Playing it safe [ Fred Weasley x reader ]

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"Okay! Wake up, wake up , wake up!!" Someone shouts in my ear. I just groan and put my pillow over my head. "Come on sleepy. Unless you'd rather miss the Quidditch World Cup..." that got my attention I swing my legs out of bed to see George laughing. He moves over to Ginny and starts to wake her up too.
"I'll go wake up Fred" I say and I walk out of Ginny's room and head up the stairs, making my way to the twins room.

I push the door open to find Fred face down on his bed. His arms wrapped around his pillow and his long legs sprawled over the mattress.

I creep up to the bed and crouch down beside his head and whisper "Freddie, time to get up." He mumbles something incoherent and moves his position to his side, now facing me.

The sun from the window hits his face, making him look angelic. The boys freckle kissed skin lit up and his rose red lips part slightly. He is adorable... no! What am I thinking!

"Freddie..." I whisper once more, this time removing the pillow from his arms. He feels around for it and I laugh, throwing the pillow behind me.

He opens one eye only to see me laughing at his misfortune.

" You stole my pillow " His raspy morning voice states as his eyes pierce mine. For once I let myself think a thought that I can't help but think : His morning voice is so hot.

"I want my pillow" He says, both eyes open now and locked on mine. I swear I saw his eyes flick over my body but it was probably just my imagination.

"Give it back or face the consequences "
I cross my arms across my chest in a defiant way as if to say "Never!"

"I guess you'll have to be my new pillow then" and before I know what is happening he Scoops me up by my waist and pulls my in bed with him. He wraps his arms around me like he did with his real pillow and nuzzles his head into my shoulder.

A shiver runs down my spine as his hot breath tickles my back and neck. I can feel my face warming up but I'm not sure if it from the toasty blanket or from the lack of space between me and my best friend.

"Freddie... we h-have to g-get up"
I try to stay calm but I stutter as the words come out. What is happening to me?

He suddenly flips me around so in facing him but he keeps his strong arms around me. "Are you... nervous?" He asks. His eyes never leave mine but his hands travel lower and lower down my back.

I look up to see his face just a few inches away. Never have we been this close. I try to speak but nothing comes out, I'm at a complete loss for words.

Fred pulls me in so our bodies are pressed against each other's and he looks down at me and smirks. "I could get use to this.." his voice trails off as he leans in, his face just centimeters away from mine. I don't know what to do. I can't move, not that I want to move. I'm drawn in by his intoxicating aura.

That's when the door slams open.
"Did you get him up- what the bloody heck is going on here?"

George looks at the position we were in before I jump up from the bed and rush out of the room, muttering a quick "Too hard to wake him" as I pass the twin.

I rush into the bathroom and lock myself in there for a second, thinking about the strange incounter. What was he doing to me? I remember last year I did develop a little crush on him but I brushed it off, reminding myself that he was my best friend and nothing more.