The Queen of Vipers || Fred Weasley

II.X

Electra left the Hufflepuff common room considerably buzzed.

She didn't want to admit it, but Charlie's words had weighed on her. Enough that she downed a bottle of red wine to herself to get them off her mind. Though not before seeking out Hadeon.

Now Electra hummed Because the Night and she swayed to the music in her head as she headed down the halls. Midnight struck a few minutes ago, and although she was meant to meet Hadeon by the shore of the lake by then, she took her sweet time making her way to him. She was sure he was at a celebration of his own anyway.

Her head swam as she swung around a column of one of the arches in the Clocktower Courtyard. A delirious giggle bubbled up her throat. Okay, so maybe she was a little more than buzzed.

Electra went back to humming her song for only a split second before something made her falter in her step. She wasn't alone. And by the sound of it, she wasn't welcome.

A devious grin pulled at her lips. Moments like this, she loved being a prefect. Electra followed the sounds of swapping spit, and froze.

The red hair was unmistakable, even with the Beauxbaton girl's fingers tangled in it.

Electra's blood ran cold.

There, against the wall was Fred Weasley and some Beauxbatons girl pressed up against each other, her legs wrapped around Fred's waist. Electra needed to look away, but she couldn't.

The girl's hands ran though Fred's hair, tousling it wildly as her head fell back into the wall, Fred kissing along her neck and chest, the brunette girl moaning softly as he did so. She brought his face back to hers and he groaned into her kiss.

Electra felt butterflies flutter low in her core as she fixated on Fred's groan; the huskiness of it, how it resonated to her very bones. Even his voice was—

Electra snapped herself back to reality before the thought could fully form. She turned on her heel and darted out of the courtyard and onto the greens as fast as she could. Blood rushed to her cheeks.

So he could mess around as much as he pleased, but Electra wasn't allowed to have anyone? How convenient for him.

She stomped towards the Durmstrang ship, mumbling obscenities under her breath. If she could picture herself then, her head would be steaming with anger as if she'd just taken Pepperup Potion, much like a cartoon character.

That hypocrite! And here I was thinking about offering him a chance to apologize. Fat fucking chance now, Fred Weasley. Where the fuck is Hadeon?

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Hadeon surely mistook Electra's anger for passion, and he was thoroughly enjoying it.

He pressed his hips against hers and pinned her harder against the tree. They were pretty deep in the Forbidden Forest, far enough that no one would be able to see or hear them at least. Not the most practical of makeout points, but fuck it, it worked for tonight.

Hadeon gripped her thigh wrapped around his middle so tight, he was nearly ripping her tights with his nails. Their kisses were frenzied and full of lust. Electra tugged and pulled at his blood red robes with her hands. His cape had already been discarded on the forest floor as well as Electra's cloak.

Hadeon flicked his tongue across her lips before diving back into another deep kiss. It sent a shiver down her spine and she moaned into his mouth. He grabbed her ass and squeezed hard, pulling her closer to him still. She moved her hips against his and he groaned into her mouth.

She suddenly thought of Fred's groan when he was kissing that Beauxbatons girl. Her stomach didn't do what it had earlier when she'd made Hadeon make that noise.