His Troublemaker(Fred Weasley fan fiction)

Dresses

Weeks have passed since their date. Hermione Emily and Noelle were sitting in the library talking about their dresses for the up and coming Yule ball.

"Has anyone asked you?" Hermione asked looking towards the two girls. Emily and Noelle looked between each other before looking over to Hermione.

"Well I mean I'd assume we were going with our boyfriends. Maybe if you had-"

"Yes Hermione the twins have asked us to go." Noelle smiled towards the girl before scoffing at Emily and turning her head to the catalog of dresses in front of her.

"Who are you going with?" Emily asked with sass in her tone.

"If you must know.. Victor Krum has asked me." She spoke,  her eyes never leaving the page of her catalog.

"No way! Mione thats brilliant! But what about Ron?" Noelle asked looking up at her.

"He didn't have the guts to ask me and someone else did...that's it." She sighed, taking a quill and circling a pink dress in the catalog before turning it and facing it towards Noelle.

"I like this one." She smiled. The rest of the night the girls spent looking at dresses and talking in the library before curfew hit and they had to go back to the common room.

"Welcome back ladies." The twins said in sync as the portrait opened and they stepped into the red room.

Their welcome was short lived by the sound of Harry and Ron in their dorm complaining and running down the stairs.

"We haven't got dates. What are we supposed to do if we haven't got dates? We'll be the laughing stock of this place." They threw themselves on the red sofa, continuing with their complaints as Noelle sat on Fred's lap.

"How was your day love?" He whispered in her ear as his hands rested on her thighs.

She rested her head on his chest and cuddled up into him as she drifted away from the conversation the group was having and shifted to one with her and Fred.

"It was okay, I found my dress, I'm gonna go get it tomorrow." She replied, her voice hushed and only loud enough for him to hear as she shifted to get comfortable.

Her hips moved against him as she struggled to find a comfortable position making Fred sigh and grip her hips bringing his lips to her ear.

"Stop that." He demanded, one hand now moving to grip her thigh making her let out a whimper."

"S-sorry." She groaned out as Fred lips left her ear and moved to her neck.

"What was that El?" George asked, looking over to the couple as Fred's head left the crook of her neck.

"Oh nothing sorry.." she replied, letting them get back to their conversation before turning to look at Fred.

"So love, what's the dress look like?"

"It's black....fluffy....v-neck....I think you'll love it." She giggled, thinking about the dress she chose in her catalog.

"I'd love anything on you...or off you.." he smirked, earning himself a slap to the chest.