pull me deep - a love triangle

Garden of Eden

(playlist of songs to listen to while reading in bio) :)

CW: SMUT 

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The week dragged on. The nightmares never ceased. By Friday afternoon, she felt as if she was only floating through the hallways in a daze. When she was younger she'd been prone to sleepwalking, and her state of mind felt similar enough to that that she sometimes had to pinch herself just to be sure everything wasn't a dream.

she was walking to Potions class, books and cauldron in hand, when George passed by and shoved a torn piece of parchment into her palm.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Beats me." He replied. "I'm only the messenger."

It read;

I'm afraid you won't be making it to potions class today, love.
Change into something you can move around in and meet me on the training grounds in fifteen.
F-

Fifteen minutes? Fifteen minutes to go back to her dorm, change clothes entirely, and make it all the way to the training grounds?

Without a second thought about it, she turned on her heel and walked with a bit more pep in her step. she shed her uniform and redressed into a pair of running shorts, tank top, and some old hightop converse

On the training grounds were first years taking their beginner's flying lessons. Some of them were naturals. They'd be on the quidditch team by next year, filling up all the empty spots of students that were now adults and being thrust into an unforgiving world.

On the outer edge of the greenery, she spied Fred in a pair of grey joggers and a well fitted t-shirt. It was impossible to not steal a second glance, her eyes wandering over his form.

And Fred noticed her, too. He stretched his arms far above his head, allowing his shirt to rise up on his torso, showing off the taut V of his muscles.

"Taking in the view, whitlock?" He grinned.

she'd been caught red handed.

"i haven't been in potions for the last two days, i'm not sure this is a good idea."

Fred snickered as she approached him. "Don't worry, darling, I can tutor you privately if you're so worried about it."

she looked over her shoulder toward the castle. "I'm on a thin rope, Fred. Skipping Snape's class is bound to have me expelled."

"Yet here you are." He sang while offering his arm. 

she viewed his arm much like she had his hand days prior. Except this time it was akin to a rope, craving the flesh of her throat and the desire to ring her out to dry.

This time, she accepted — instantly regretting the decision she'd made.

her lungs caved in and then folded out. her vision became a mixture of black and white warping around her and it felt as if she was being simultaneously ripped apart and then stitched back together again. she couldn't have screamed if she wanted to as all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the universe.

And before she even knew it had begun, it was over. her lungs gasped for breath like a fish out of water, hands clutching her chest and feeling your skin just to make sure that she was still whole.

"What? Never apparated before?" Fred asked.

"No, you ass!" she choked. "In the states we can't learn it until we're eighteen!"

Eventually, her heart settled and she finally got the chance to take a look around. The view was astonishing; snow capped mountains as far as the eye could see with rushing rivers flowing through them. Not a soul existed for miles.