The Lost Witch | Fred Weasley

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

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- WARNING: Fluff + Smut -

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When the 'one week' mark came upon us, I was done. I didn't want to be lying here all weak and injured anymore. That day also landed on a day Fred and George had given themselves a break from the shop.

So not only did I get to wake up with Fred without him having to leave soon after, but George was going around the house causing havoc like his good old days.

"For Merlin's sake, George! You don't even live here anymore!" I heard Ginny shriek as I pulled on a pair of shorts for the day.

I turned around to look at the door, where the sound had come from, but quickly turned back around.

Because behind me Fred was also changing. And he was currently stood in nothing but a pair of dark red boxers. I felt myself salivate as I watched his back muscles tighten and ripple under his skin when he bent down and picked up a shirt.

I could feel my face heat up as sinful thoughts filled my brain and I tried to direct my mind to literary any other topic, but my brain was completely blank. Excluding one thought.

"You ready?" his voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Mhm," I mumbled, nodding weakly. I grabbed my wand and headed down the stairs after Fred.

Numerous Weasley's were surrounded around the dining table, along with Remus, Nym, Sirius and Moody.

"Well look at that. Sleeping beauty finally managed to lift that big head of hers off her pillow. Must've been perfecting that kind of strength for years," George mocked me as soon as he spotted me behind Fred.

"Don't think I won't shut you up, Weasley. We both know I can, I just don't want to embarrass you in front of your heroes," I nodded my head towards Remus and Sirius, and he quickly looked down at his plate, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

When he looked up again, he was grinning, and his eyes held the promise of mischief. "Yeah, yeah. Even if you have the moves White, I'm still stronger than you." He proceeded to show us this by flexing his biceps.

"True. But I have dirt on you and that doesn't go both ways," I shrugged casually, taking my seat across the table from him and between Fred and Remus.

"Oh really?" his grin grew while he watched me.

"Yes, really," I responded as I poured some orange juice for Fred and me. George's smirk went evil and cunning. I started stressing out a bit now. What could he possibly know?

I got my answer a second later as I was cutting up apple wedges on my plate.

"Night of the firework party," was all he said.

But that was enough for Fred to choke on the sip he had just taken, causing him to have a coughing fit as my knife slipped through my fingers, landing with a loud clang on my plate.

I looked up at George with a glare. Everyone else reacted to the interaction and all small talk quickly stopped as everyone waited for further explanation.

"What happened the night of the firework party?" Mr Weasley questioned, not quite picking up the tension this sentence had brought to the table.

However, there were a few people I could tell who had picked up what George's tone was suggesting. Especially Sirius, Remus, Nym and Ginny. Not that anything had happened. But it almost did. It probably would've if it hadn't been for Blaise and Dylan.

I met Ginny's eyes and hers were wide as she gaped at me. I quickly shook my head at her to tell her to stop the thoughts she was having. Moony cleared his throat, apparently feeling uncomfortable with the conversation we were having over breakfast, and Sirius' face indicated his thoughts were going a hundred miles an hour and Nym was giving me suggestive looks, trying to communicate with her eyes.