Fake It | Fred Weasley {1}

9 - closer

Rowan's POV

I'M about to close the bathroom door later that afternoon so I can take a shower when Fred squeezes through the small space. 

"What are you doing? I'm trying to take a shower." I hiss at him, but he just closes the door and locks it, a smirk dancing across his face. 

"I'm just hanging out in the bathroom, is that a crime?" 

"Yes actually, because I want to take a shower and you being in here kind of prevents me from doing that." I retort. Not to mention the idea of him being in the same room as me while I shower, naked, brings a blossoming heat to my face. 

"Relax, Rowan. You can still shower with me in here. Just imagine how crazy it will drive Ron to know that the two of us are in here together with the shower running. He can leave the rest to his imagination, but one thing is for sure, it will spark the jealousy you so desperately want him to feel."

Right. It all comes back to this stupid agreement I made with Fred. Despite the fact that my feelings for Ron have pretty much fizzled out, and I couldn't care less whether he gets jealous or not, the idea of Fred in the bathroom while I shower is intimate and strangely enticing. 

"Fine. But turn around while I get undressed. I'll let you know when you can turn back around." I say. 

"Alright." he grins, turning to face the door so his back his to me. 

I turn around too just for good measure and my own insecurities, so if he were to turn around too early, he would only see my back. And my ass, but that's better than him seeing my front. I quickly strip off my clothes, folding them up next to the shower before stepping into the shower and pulling the curtain across. 

"Okay!" I call out, letting Fred know it's okay for him to turn around now. 

*****

"CAN you pass me the towel?" I ask Fred half an hour later when I've shut the water off. Normally I'm one to sing while in the shower but with Fred in the room, I felt awkward so instead I attended to things in silence. I thought it would be weird, but it was actually a nice comfortable silence. Relaxing as the hot water of the shower released all the tension in my muscles. 

"Don't look." I warn when I spot his silhouette getting closer through the shower curtain. 

"I won't look." He says and I can practically hear the grin in his voice as he passes the towel through the curtain. 

I take it from him, wrapping it around my body quickly before stepping out of the shower to find Fred leaning against the door. His brown eyes make contact with my hazel ones and suddenly it feels like the air between us is charged. 

Fred coughs, clearing his throat. "I should probably go, and you need to get ready. Supper should be ready soon." He says, though not in his usual confident and arrogant filled voice. This time his tone is weak, like it's the ultimate task just to find words to form a full coherent sentence.

"Right." I nod, tearing my gaze away from him before leaving the bathroom and heading to Ginny's room to get dressed. I pass Harry on the way, his face heating up at the sight of me in just a towel. I ignore his reaction and instead let my thoughts wander to Fred as I get dressed.

Could it be possible that the sight of me in nothing but a towel had such a great affect on him that he could barely string together a full sentence, let alone speak with his normal full confidence? The thought makes me smile. 

*****

FRED and I spend the time during dinner sending each other furtive glances across the table. But we don't get any alone time for the rest of the evening, between cleaning up and everyone being in the same room at the same time. 

I'm just about to drift off to sleep when a pillow lands on my head, where I'm sleeping on the air mattress. I take the pillow off my head and look up at the bed to see Ginny staring intently at me. 

"What?" I ask. 

"Everyone's gone to sleep, you can sneak into Fred's room now if you want. I told George to sleep on the couch." She whispers.

I feel my cheeks heat up. "Right." I say, getting up off the floor and heading across the hall to Fred's room. I knock, suddenly feeling awkward. 

"Come in!" his voice calls out. I open the door and walk in. 

"Ginny told me I should sneak in here since George is downstairs. I was going to ignore her but then I figured it would make us look suspicious." I shrug, feeling self-conscious. 

I'm surprised to see a smile cross his face. "It's okay. Come lie down." he says, lifting up his blanket so I can scoot in next to him. 

I crawl under the covers which are already warm from Fred's body heat. The bed is small, twin-sized, causing me to curl up against his body. His body wraps around mine, and I'm aware of his shirtless body and his bottom half wearing nothing but his boxers. The hard ridges of his abs press against my back, the heat from his body radiating through the thin material of my camisole and cotton shorts. 

"Good night." He whispers, his breath tickling against my neck, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. 

"Good night." I whisper back, squirming around for a few seconds to get comfortable before settling down. 

I'm about to drift off to sleep once again when I feel something hard pressed against my back. Merlin, is that?

"Fred? What are you doing?" I whisper into the darkness. 

"What? I'm not doing anything." he replies, sleepily.

"Well, part of you is." I murmur, my cheeks heating as I reference his erection digging into my back. 

"Oh Merlin, I'm sorry." he says, shifting away from me slightly when he realizes what I'm talking about. Although, he can't move that far away from me without risking falling off the bed.

I take a deep breathe before getting off the bed. "I'll just head to the washroom for a bit, and let you take care of that. Make it go away or something." I say hurriedly before rushing out of the room.