Sarah Copper made Fred Weasley's pulse race. There was something about the confidence that did it for him.
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"So, Sarah - " George began.
"We were hoping we could have your help?" Fred continued, draping an arm on the back of the sofa.
"Sure...
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TW // knives, blood, being cut by knife, nightmare
Sarah lay on cool tiles, with the bright light bulb shining above her. She could feel hands running down her sides, over and under her thighs.
She knew this memory, as it was something that she thought about often. This was the memory of her losing her virginity in the bathroom of Grimmauld Place.
Fred casted a shadow over her, as he leant in for a kiss. Sarah obliged, and for a moment, everything was as it should be. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely, and his rested on her waist.
He pulled away, the bathroom light shining like a halo behind him. He smiled, as he always did. Sarah was filled with the same familiarity that she always felt when he smiled. He truly was a comfort to her. Whether he knew this or not was unknown to Sarah.
"What?" Sarah inquired, as his brown eyes had been squinting at her for a moment.
In the real memory, Fred had said something sappy like "You're pretty."
In this dream, he said something else.
"Doesn't this bathroom remind you of somewhere?" Fred asked, a brow raised.
Sarah spared a glance at the cool, black tiles that lined the walls and floor. Fred was right, this place was eerily famillar. She also knew what they had been doing in this memory, and turned back to Fred with a smile.
"I suppose so. Now, weren't you doing something?" Sarah asked suggestively, hoping to keep the momentum up.
Fred wasn't looking at her anymore, much to her dismay. He was looking at the cool, black tiles.
"Fred?" Sarah asked in a silly tone of voice, giving his freckle-dusted shoulders a squeeze.
"I'm being serious, Sarah. This place, you'll know where we are," Fred rolled off her, and scrambled to his feet.
Sarah leaned on her elbow, staring up at him with disappointment, "We're in Grimmauld Place, Fred. Don't you remember?"
Fred shook his head, "Sarah! Look! We're not in Grimmauld place."
By this point, the mood was long gone. Sarah stood up, finally taking a moment to eye the bathroom they were situated in. Sarah realised with a jolt that the walls weren't paved with cool, black tiles. They were built with stone the colour of coal, cemented together in perfect horizontal lines.
"We're in the Department of Mysteries," Sarah stated softly. Goosebumps travelled up her arms and legs, as she finally felt the chill that hung around the department.
"I knew it," Fred agreed, eyeing the door with certain interest.
"This isn't right, you're not supposed to be here," Sarah turned to her boyfriend, a frown on her face.
