Secrets - f.w.

Chapter 14

Aurora's P.O.V.

"No Aurora, you're doing it wrong." Fred shakes his head, taking the half-made firework from my hand and fixing it.

I scoff. "Okay sorry if I'm not a master firework maker like you." I fight back, rolling my eyes.

He doesn't respond, just chuckles while he focuses on the task before him. I take the time to study his hands. He's so gentle and precise when it comes to anything with the Weasley Wizard Wheezes products. His fingers work smoothly, pouring the gunpowder into the firework, making it look incredibly easy. Trust me when I tell you it's harder than it looks.

After a couple more minutes of me struggling with the powder, and Fred laughing at me, George barges into the room.

"Hey guys, it's almost time for dinner. Are you coming?"

Fred shook his head. "No we just ate." He glanced towards me, a large smirk appearing on his face. My cheeks heated up as I thought back to thirty minutes ago when his face was in between my legs while I was a moaning mess. I stared at him with wide eyes, surprised that he would just say something like that. My face was probably as red as a tomato at this point.

George looked from me to Fred and then shrugged his shoulders, walking out of the room.

"Oh my god Fred! You can't say that!" I grabbed the nearest pillow, chucking it at him.

He laughed, catching the pillow. "What? It's not like it's a lie or anything." It definitely was not a lie. After that night a week ago when Fred took me into his dorm, we were always together any chance we could find. He would sneak me into the locker room after the quidditch team left, or we would meet in the bathroom during study hall.

I'm honestly surprised we haven't gotten caught yet. My mind wandered to the other night. The way Fred treated me that night, has me getting wet at just the idea of it. The way he was so loving but also so rough, made me want to take him right here, right now.

"What're you thinking about darling?" Fred's low voice interrupts my dirty thoughts. I realize I'm biting my lip, and I quickly stop. Shaking my head, I squeeze my thighs together to try and relieve some of the new tension.

"Nothing." I croak out, my voice two octaves higher. Fred smirks knowingly, quickly darting his eyes down to my thighs, but he drops the subject and goes back to work on his fireworks.

After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, which consists of me shifting around in my seat to get some relief; Fred clears his throat. "So, uh, Christmas break is coming up. Are you staying here?"

I whip my head up to look at him, shocked and definitely not prepared for his question. How was I supposed to tell him that I'm staying here because my aunt and uncle don't want me there, and my dad is Lord Voldemort who probably forgot he has a daughter?

"Uh, yeah... I think I'll stay here." I answer, looking down at my lap so I don't have to make eye contact with him.

"Your foster family doesn't want you to go to their home?" He questions. "Who are they anyway? Do I know them?"

"Oh, uh, yeah it's...um... the Malfoys." I glance up at him and cringe when I see the look on his face.

He drops the firework he was working on in his lap. "Your foster family is the Malfoys?!"

"Um yeah?" I smile at him, but he ignores me and I can tell he's clearly irritated at this new information.

"Wait so let me get this straight, you have been living with the Malfoys, and they're your foster family." I nod. "But Draco hasn't even tried to talk to you or console you, and they won't let you go to their house for Christmas?!" Fred's face is almost as red as his hair at this point.