❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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EVERYTHING HAD SUDDENLY went downhill the moment the months had turned to June. Having been confined to the Gryffindor common room, the end of term couldn't come fast enough. Rebecca took to staying within the lion's den as many times as she could to escape Umbridge's calls and tries for yet another Veritaserum-laced meeting. Even with her NEWTs approaching in just two weeks, she kept to the dormitory and hid out while beginning her revisions when there weren't anymore lessons. The decrees and forced meetings amongst the other students kept on though – Umbridge trying her best to catch someone else who'd willingly give her evidence on the whereabouts of Albus Dumbledore.
Luckily enough, Marietta was still far too ashamed in her spots and boils to say a single word; her too, seemingly sticking to the shadows to remain away from the Headmistress' claws. Erica too, had yet to regain her voice – the double hex from Hermione working like a dream and Kingsley's Confundus charm keeping her from spilling anymore on the DA.
"Aren't you bored in here all day?" A voice questioned teasingly from the doorway.
Quickly pulling the end of her quill away from her mouth – having been too entranced in memorizing another set of tomes to notice she began chewing absentmindedly on it – Rebecca looked up at once, flashing a sheepish smile at the sight of her boyfriend leaning against the doorframe. Fred stepped into the dormitory, kicking off his shoes once close enough and happily crawling into his already-occupied bed beneath the corner of the blanket she had pulled back for him. He tucked himself in, now propped up against the headboard before he was leaning forward to circle his arms around her waist and tug her backwards and into his embrace.
"You didn't answer my question." He uttered into her skin, pressing a feathery kiss to the side of her neck before resting his chin atop her shoulder.
"No," Rebecca let out quietly, her eyes still set upon the list of rune translations and their definitions that she was adding to, "I don't get that bored by staying in here all day – why?"
"No reason."
"Fred Weasley –"
"Yes, my love?" He hummed, grinning innocently as his fingertips crept under the hem of the t-shirt she had snagged from his dresser.
"I know you," Rebecca insisted simply, grabbing the wrists of his wandering hands to settle them on her waist, "and I know you don't just ask things for nothing," She eyed him suspiciously, "So, be a doll, and tell me why you're asking."
"Have I ever told you that I find you absolutely alluring?" Fred questioned instead, allowing her to twist around in his loosened grasp so she now rest her head atop her folded arms splayed on his chest.
