Secrets - f.w.

Chapter 12

This chapter contains sexual content! Don't read if you are uncomfortable!

I headed down to the quidditch field, my ponytail swishing behind me. In the distance, standing on the field was Fred. As I got closer to him, I realized he was holding not one, but two broomsticks. 

"Fred, why have you got two broomsticks?" 

Fred's lips slowly pulled into a smirk. 

"Today, angel, you are going to learn how to play quidditch." 

My face dropped from the smile that was on my face. 

"No, no way." I shake my head frantically, slowly backing up. 

"Yes, yes way." Fred chuckled, dropping the brooms on the ground and stepping towards me. 

"Fred no." I say backing up more, he grins wider, his steps becoming bigger. 

I walk backwards faster, Fred following me. 

"Fred, stop!" I squeal as he lunges towards me. I turn and start to run around the field, Fred quickly catching up to me. After running half the field, Fred finally catches up to me. His arms wrapped around my torso. As I fight against his arms, he leans his chin on my shoulder, his mouth close to my ear. 

"Gotcha." He whispered. 

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I hit at his back, trying to squeal out of his hold. 

"Fred! No let me go!" I yelled in between fits of laughter. 

"Not a chance." He chuckled, lightly slapping my ass. 

"Nice leggings." He added, I swatted the back of his head. 

I was wearing light grey leggings and a cropped white sports tank top. Usually I would wear shorts and a big t-shirt when working out, but I wanted to impress Fred. The tank top was pretty tight and it pushed my breasts up, and I chose these grey leggings because they made my butt look amazing. I knew Fred would go crazy when he saw me, and judging by the look on his face when I first entered the field, it worked. 

Fred set me down next to the two broomsticks, but not before whispering in my ear, "Such a tease."  

I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. Who knew three words could get me so flustered and worked up. 

Fred picked up the two broomsticks, holding one out to me. 

"Okay so now you're going to learn how to fly." He said like it was the simplest thing ever, to top it all off he flashed me the sweetest, most innocent smile ever. 

"Fred really, I'm okay. You don't have to teach me that." I shake my head, putting my hands out to push the broomsticks away. 

"No it's no trouble at all." His voice is very teasing. He tries to hand me the broomstick again. 

"I'm serious, you don't have to waste your time."  I push the broom away.  

"Well I think someone's scared of flying." He teases, grinning. 

I scoff, trying to hide my nervousness, "Pffsh what?! Fred that's crazy, you're crazy. That's-"

"Crazy?" He finishes my sentence for me. 

I glare at him, trying not to show how scared I am. My hands are slightly shaking so I hid them behind my back. I roll my eyes and look down at the green grass at my feet. 

"I'll be right here, and we'll take it slow okay?" I nod, finally giving in. I realized there's no way to get out of this, and it's better to get it over with sooner than later.