Ms. Protector (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 37: The Tree

Y/n's POV:

"F-Fred! Put me down!" I exclaimed. I began smacking his back. I received no response. 

He started walking. I kept asking him to put me down but I received nothing but his silence. I feel fortunate that I chose to change into trousers before reporting to Dumbledore and Fudge.

I heard a door opened. I looked at the floor and saw parchments. It's my room!

"Hey, Fre—bloody hell, is she dead?!" George exclaimed.

"No! George help m—" before I could finish asking for help Fred cut me off.

"Out." he said with full authority.

"Wh—" Fred cut George off.

"Out." the same tone. George then began to walk towards the door, passing me who's asking for help. "Don't come back." Fred added.

"No wait! Don't leave me here!" I pleaded.

"Sorry, Y/n. He's older than me. We must obey the elders." George exclaimed as he mocked me from what I said last year the first time I stayed at the burrow for Christmas and told Molly my principle. 

"But he's not old— George you prat!" I shouted as I struggled on Fred's shoulder. What the hell is happening?! George left me!

Fred walked towards the bed. It felt like I was falling and my soul was pulled out of my body when he threw me on the bed. I barely adjusted from the mind turning throw when Fred quickly took his shirt off. It was so fast I thought it was an effect from the impact. He jumped on the bed on top of me. I'm sitting against the head of the bed. His arms caging me.

"Fr—" before I could even talk he took ownership of my lips.

His kiss, it was melting me. It always made my stomach swarm with butterflies but this time it's the whole zoo. I can't control how I feel. He's making me weak. I gasped when his hands traveled to my waist and squeezed it. He pushed me upward and against the board. I'm getting out of breath. Usually he bites my lips for it to open but he just squeezed my waist once again and as I gasped he wandered inside my mouth.

I found my arms around his neck and my hands on the back of his head brushing his long hair. He hasn't spoken for a long time. Each kiss and it gets tenser. I felt him unzipping my jacket. He shifted to the crook of my neck. I subconsciously moaned when I felt his warm hand slid under my shirt and warmed my cold stomach. 

I had no idea how but the lamps inside my room went off. It was darker and colder. It was supposed to be colder but the atmosphere in my room is hotter than the crackle of a burning wood. Despite that I smelled it through Fred's skin. 

"Did you miss me?" He whispered on my ear as he bit under my earlobe. I moaned through his warm breaths that made my neck hotter.

I can't seem to form any words at all, I'm drowning in his touch and his kisses. I only nodded as he came back to kissing me.

His hand traveled further up under my shirt and I moaned louder. I was panting and he's been kissing me nonstop but he's not tired at all. I heard him groan a little when my nails scratched his back. His other hand, I couldn't keep up, my mind is blurry, his other hand traveled under my knee. He pulled it up as he pushed me down the bed. I'm now lying down on the bed, out of breath, melting, weaker and weaker each time passes that we're kissing.

He slowly unbuttoned my trouser and I felt his hand brushed as he unzipped it. My eyes wide opened. I tapped his back. I'm not ready. 

He stopped and pulled up, staring down at me. He smiled and I smiled back. Guilt crept inside of me. I felt so guilty. "Took me far enough." he said mischievously smirking. I felt my face hotter than it already was, I pushed him aside. He chuckled.