Ms. Protector (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 46: Red Fever

Y/n's POV:

I laid on my bed, I could hear (y/o/n) snoring gently as they slept by the perch. I've been in my charms class. Now, it was my first free period of the day. I have two and am waiting for Fred for his first.

Umbridge seemed to hold the grudge on me because she came up to me during breakfast and told me that I was to go to detention by Friday after classes.

Fred turned to me slowly, with a huge smile, the food on his mouth was disgustingly escaping the wider his lips stretched. All he said was, good job, and nudged me on my sides. Weirdo.

I sat up and craned my neck around the room I've had for couple of years now. How I realized it's blandness. The sheets were gray. The carpet dark. And I barely kept things neat.

An idea came to mind. I tied my hair up into a messy bun. My blazer and robe were now off me and hung inside my closet. Sleeves were rolled up and I loosened my neck tie, then unbuttoned two buttons. I began to spend my hour rearranging and replacing my furniture.

It was far better than just staring up at the ceiling of my four post bed. Sweat ran down my neck and my breathing was ragged through the air. I kept my face away from the door as I pushed the burnt orange recliner, aligned to the sofa when the door swung open.

"Woah—" The door shut, "What a sight."

I turned around to see Fred with a devious smile, leaning against the door as his arms crossed. Heat slowly approached my face. I forgot that I was still wearing my skirt and was bending too far down to push the recliner.

Shameless. Pervert. Prick. I said to him in his mind as the words failed to escape out of my lips. I still was exhausted and breathing raggedly so only that was the noise that rang between us (except y/o/n's snores).

Fred choked a laugh and walked over to me, placing a hand by my waist and the other wiping off the thin layer of sweat off my face. "Of all things you could do, you chose to rearrange your room. You could've waited for me so I could help you push things around." His face was soft, his lips were all gathered on one side of his face, but the playfulness was still in his tone.

"I could do it myself. It wasn't that hard." I exclaimed between huffs of air and a smile. I decided to ignore his teasing, he gains more whenever I do acknowledge it.

He rolled his eyes and made me sit down on the recliner, grabbing a glass of water and handed it to me. He squatted in front of me. "I didn't say you can't, I just said I can help." Fred leaned and pecked on my lips before completely standing up. I almost choked from the water.

"I must admit, it does look refreshing." He frowned as his eyes rested on the beds. "Why are the beds so close?" He turned to me, "We can't have privacy if George's bed is too close to ours."

The throw pillow smacked his face, and mine was as red as the color of it. "Stop! You're so dirty." I laughed, folding my legs up to my chest.

Fred only laughed in response and scooped me off the seat. He replaced me and had me rest on his lap, sitting sideways. "I'm serious." He whispered close to my ear, enough to send shivers down my spine and my back to straighten.

"What are you on today? You're... too—"

My breathing stopped, evacuated, once his lips were buried on my neck. I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed that my neck was barely dry from sweat and that he was kissing it or be completely embarrassed for yelping from the coldness of those lips. Soft and yet rough that it felt like there was no way I could ever learn how to breathe again.