Story

a b o t t l e o f r u m

~ See the picture above to get a sense of the mood in this chapter :)

~ DISCLAIMER: mature content

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I wake up the next morning to sunlight pouring through the window, my eyes slowly opening to see the room around me.

I'm only in my bra and underwear, with the blanket pulled up just above my waist. I'm on the side of the bed closest to the wall, facing away from where Fred slept, so I lazily reach my arm over to see if he's there. I just feel the sheets.

I roll over and see the room empty but the door closed. I'm alone as I sit up in bed and stretch my arms. I lean over to my trunk and the floor and reach inside to grab my pajama shirt, slipping it on as I hear the door creak open.

Fred steps inside holding a mug, his hair ruffled from sleep and sporting a baggy t shirt with flannel pants. I smile as he closes the door behind him.

"Morning, darling," he greets as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

I'm still up against the headboard, so I lean over and wrap my arms around his shoulders, giving him a light kiss on the cheek before replying.

"Good morning," I say softly, and he hands me a steaming mug of tea. "Mm, thank you, Freddie."

I lean back against the headboard and lift the mug to my lips as the steam floats onto my nose. After a quick gulp, I look up at Fred, who's smiling.

"What?" I say, lowering the mug into my blanketed lap.

"You look so adorable in the morning," he sighs as he leans back on his hands. I scoff.

"I look like a troll," I reply, letting out a soft laugh.

"You're always beautiful, love," he mutters as he leans closer to my lips, pecking them before returning to his position. "So what's on the agenda for today?"

"You tell me," I smile as my fingers trace the rim of the mug. "Are the rest up yet?"

"Mum is; she's prepared breakfast already. I think Harry, Ron, and Hermione are too," he says as he gently scratches the back of his head.

I nod and set my mug down on the nightstand, yawning and stretching a bit in bed. Slowly slipping my legs to reposition myself, I sit on the edge of the mattress, readying myself to stand up. But when I rise from the bed, my legs tremble uncontrollably and I drop back down.

"My, my, all that from me?" Fred says.

I turn my head to see him smirking, eyeing me up and down and running his tongue along his bottom lip.

"Oh, piss off," I mumble, grinning slightly.

He chuckles as I take a breath, slowly pushing up into a standing position and bracing myself. It takes a moment, and a few persistent tremors in my legs, but I stabilize and turn to look at Fred, flashing him a cocky grin.

"It's gonna take more than that to get me down," I tease.

"So you're saying I should be a bit rougher, next time?" he coos, slowly running a hand up my thigh. He eyes me in my tee shirt and underwear with a sultry smirk, my shirt falling only just above my bellybutton and my underwear not leaving much to the imagination. I feel his finger teasingly graze the waistband and my heart skips a beat as he mutters, "mm, I'm the luckiest guy in the world..."

I slap his hand away as he grins, scowling at the redhead playfully.

Crouching down to my trunk, I unlatch the locks and flip it open while I feel Fred watching me from behind.