Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE -

The Prefect

Emmie woke up the next morning to see Ginny and Hermione's beds empty. She stretched and yawned, "morning," a voice spoke from the doorway, she looked over to see Fred, he was standing there with wet hair and just a towel around his waist, Emmie looked at his body for a second before looking back to his face, "where is everyone?"
"Downstairs in the drawing room trying to get rid of a Boggart," he replied, "oh right,"
"D'you mind if I come in?" He asked, "no, do you want to borrow some clothes?" She replied laughing.
Fred sat on the bed at her feet, "if you want me to tell my mum that we broke up I can,"
"No, no it's alright," Emmie smiled, "good, I like being your pretend boyfriend,"
She laughed as she sat up next to him, "do you think it's going to be like last time?" She asked as she traced over the freckles on his back with her finger. "What?" He asked, "the war, You-Know-Who. Do you think it's going to happen again?"
"I don't know. I don't think anyone does," he replied.
"Helpful," she said sarcastically, "shut up," he laughed pushing her lightly.
Emmie bowed her head as she laughed and, when she lifted it back up, her face was only inches away from Fred's. She could feel his breath as her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and then he leant in. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly as his lips landed on hers and his tongue ran along her teeth. They kissed before, of course, when they were dating but this felt different, less innocent than before. His hand, which was once on her waist, made its way onto her thigh making her giggle slightly as he rubbed it up and down. Then he moved his hand up, inside her pajama shorts as she kissed down his neck making his breath heavier.
All of a sudden they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Emmie broke from Fred instantly. "Mum said lunch is ready," Ginny said entering the room, "we'll be down in a second," Fred replied.
Ginny left the room and ran back down stairs so Fred leant in for more but Emmie shook her head, "What happened to taking things slow?"
"Right," he replied.
She stood up and walked towards the door before turning back to him, "you go on," he said, "I need to get dressed."

She walked into the kitchen and sat down next to Ginny, "sorry I didn't help with the Boggart," said Emmie as Mrs Weasley placed a huge tray loaded with sandwiches and cake on its tip, "it's okay dear," she replied, "did you have a nice lie in?"
"Yeah,"
Ginny scoffed and Mrs Weasley and Emmie turned to look at her, "oh erm sorry."
"Where's Fred got to?" Mrs Weasley asked, "oh he's getting dressed," the whole table turned to look at Emmie and she realised her mistake, "from the shower, he was having a shower and now he's getting dressed," she blushed and Ginny smiled at her.

*

It was a few days later and everyone was waiting in the kitchen for Harry and Mr Weasley to return from the Ministry where they had gone for his hearing about the use of underage magic.
They heard the door open and Ron's voice shout, "I knew it, you always get away with stuff!"
They entered the kitchen and Fred, George and Emmie started to do a kind of war dance to a chant that went:
"He got off, he got off, he got off..."
"That's enough! Settle down!" Shouted Mr Weasley, though he too was smiling. "Listen Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry -"
"What?" Asked Sirius sharply.
"He got off, he got off, he got off..."
"Be quiet you three! Yes we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine and then they went to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."
"Absolutely," said Sirius, "we'll tell him don't worry."
"He got off, he got off, he got off..."
"That's enough - Fred - George - Emmie!" Shouted Mrs Weasley, "Harry dear come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly are breakfast."

*

More days past and it was almost the end the summer holidays. "We were wondering who set the Slinkhard book," said Fred, "Dumbledore must have found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Emmie replied, "about time," said George.
"What d'you mean?" Harry asked, "well we overheard mum and dad talking a few weeks back," Fred told Harry, "and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year."
"Not surprising, is it, when you look at what happened to the last four?" Said George.
"One sacked, one dead, one's memory removed and one locked in a trunk for nine months," Harry counted them off on his fingers, "yeah I see what you mean."
"What's up with you Ron?" Asked Emmie. Ron was just standing very still with his mouth slightly open, gaping at a letter from Hogwarts.
"What's the matter?" Said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment.
Fred's mouth fell open, too.
"Prefect?" He said staring at the letter, "prefect?"
George leapt forwards, seized the envelope from Ron's other hand and turned it upside down. Something scarlet and gold fell into his palm.
"No way," he spoke in a hushed voice.
"There's been a mistake," said Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron's grasp and holding it up to the light as though checking for a watermark, "no one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect."

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