ARRANGED | FRED WEASLEY

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄

❝ 𝑵𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓.❞ — 𝑯𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒓

TW: sexual content

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While kissing Lilith, almost drinking off her the sweet flavour of her lips, Fred opened her legs slowly, making sure she was comfortable with it, and positioned himself in between them so he could feel her even closer.

Lilith, who felt covered in the passionate warmth coming from Fred, inviting her to forget every thought that could roam her mind at that moment, welcomed him as the excitement consumed her along with the feeling of melting in Fred's arms.

Even if she wanted to deny it, the truth was that Fred had the power of turning Lilith on like fire on a match. Her hands travelled through his naked torso as he pressed himself more against her so she could feel the effect she had on him through his grey sweatpants.

Fred interlaced his hands with hers and pinned them above her head, to slowly separate from her and observe, proudly, the mess he had turned Lilith into. The way her eyes shined begging for more, her deep and fast breathing, her swollen lips — all of that formed the most beautiful work of art Fred had ever witnessed, and the butterflies in his stomach could very much corroborate it.

"You can't imagine how much I like to see you this ruined," Fred murmured, a little smirk growing on his lips.

"Please," Lilith snorted, with a soft hoarse hint in her voice, making it sound deeper, that drove shivers through Fred's spine. "If anyone here is ruined, that's you, Freddie."

"At least I don't deny the obvious," he played back, spreading delicate and wet kisses on the skin of her neck, moving slowly his hips so she could feel his hard erection, making her softly pant. "How was that phrase that you told me in our 7th year? 'You'd never be able to turn me on', and look now," he scoffed, quoting her own words.

Lilith blinked surprised at the fact that Fred remembered such a conversation, but also did she, and very vividly.

"You are too full of yourself, Arambella," he had said, after one of the many arguments in the middle of the corridor back at Hogwarts, looking at her with that arrogant smile that made her want to punch it out of his face. 

"Says the one who walks by this school thinking he is the best fuck to ever exist," Lilith had rolled her eyes, already annoyed, "We are on different levels, Weasley. Learn your place."

"Aw, already got your knickers in a twist?" he scoffed, arching one of his eyebrows, "I'm starting to think arguing with me is a kink of yours, honey," his mates had laughed and that stupid joke, but he had ignored them.

"In your dreams, perhaps. I thought my girlfriend was my number one fan but I suppose you just took her place. Bless you," she fakely pouted, as if she pitied him.

"...And to think I genuinely thought Parkinson had fucked the bitch out of you, Arambella," he smiled, not feeling offended by Lilith's previous comment. "I would do it, but I still have some standards so I wouldn't even touch you with the end of a stick..."