Serpentine ; Fred Weasley

Fourteen

Mature content

It was in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep.

I had tried reading but all the books I had with me at Hogwarts were books that Felix and I would read together.

Everyone in my dorm were asleep and I wish I was as well but every time I tried, I'd start crying because I couldn't stop thinking about Felix.

I needed a distraction.

Getting up from my bed, I threw the book on top of it and left the room, quietly closing the door behind me.

I made my way down the hallway and out from the girls dormitories, seeing a familiar red head sit on the sofa in the common room.

Once I got down the stairs, I approached him and he seemed to notice someone else was here.

He turned to look at me from over his shoulder, a smile spreading on his face when we locked eyes.

"Hey." He said. "Couldn't sleep?"

I shrugged and walked around the sofa, throwing myself next to him.

"Sleep is overrated." I sighed, closing my eyes as I leaned my head back.

I heard him chuckle before I opened my eyes again to see what he was doing.

He was sitting with his beaters bat, rolling it around in his hand while looking at it. His jaw was slightly clenched and I tried to think about who he was currently imagining beating up with it.

"You remember how you owe me a favour, right?" I asked and he looked at me again, his expression softening.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Thought of something, have you?"

I shrugged.

"I need a distraction. All I can think about is Felix."

Fred hummed in response, putting his bat down against the sofa before turning his body towards me.

"He doesn't deserve to be on your pretty mind." He grinned. "I can help with the distraction."

He rolled the sleeves of his jumper up, eyeing me shortly before scooting closer to me.

"Just to be sure, you are talking about the offer I made in the cupboard?" He asked, and I nodded slowly, watching his face.

He smiled cheekily, leaning his elbow on the back of the sofa, brushing his fingers over my cheekbone.

"Say the words." He grinned.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I want to hear you ask me to get you off."

Sighing, I shoved his hand away from my face.

"Will you please distract me by getting me off?"

His smile widened and he dragged a finger across my stomach right under where my crop top ended.

"Of course, pretty girl." He said. "What do you want, eh? My mouth? ...or my fingers?"

I inhaled sharply when he dragged his pinky finger against the waistband of my shorts.

"I don't know." My voice came out weak and Fred raised his eyebrows at me.

"You don't know? Don't tell me Larch never went down on you, or fingered you?"

"No, he did!" I hurried to say. "He just never asked me what I wanted so it was always automatic, always the same routine basically."

Fred snickered.