Forever Yours

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A/N: slowly falling back into Brooklyn's dark episodes...

Brooklyn's POV:

Have Fred and I ever fucked in his old room? I don't think so. Going into fifth we were at the Leaky Cauldron. We stayed at school that winter. Going into sixth year we were... broken up. Stayed at school that year again. Going into seventh year we were at the Black Manor, same with winter break. By the time I was back with Fred in person after graduation, he was already moved in to the flat.

So no. We haven't.

"We- supposed to be getting- cloths." I panted, tilting my head back as Fred ground my hips down on his.

"I don't fucking care." He said through gritted teeth.

As if on cue. "Fred Weasley you better get down here in a minute!" Molly screeched from downstairs.

"Fuck!" Fred groaned and leaned back against the wall. His old bed being pushed up against the wall of course.

"Told you." I sang as I got off his lap. "I'll go get the cloths. Take your anger out on the pillows if you must." I walked out of the room, going down the hall and opening the closet door, grabbing a few clothes and going back to Fred, who was experiencing a little problem. "Tuck it in your waistband." I hissed.

"Hm, why didn't I fucken think of that?" He muttered sarcastically as he stuck his hand down the front of his sweatpants. Okay. That's hot.

"Karma for wearing sweatpants to breakfast." I sighed.

"First of all, it's nine in the fucking morning, I don't care and second of all, don't rub your cunt against me."

"You were actually moving my hips for me..." I trailed off and he glared at me. "Okay, well Woody, hate to break it to you, but it's been two minutes."

"Shut the actual fuck up Bee." He growled and I giggled.

We heard footsteps outside the door and Fred froze. "If my mum sees me with a boner I will personally throw myself off this house."

"I'm with you on that." I stepped in front of him and he groaned.

"No. Helping."

The door opened and I sighed. Just George. I laid back on the bed and George chuckled. "Been there. But mum is going to kill you both so I suggest you fix yourself."

"Kill yourself." Fred fake smiled and stuck up his middle finger.

"Oh mum!" George said as he walked out of the room.

"He's fucking married and still immature." Fred muttered.

"So the second we get married you're going to be mature?" I asked and sat up.

"You're cute. Up, let's go." He sighed. I pushed up to my feet and got the clothes off the bed. As we walked down the stairs he worked on ruffling up his sweatpants near his groin.

"Here you go." I passed Molly the towels and she nodded, taking them from me.

"Food is ready." She mumbled.

"Can we just go to the washroom for a minute?" Fred groaned. "It hurts Bee."

"Need me to kiss it better?" I asked and he had a smug grin on his face. 

I sat down next to Ellie and Fred sulked down on the other side of me, pulling his shirt over his lap.

Molly put hot food on the table and everyone dug in. Fred gripped onto my thigh the whole time. Totally pissed at me. I was loving it.