Gryffinwhore ~ Fred Weasley ~ By iulia17777

Chapter 2-Two faced

I continue unpacking my stuff, putting everything exactly as I wanted and fixing my look.

It felt good having my own dorm. Plus I was allowed to bring whoever I wanted in here whenever I wanted to. This was actually really cool.

After I unpack everything, I get my bag and reach for a pack of cigarettes. I started smoking about two years ago, right when Hermione started studying at Hogwarts.

Things were getting a little hard for me back then and my dad used to smoke cigarettes every once in a while. One night I was crying and I felt like I was going numb, but I was so angry at the same time.

It was very hard to understand what I was and wasn't feeling at that moment. I doubt I can even explain it.

My father looked calm when he smoked, he looked stress-free and like nothing could get to him. So I decided to give it a try. At first, I didn't necessarily like it, but it became kind of a habbit.

Then I used to steal a few of his cigarettes almost everyday. He was getting old and had started to have memory problems, so he didn't question their disappearance. I doubt he even noticed it.

This went on and on for years and now here I am, smoking on the balcony on my first day back at Hogwarts.

The cold breeze hits my face, being in contrast with my body warmth. I took a puff, closing my eyes as the smoke fills my lungs.

I relax my muscles, breathing the smoke out while resting my hands onto the cold railing of the balcony. I take a deep breath, this time the fresh air filling my lungs.

No kids anywhere, surprisingly. It was very quiet. Too quiet.

I break out of my thoughts as the door bursts open again.

,, Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know- I though this room was- " George stutters as he sees me in my lingerie.

,, It's fine, Georgie. I know. " I chuckle as he comes in and hugs me.

,, I'm sorry I acted so mean earlier. You know what I have to do in order to get along with Fred. " He sighs and looks down.

,, I know, love. It's alright, don't worry. We'll get him sometime. " I try to lighten up his mood by cracking a joke.

,, Yeah. We're gonna get him real good ! " He says, getting more and more excited with every word, making us both burst into laughter.

,, So do you wanna share a cig together, darling ? I wouldn't mind one. To be honest, I haven't had one of those in ages ! " He gestures to the open pack of cigarettes on my bed.

,, Of course, Georgie. Suit yourself. " I nod, grabbing another one for myself and going back outside.

Shortly after, George joins me on the balcony, resting his hands on the railing, taking puffs from time to time. We sat in silence, but the kind of silence that doesn't hurt anybody. The comforting type of silence that everybody loved.

,, Unfortunately, I have to get going, love. I still have some stuff to unpack and I have to get back to my lovely twin or he'll start asking too many question. " He chuckles, throwing the last piece of his cig off the balcony as I do the same.

I lead him to the door and we hug each other goodnight. Although I wasn't planning on going to sleep too soon. Oh no, I had other plans. My mind had other plans.

I take the rest of my clothes off, picking my outfit for tomorrow and preparing my pajamas for the night.

I start preparing the shower, getting in it shortly after it was ready. As the warm water hits my cold body, I moan softly, closing my eyes to enjoy the pleasant feeling on a deeper level.

I get under the shower head as the water starts running down my body. I wash myself and my hair, applying different types of conditioners, body scrubs and body lotions.

I do my skincare and all of that, then I sit on my bed, dressed in my very comfortable fluffy pajamas. Going against my recent statements, I decide to go to sleep early.

I soon find out that that doesn't work. Of course it doesn't work. My mind kept drifting to today's events from inside the train.

How I could feel his fierce eyes piercing thru me, making me feel vulnerable and completely naked. Like he knew every single one of my thoughts. And wants. And needs.

They say the first night is always the hardest, so I start to fight my thoughts, trying my best to shut them up.

Of course that didn't work either. So I did what every teenager does when they get bored. I started to play with myself.

I slowly started to massage my collarbones, then ran my hand over my soft nipples, playing with them, turning them hard.

I grip my inner thighs, releasing some tension that had built up thru out the day from them. I run my hand over my pussy thru my panties, pushing them to the side, going up to my clit and drawing circles on it, moaning softly.

I start speeding up as my moans slowly increase in tone. I keep going, my pace fastening as I was almost there.

Just as I came, an image of Fred popped into my mind. For a second, his fingers were the ones making me cum. For a second, he was the one smirking down at me from on top of me.

For a second, I could hear him whisper dirty promises into my ear. For a second, he was there. For a second.

And with that, being completely exhausted by my very own thoughts, I fall into a deep and restful sleep, no longer thinking about him. At least for now.

Hiiii guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I love youuu ❤️❤️ Also, how good would you say the smut scene was out of 10 ?