My Darling |Fred Weasley|

Chapter 5

*A/N: ummm hi y'all! Like I said before, some of the events won't be the exact same. For the sake of the story, Cedric doesn't die but Voldemort still exists. Cedric will also be in the same year as the Twins*

Time skip: 3 weeks after the first day of school.

*Fred's POV*

Her fingers instantly found themselves in my hair and tugged, causing me to release a moan into her mouth.

She continued to kiss me with unmatchable passion, letting her lips dance with my own. Her tongue swiftly ran across my bottom lip and I parted my mouth, giving her the access she craved and I so obviously needed.

With her straddling me fully clothed, it wasn't before long she started to rock her hips back and forth, letting her body to grind against mine.

I could feel myself becoming rock hard and her pulsating at a fast rate. She continued to rock back and forth, causing a series of groans of pleasure from my mouth. I wanted it to go further, I needed it to go further.

My hand then found its way to her hair, slightly pulling-

"Fred! Wake up".

Shooting up from my bed, my eyes quickly met my twin's angry ones; "Fred you need to get up. You're going to make us late," George said with obvious irritation in his voice.

With the intentions of following what my brother told me, I tried to step out of bed only to be stopped by the solid bulge in between my thighs.

Unfortunately, George noticed and couldn't hide his laughter at my inability to rise: "Haha Freddie. . . Looks like sleep did you well. Tell me, who was it? Snape or Mad eye?"

"Shut up George!" I said as I threw a pillow at him.

He quickly dodged it and turned to head out of the room, still giggling. Outside of the room, I could hear him telling Ron not to come in the room, saying I had to "take care of some business".

What an annoying git.

Finally being alone, my mind soon became occupied with thoughts about my dream.

What. The. Fuck.

My mind was playing tricks on me, I swear. There's no way. There's no way I was having a wet dream of her. PLEASE not her. I can barely stand her in real life, why the fuck would I want her to occupy my dreams too?

Emery Yates.

I hate that bitch.

She literally causes half of my problems. She makes me hate her even more because she's so kind to everyone, except me. She's literally Satan. If I had the option to stay in the same room with her or poke out my own eyes, I would be blind.

Knowing this, then why the fuck is she in my dreams. Urgh, I couldn't think about that anymore or I would make myself puke.

Soon after interrupting my own thoughts, my boner finally went away and I quickly got dressed and made my way out of the room.

For some reason, I hadn't pranked her in the whole three weeks we've been here. I think it's time to finally change that.

*Narrator's POV*

Slowly rising from her dreamless sleep, Emery got up and made her way to the bathroom. She began to undress, obviously needing a shower to clear her head of all the things which immediately came to mind.

Today was the day.

Today was the day that Emery had lost someone important just years ago.