Only Battle Scars Left (DracoxReader)

⚠️Shower Thoughts⚠️

Word Count: 1292
     
      I woke up the next morning confused as to where I was. That was until I turned and saw Fred laying beside me. Half of his shirtless body hung off of the bed. His breath was heavy.
         I gasped at the sight. His pink lips were slightly ajar and his freckles glistened in the morning sunlight.

"Fred," I whispered, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"Mmm,"

"Wake up."

"Mmm," he groaned.
        I silently walked over to the door and it squeaked as I slowly opened it. I winced, hoping I didn't wake anyone.

"(Y/n)," he groaned.

"What!" I whisper shouted.

"Lay here with me. Just for a few more seconds. Even if it's just for one," he managed to say through his tiredness.
         I felt the color leave my face. I walked back over to the bed and threw the covers over us both. I laid on my side facing toward him.

"Has anyone ever told you you look gorgeous in the mornings?" Fred asked.

"Smelly breath and all?" I smirked.
         I got a smile out of him.

"Smelly breath and all," he repeated in his raspy morning voice.

"I should sneak back into Ginny's room before your mother finds out I crashed here. I don't think she would be too happy."
He saluted as I walked down the stairs to Ginny's room. When I walked in, no one was there.

"Ginny?" I called. No answer.

"Ron?" I said as I knocked on the door of his room. I opened the door and all that welcomed me was an unmade bed.
I walked back to Fred's bedroom.

"Fred there's no one else in the house."
He shot out of his bed and grabbed the alarm to click on his bedside table.

"Shit its noon," he whispered under his breath. "Maybe they went out. Well, might as well make the most of it," he shrugged. "Breakfast?"

We went downstairs and into the kitchen.

"I have not made a single thing in my life," Fred stated.

"Of course you haven't. Pancakes?"

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1,000,000 dirty dishes and pancake batter fights later, we sat down and had our breakfast.

"Serious talent this takes," Fred told me as he stabbed his stack of pancakes. "I'm lucky to have you here."

"You are very lucky," I raised my eyebrows.

"So your birthday is coming up. What do you want?"

"You don't have to get me anything...but..."

"But...go on."

"But if you really wanted to you could get me a candle. Preferably one that smells like..." I hesitated. "Mahogany teakwood?"
The scent reminded me of Draco.

"Got it," Fred said as he pretended to write it down.

FRED POV:

I stared as she got up from the table at set her plate in the sink. She cleared my plate as well and began washing them.

"Don't you remember? They can wash themselves," I reminded her.

"There's nothing wrong with feeling tidy," she shrugged and continued washing.
Suddenly, the plates shot out of their sink and shattered on the floor. I ran over, moving her out of the way.