Switching Sides | Cedric Diggory vs. Fred Weasley

Chapter 41: the Sleepover

Millie and Fred sat in his bed late Thursday night. George had been a great help orchestrating distractions for the group so they could spend time together. He'd privately scolded Fred, saying he'd just started to get over her and this was ruining all his progress, but he was ultimately happy for them since everything seemed to be working out well so far.

"Let's just tell Lee," Fred asked, smirking as Millie sat straddling him on his bed. He played with her fingers, looking up at her lust struck. "Then you can stay here all the time,"

"Lee Jordan?" she giggled. "He'd announce it at the game tomorrow if he knew,"

"You're not wrong," Fred chuckled.

Millie couldn't take her eyes off him. The nightside table beside his bed was dimly lit and the red of his hair was glimmering against it. His warm freckles were dotted across the pale canvas of his otherwise clear skin. Millie ran her fingers down his jaw, feeling the sharp edges surrounding his face as he smiled softly at her.

"We'll tell him with everyone else once we figure everything out, just like you said," she smiled back, leaning down so their noses were barely touching. "Plus, it's kinda fun sneaking around with you again,"

He smirked, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her lips down to meet his.

For the past week they'd been sneaking kisses in empty classrooms and corridors, silently flirting with each other across rooms and tables, and staying with each other when their friends absences gave them the chance.

"George and Lee will probably stay out late for the party of whichever house wins tomorrow," Fred stated. "Come stay here with me,"

"I can't," she frowned. "Paisley and I are having a sleepover,"

Fred's face was suddenly serious. "Paisley?" he groaned. "You guys are still friends?"

"If I'm not with you guys, I'm usually with her," she stated. "You need to give her a chance,"

"Tell me you don't really believe you did this to yourself," he pleaded, running a thumb across her cheek, sending chills down her face and neck.

"I do," she said. "And I wish you would stop thinking she was guilty,"

"It's not that I think she's guilty," he sighed. "It's that I know you're innocent,"

"Shouldn't you be happy I was obliviated?" she frowned, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. "I'm never going to forgive myself for how I treated you,"

"I'll never be happy you got cursed, it fucks with your brain," he whispered, rubbing her back. "And you're beating yourself up over something you don't even remember,"

"But you remember," she mumbled, tears forming in her eye lids.

"It's okay now, princess," he kissed her shoulder. "I'm okay now...hell, I'm better than okay,"

"That doesn't make what I did any less hurtful to you,"

"Sure, maybe you're right, but you're mine again. You're mine and I'm yours and that's all that matters. If we're gonna make this work we can't keep living in the past,"

"I know," she sniffled, pulling herself back up. "You're right. I'm sorry, I just can't imagine how you felt,"

"You don't have to," he smiled. "I don't feel that way anymore,"

"You know I love you, right?" she whispered. "More than you'll ever understand,"

"I know," he said, his thumb slowly running over her bottom lip. "And I love you right back. Just as much. Maybe a bit more,"