Adored - Fred Weasley

Chapter Thirty Three

As soon as you saw the dragon, it had quickly disappeared. Most likely shielded by the clouds by now.

Clearly, Fred also saw the dragon.

"Shit shit shit!" he swore, climbing off of you and out of the car, "we gotta go,"

You silently followed Fred out of the car and he handed you your clothes. 

Suddenly you felt horribly exposed in just underwear and a bra. Your cheeks flushed red and you quickly threw on your clothes. Fred did the same.

Fred opened the passenger seat for you without speaking and you quickly hopped into the seat.

He then made his way around the car and was now the one sitting in the driver's seat.

Fred gripped the lever with his right hand and pulled. The car started up and rose into the air.

As soon as the car was in the air, Fred floored the gas. 

The car shot higher into the air and then right out of the small forest. 

Cold air quickly seeped into the car, reminding you that it actually winter outside. 

Snow started to fall from the sky again, soon making it hard to see more than ten feet in front of the car.

"Fred slow down!" you yelled to him, gripping the armrests on the car.

He didn't respond, the car only gaining in speed. 

His brow furrowed, a stressed expression appearing on his face. 

Then, the burrow came into view, about a hundred feet away and getting closer. 

The car was headed right towards it. 

You were going to crash.

You closed your eyes and braced for impact but the car suddenly changed directions and swerved to the left, narrowly missing the Weasley's home.

"I'm not that bad of a driver y'know," Fred grinned at you as the car began to descend, the tires beginning to roll across the grass.

"We almost crashed you idiot!" you said, lightly slapping his arm, trying to hide your smile.

"Oh you know you love me," he mocked, leaning closer.

"Mhm," you said nodding and speaking sarcastically, "sure Fred I bet-"

But before you could finish, Fred cut you off with a kiss.

He then pulled away, your faces inches apart.

"I think we better head inside. And maybe hope my brothers didn't see us?" he said.

"Agreed," you said smiling, before opening the car door and hopping out.

Fred did the same, hurridly following you into the house.

Thankfully and surprisingly, nobody was in the kitchen. You both began to hurry up the stairs, Fred close behind you.

You were about halfway up the stairs when suddenly, you felt Fred's hand lightly but purposefully slap your ass.

"Fred!" you hissed turning around, your cheeks turning red, "what was that for!"

"Just admiring the view, respectfully?" he grinned sheepishly.

"That was a little more than admiring don't you think?" you said, tilting your head slightly.

But instead of answering your question, Fred took your hand and quickly led you up the stairs, stopping just outside of his and George's door.

He loudly rapped his left knuckle on the door impatiently, tapping his foot. 

After a few seconds of no response from inside the room, Fred opened the door, revealing that the bedroom was in fact, empty.

Fred walked into the room, you going in with him, your fingers still intertwined with his.

"We seem to have time and an empty room," Fred said, looking down at you, the mischief in his eyes glittering, "you want to maybe, y'know?"

You knew exactly what he was referring to without even saying it.

"Your door doesn't lock, Fred,"

"So what? Take the risk with me,"

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. 

About two days ago you thought Fred would never even be friends with you again. 

Now, he was asking if he could sleep with you.

"I know you don't remember it," you said softly, bringing your hands up to cup Fred's face, "but when we were together before, you were never in this much of a rush. Is something wrong? Did I mess this up already or something?"

Fred's eyes went wide before he relaxed his head into your hands.

"I know I don't remember but, I just, don't want you to lose me again. I'm moving so fast because what if we don't have enough time?" he said, nearly whispering towards the end of his sentence.

"We have time, Fred," you reassured him, stroking his right cheek with your thumb, "That's not going to happen ever again. I won't let it,"

 "Oh my hero you are," Fred sheepishly whispered to you.

"And not to get all sappy," he added, sighing with a small smile of relief, "but I don't plan on losing you anytime soon. And I'm getting our memories back as soon as we get back to school. I promise."

And with that, Fred leaned down towards you, wrapping his big hands ever so gently around your waist, and placing his lips onto yours.

You could feel Fred's slight smile on his lips as he kissed you while your hands traveled into Fred's hair.

But outside the room, you heard faint footsteps and voices, both noises getting louder and louder as they got closer to the bedroom.

Fred then read your mind, "Someones coming," he said, pulling away and whispering to you.

"What do we do?" you said looking up at him with concern.

"Come on," Fred said, quickly walking you over to a broom closet and opening the door.

"There's no way Fred. This is way too small of a closet," you said, looking at a closet that appeared to be smaller than Harry's space under the stairs at the Dursleys.

"It's bigger than it looks," he said, "Unless you want either my mother or my siblings to see us and make assumptions about what we've been doing this entire afternoon? I sure don't want to be the main topic of conversation during Christmas Eve dinner,"

"Okay okay," you said, obliging and stepping inside the closet, "Care to join me?" you said sarcastically, motioning with your hand for Fred to enter.

Fred quickly followed you in, closing the door of the closet behind him, right as the door to the bedroom flew open.