They call me a criminal

Chapter 27

I smiled as Fred shut the classroom door behind us, and I was set onto a desk. Our eyes connected and I felt his hand on my thigh. Chills were sent through my body as he gently ran his hand all the way up, to my lips. I gripped the side of his face pushing our foreheads together. Slowly he tipped his face up connecting our lips. I forced my head up as well crashing my lips against his. I felt his hand running through my hair, and his mouth slid down to my neck.

He carefully took my shirt off, and I did the same for him. "You're beautiful love." I tipped my head back allowing him to continue kissing my neck. His hot breath against my skin was making me nervous, a good nervous. Butterflies filled my stomach as he slid my jeans off. I pushed myself back, and Fred slowly crept on top of me. I bit my lip, holding onto Fred as if my life depended on it.

He let out a big breath, and I did the same laying back on the desk. He bent over kissing me again, I laughed still trying to catch my breath. "Pass me my clothes." He stood me up grinning at my body, "I'm one lucky guy." I gently hit him, and Fred spun me around clasping my bra together at the back. He then pulled my shirt back over. I grabbed my jeans putting those on myself. "Ready love?" I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. He held me tightly rocking us back and forth. I looked up staring at him, "you're perfect." He laughed, "you going soft now?"

He dragged me to the common room where I was first met by Harry. "You're alright?" I nodded, "of course I am." He nodded, "you didn't have to do that for me or Sirius." I smiled, "Harry I wasn't going to let you lose him." He sighed, "I finally got my answers." I nudged him, "that's a good thing Harry." He agreed, "I just don't feel any better." I shrugged, "I don't think anyone expected you to." We looked over at everyone by the fireplace. "I hope you find out your truth." I smiled, "I'm going to." Harry smirked, "you should really take a look at your hair before you come back with Fred." I quickly ran my hands through it, and followed Harry over to everyone.

"We're going home tomorrow," Hermione smiled. I looked down, I didn't know where I was going tomorrow. We stayed up almost all night, by the time we went to bed it was just about time to wake back up for the train.

I finished getting ready the next morning, and saw everyone down in the common room all ready. My stomach felt like it had a hole in in, but I wasn't ready to ask any of them for help. I wanted to try and figure everything out myself. What happened last summer was still haunting me, I boarded the train sitting in my usual compartment except Fred and George joined us this time.

I put my legs in Fred's lap leaning my head against his chest. "You alright love?" He whispered. I looked up at him and smiled, "of course."

Once the train approached the station, I gathered my trunk, and bag. I followed everyone off the train pulling Fred aside. "I'll write to you often, I love you so much." He pushed my hair back kissing me gently, "I love you too. Are you sure you're alright?" I nodded, "I'm fine, hopefully I'll see you?" He smiled, "of course your going to see me this summer." I picked up my bags, "bye Fred."

Outside of the station I found a cab, asking it to take me to my old house.

As we pulled up I paid the man grabbing all of my things. It still looked empty, I opened up the gates standing out front just staring at the house.

I left my bags outside making my way inside. The floor felt like I was walking on ice, as it usually did in this house. I closed my eyes and flashbacks played. My mum falling, their arguments, Snape. Pansy sliding down the wall holding back her cries. They continued until I truly couldn't take it anymore.

"JUST STOP." I screamed. I hit the wall angrily. "Just make it all stop." Everything was exactly how we had left it. No one had made any effort to sell this place. I kicked the kitchen door open sitting down in the exact spot I was in that night. I pulled my knees up to my chest, staring at the wall. "Fuck this house," I whispered closing my eyes.