Diving Into You | Fred Weasley

40 | Kiss it Better

A/N: ⚠️ Smut Warning. Graphic sexual content. If you are uncomfortable with those scenes feel free to skip those parts.

Naia had been in the Room of Requirement more times than she could count. She expected the inside to resemble the training room... or perhaps even the mini-waterfall set-up Fred had prepared for her a few times before.

But this was completely different.

The room was dimmed, the ceiling enchanted to show more stars in the sky than she could ever see if she took a look outside. There were still plants clad in the walls and sides, with the waterfall. But instead of the hard stone that mimicked the natural rock structure, it was a rustic and tiled wall fountain that flowed down to a clean pool of glowing water, with steps and flowers floating on the surface. She was hit by the relaxing scent of vanilla and lavender and noticed the candles that lined the edge of the water and sides of the room.

And before the water pool, right smack in the center of the room was none other than her boyfriend, still clad in his jumper and slacks, laying on a soft bed taking down his notes in concentration.

"Fred?" Naia said, walking in awe as she looked around the room. Fred looked up immediately and released a wide grin, getting up from his position and walking up to her. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips. "Welcome to our welcome back party."

"This looks more like a romantic rendezvous to me," Naia beamed, dropping her school bag and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Mmmm, you're right it does seem more like that," Fred mumbled, pecking her lips and picking her up in his arms bridal style. She squealed happily as he walked them to the bed and dropped them both on it, with him resting above her.

"Your schedule looked so shit, I thought you'd need some relaxing afterwards." Fred said, pecking her lips and looking into her eyes. His smile suddenly dropped as he noticed the slight redness to them. "What's wrong, bunny? What happened?" Naia cursed her appearance for giving her away. "It's nothing,"

"What did she do in your detention?" Fred asked, his eyes darkening. He traced his fingers tenderly against her hair and cheek. Naia found herself sighing and leaning into his comforting touch. "Nothing, Freddie. I don't want to think about it anymore." She went to hold his hand in hers but that only drew his attention to her bandage.

Shit.

"What is this? What happened?" Fred asked frantically, cradling her injured hand in his and examining the bloody bandages. "Did she... did she do this to you?" Fred asked darkly.

Naia pulled her hand away. "It's alright, Freddie-"

"That wench had the audacity to mar your skin!? That's abuse!" He boomed angrily, grabbing her hand again. "Did you even go to have it treated?"

"No," Naia looked away. "We didn't want to give her the satisfaction."

"Naia, she carved your skin!" Fred said with so much anger. He was livid. Naia had only seen this side of him that day he and Pucey got into that fight, but he couldn't help it. He was so angry that someone had purposely done this to her. After hearing and seeing her screams when he had burst into Moody's office last school year, he never wanted to see her in pain again.

She widened her eyes as his ears went red in anger and his jaw clenched in a menacing expression. "It's not a big deal, Freddie. I'm fine-"

"Well, I'm not fine with it." He said, "What did she do to you exactly?"

Naia hesitated before answering. "She had an enchanted quill. Harry and I were instructed to do lines," she said, as Fred began to unwrap the bandage. "She made me write 'I must not disrespect my superiors,' and when we wrote on the paper, well..."