anchor || fred weasley

chapter ten - zenith

~song of the chapter: toxic- britney spears~

Blaire whimpered softly as his lips crashed against hers. Something that felt like a fire erupted in her as she got lost in his lips. His tongue twisted against hers roughly and a feeling of ecstasy disseminated in her whole body.
The kiss was full of desperation and yearn.
Blaire didn't know what she was doing. He bit her lip which made a heavy breath erupt from her mouth.
His cold hand traveled upwards to gently cup her face when he pulled away, letting both of their hands let go from the other.

"What was that for, love?", he whispered slightly out of breath.

"I don't know.", she said, completely stunned. She had been way too drunk to properly think the situation through.

Fred stopped down just so slightly that his lips were on one height with hers.
Blaire looked down on his lips, unable to put her thoughts into words.
Fred's hand went to grip her hair on the back of her head, pulling it down so she was looking directly into his eyes, still full of anger.

His lips traced over her cheeks onto her neck, leaving them there for a split second before planting multiple soft kisses onto her whole neck.
"Fred", Blaire sighed, her heart thumping faster than ever.
"Is this too much?"
She pulled away from him, looking into his face, now filled with deep desire.

"Am I just a game to you?", the girl asked shakily. The thoughts about him were messing up her head more than she had expected to, and if he didn't feel the same way, what good would a kiss do?

"Do you really think that?"
"I don't know what to think. All I think about is you, and your stupid face."
"My face?"

"Yeah, you know. The way you smirk every time you manage to get under my skin, the way your eyebrows twitch when you've played a prank on someone and wait for them to notice and the way your eyes turn from dark chocolate brown to caramel gold when you step into the sun. It's just unfair."

He wanted to chuckle, but no sound came out.

"Love, have you been staring? That's not very friendly."
He winked at her playfully and let his hands rest on her cheek. Caressing it with his thumb, Blaire felt his ring dig into her skin because of his tight grip.

"Just how much did you drink, Sandrins?", Fred asked while holding her close.

"Enough?"

"I think its time you and I headed to bed, you know? I don't want you to feel embarassed of everything you say now tomorrow."

She tried to protest, but stopped the second she looked into his eyes. Something about his eyes mesmerized her, and gave her a feeling of peace.

She suddenly felt very hot, and attempted to take off her jacket, but failed miserably. Luckily she was beside Fred who caught her before she fell, but if he hadn't been there, she would most likely have fallen on the floor.

"Watch out, love. I'd rather not have you lying on the floor with Cedric."

She had forgotten all about him. She freed herself from Freds grip, kneeling down at the boy who was still lying on the floor unconsciously.

"Ced?"

"Oh, come on, Blaire." He crossed his arms before his body and looked down on her, his brows furrowing in annoyance. It was clearly upsetting him that she still cared about him.

She stood up, barely being able to stand straight, and pointed one finger at him.

"You do not get to tell me what and what not to do. Also, what did you ask him at truth or dare earlier? I'd like to know now, Fred. No more games today."