Starlight// FW

Morning

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 I heard distant voices and turned over groaning. That was my first mistake. My stomach churned and my head began pounding. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't make my body do what my mind wanted it to. I reached for my silk pillow, wanting the cool of it to cover me. But the pillow I was on wasn't silk. The voice grew louder.

I sat up suddenly, my stomach lurching. "Morning", George said, from his bed. My head whipped around. Another mistake. "Take it easy, there", Fred smiled up at me from the ground. He lay there, on a sort of makeshift cot. A Gryffindor Quidditch sweater acted as a pillow. I was beginning to become more aware of my surroundings. I was in the Gryffindor 6th year boys common room, and more specifically, in Fred's bed.

I looked down at myself and realized with a sickening feeling in my stomach that I was not in the clothes I was wearing last night. I was wearing a large sweater with a F knitted onto it, my skirt was no longer on. My eyes widened. "Don't worry, love", Fred smirked, "Nothing happened". I blinked. Well, at least there was that.

"Then why am I..", I started, my mouth dry. "Your clothes were covered in vomit", Fred said with a smile, "As well as my shoes". My face flushed. "Oh my god", was all I could muster. "We really should have watched you a little closer, Sawyer", George grinned, "Who knew you could drink like a fish". I squinted, trying to remember what had happened. "I remember dancing with you Fred", I started, "And then things get very blurry".

"Don't you mean...Freddie", he winked. I rolled over and buried my head in Fred's pillow, letting out a scream. "I'm never drinking again", I said, my voice muffled through the pillow. "Oh, sure you will champ", George let out, "Sit tight, I'll go get you some hangover food". I heard George leave, Fred and I alone.

"You almost kissed me last night", he said, springing up and throwing himself on the bed. I sat up, basically yelling, "What?". He wiggled his eyebrows at me, "After you dragged me up here and demanded we practise charms". I had never felt embarrassment to this degree before. "I am so sorry, Fred", I groaned. "Don't worry about it, love", he said, "I wanted you to".

I was at a loss for words. Had I really almost kissed him? My brain was going at hyperspeed, which was saying something as it pounded with every incoming thought. Fred. I had almost kissed Fred. Was that something just drunk me wanted to do, or deep down did I actually want Fred? I opened my mouth to say something when George burst in, a tray of food and coffee levitating in front of him, "Your food Madame". It floated towards me and landed on my lap.

The scent was intoxicating, and I dug in, my stomach almost immediately settling. "Here", Fred said, throwing a pair of sweatpants at me. I caught them and muttered a thank you. "You were squirming around too much last night for me to get them on you". "Oh my gosh did you see me...", my voice faded. "Had my eyes closed, love", Fred said with a laugh.

I squeezed my eyes closed. I was truly mortified, but at least I had fun. I finished eating and pulled on the sweatpants under the sheets. George yawned and lay down on his bed. "I should let you have your bed back", I said, sliding out of the bed and standing. Fred looked at me and smiled, "Do you want me to walk you back to your dormitory?".

I shook my head, "No, you've already done so much to help me. Both of you". George laughed, "Don't worry about it. If there's one thing you do Sawyer, it's commit". I cringed. Fred stood, stretching. His shirt lifted slightly, the bottom of a well toned stomach peaking out. I coughed, scooping up my clothes from last night.

I coughed, stumbling my way out and down into the common room. Thankfully, it was empty, except for Ron and Hermione. The pair looked up at me as I made my way down the stairs. Ron's eyebrows drew together as he looked at what I was wearing. "Wait a minute isn't that...", he started. Hermione reached over and hit him.

"Morning, Sawyer", she smiled. I groaned, moving past them. "It's not what it looks like", I said, waving as I made my exit. I heard the pair burst into a fit of giggles as the portrait hole swung shut behind me. I basically sprinted through the halls, praying that I didn't run into anyone, especially a teacher. When I reached the Ravenclaw common room, I moved quickly past the group of first years and up the stairs.

I tiptoed into the dormitory and was greeted by various screams. "The party girl has finally returned!", yelled Rachel. "Shame, shame I know your name", called Hazel. Lacey was just screaming incoherently. I threw myself down onto my bed, hating how I noticed Fred and I's scents mixing.

"Nothing happened", I groaned. "That's why you're wearing his sweater", winked Rachel. "And were last seen dragging him up the stairs", said Lacey making kissing noises. "It does seem pretty suspicious", Hazel said. I sat up, shooting them all a look. "Nothing happened", I said, throwing my hands in the air.

They stared at me. I folded my arms, "Fine! Okay. We almost kissed, is that what you want to hear?". Lacey squealed, Hazel cackled, and Rachel shook her head. "And then I threw up on him and passed out", I said in a monotone voice. "No way", Rachel gasped. Hazel's mouth dropped open, "Oh no, Sawyer". I groaned.

"So you like him", Lacey said in a high pitched tone. "No!", I let out, "Yes, I don't know". And it was true, I didn't. After everything that had happened with Cedric, I wasn't sure I was ready to open myself back up to anything like that. But I liked being with Fred, he made me happy and have fun. I felt like I was the better version of myself when I was with him.

As the rest of the girls fell back into conversation about all of their antics from the night before, I felt myself growing tired. As I drifted off, I pictured Fred in my mind. His smile, his eyes. I imagined what it would feel like to press my lips to his, and I smiled, allowing sleep to claim me.