Lemon Grass and Sleep

HUMILIATION IS MY MIDDLE NAME

I laid on the couch with my back to the room as I stared at the cushions. My face was boiling hot and everything felt stuffy, and Fred was just over there sitting at the desk like he hadn't just done something as humiliating as jerking me off when all I'd wanted was a nap!

"I quite like this room, I think we should come often," he remarked, glancing back at me with a sly smirk.

He wasn't worthy of a response, I only glared at him before rolling back over to face the couch once more. The feel of his eyes on my back made my skin crawl, and I desperately wanted him to turn around and focus on his studies.

"When you pout like that, it's cute," Fred teased, burying his nose in his textbook before I could turn around and give him a piece of my mind.

"Would you stop calling me that?" Not only did it make me feel like I wasn't as man as he was simply because of...well, but it also kept making me remember the feeling of--you know--when he said...you know...

"I call it like I see it, if you don't want to be called cute then don't be cute."

"It wasn't cute it-it-" I huffed out an irritated breath, "It was embarrassing, that's what it was."

"Maybe on your end..." He mumbled, scooting his chair closer to the desk.

"I have no idea how we're all going to study in here without me remembering what just happened," I confessed aloud.

"Ah, we're all going to have a study party in here tonight then?"

"That was the plan, but I might just tell Glinda I lost the room and we can't."

"Keep it all to ourselves, will we?" Fred taunted, a teasing lilt tainting his voice.

"That's..." I felt my cheeks heat up at what he was insinuating, "That isn't what I meant and you know it."

"I do, you're just so much fun to tease. You make it so easy," he laughed, flipping the pages of his book. I couldn't even tell if he was actually studying at this point.

"I certainly do not," I countered, closing my eyes and roughly digging my head into the pillow.

"Mm," he hummed.

I didn't have to try too hard to go to sleep, at that point I must've been awake for well over a day and it had taken its toll. That crackling fire and the sound of Fred flipping pages and taking notes put me to sleep in a matter of minutes--even if my mind was preoccupied with a certain someone.

"Soot," a soft voice woke me from my nap along with a gentle shake. "You've got to wake up, it's time for dinner."

"Dinner?" I said, confused. "It's only two in the afternoon."

"Afraid not, you've been asleep for a long while."

"I'm not quite hungry," I waived him off, rolling back over.

"Not a very convincing argument," he mumbled, shuffling around the room.

My eyes slid shut again quickly, relishing in the warmth of the knitted blanket. The wind was knocked out of me when suddenly a heavy body threw itself onto me.

"Fred!" I called out as the air was smushed out of my lungs.

"Are you awake now?" He happily chatted like he wasn't crushing me.

Air flowed into my lungs greedily as I blinked open to find him hovering just above me. I hadn't realized he had put me in such a position again, and with the look he was giving me, he had planned it.

"Do you mind?" Fred asked softly, glancing down to my lips.

"No," my face reddened as he leaned in and kissed me softly.

I don't think I'd ever be able to get over Fred switching up on me so quickly like this--one minute he'd be relentlessly teasing me and then the next get all soft and gentle. It gave me whiplash sometimes, but I guess I shouldn't be complaining.

"We can't do this again," I muttered as his hands got a bit too enthusiastic about my trousers. "If we're missing from dinner, George and Glinda will give me hell."

"Mm, I don't think so," he smiled against my lips before stealing another kiss.

And you know what? Shockingly, I was right. Again.

"The two lovebirds coming to dinner late, wonder whatever it is they were up to..." Glinda remarked, raising her eyebrows and smirking.

"It truly is a mystery," George played along.

Today we were sitting at the Gryffindor table with the twins, which earned us a few odd looks, but nobody could really tell who belonged to which house unless they paid very close attention.

"I was showing Fred that room I mentioned earlier," my face heated up despite my best efforts to keep cool. "He thinks it's a room that doesn't show up on the map, like it's charmed or something."

"It's in that area where people would sometimes just vanish, you remember?" He asked George, whose face lit up with recognition.

"That's odd, we'll need to run some tests I suppose."

"Plenty of time to do that after O.W.L.s, boys," Glinda reminded them.

"Yes, yes, of course," Fred said, shooting a sly look toward George.

The two G's reacted to the room similarly to how Fred and I did, with amazement and a bit of confusion.

"So you've got to walk by it a couple times?" Glinda asked, hanging her robe on a coat rack I hadn't seen in the room before. "That's a pretty silly form of protection."

"Well, that's the only way I've been able to get it to show up," I responded, glancing around the room to see a few noticeable changes.

For one, it had gotten even bigger, there were now two couches and an arm chair, and the fireplace was also seemingly larger with an even more enthusiastic fire. There was now a wall of bookcases against the left wall and the window had grown to cover the entire wall. Rather than a spacious desk, there was now a table with four chairs tucked into the corner with space enough for us all to spread out evenly.

"It looks different," Fred spoke my thoughts aloud simply, "That's odd, isn't it?"

"Quite odd," I mumbled, eyes scanning over the differences in silent thought. "Almost like it's adjusting to us."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it gave us a table with exactly four chairs, and even more books. Like it knew we were all four coming to study or something. And there's even another couch so now all of us could sit if we wanted."

"Hm, interesting indeed," he muttered.

"What's even more interesting is N.E.W.T. level classes," Glinda fussed, shoving the two of us toward the table. "Get on with it, open your books."

"Yes, ma'am," Fred laughed, taking a seat next to me.

The four of us quietly began reading over our textbooks, I personally chose to double down on charms since that was the exam I was supposed to have tomorrow.

However, a hand placed itself squarely on my thigh, making me jump and look to my right sharply. Of course, it was Fred Weasley not giving me a single moment of peace.