Gryffinwhore ~ Fred Weasley ~ By iulia17777

Chapter 9-Tension

Our half naked bodies almost break the door down, falling onto the bed on top of each other.

His left hand pins my wrists just above my head, his messy kisses never leaving my neck.

His right hand wonders over my curves, inching closer and closer to where I truly want it.

,, Fuck, Lexi. You don't know what you do to me. " He whispers as he impatiently takes his clothes off, urging me to do the same.

,, Shut your goddamn mouth and fuck me already. Please, Freddie. " I rush to take my clothes off.

He huffs pleasantly at my desperation, but both of us freeze when we hear a very familiar bell ring in the front of the diner.

,, Lexi, I brought you guys more coffee ! " I hear Lorenzo inch closer to us.

,, Oh my god, I can't fucking believe you ! You're such a dick ! " I shout at Fred, giving him a look to make him understand my intentions.

,, It's really not my fault, I moved in my sleep ! What was I supposed to do ? " He fake argues with me.

,, Hey, are you guys ok ? " Lorenzo slowly peaks his head into the bedroom.

,, He's being a twat. " I say.

,, She's being unreasonable. " Fred adds at the same time.

,, Alright. You guys are acting like kids. " Lorenzo rolls his eyes, before continuing ,, Here's the coffee. " He sets it down on the closest night stand.

,, Thank you, Enzo. " I smile.

,, Of course. Oh, and just so you know, I'm leaving for a week, so make sure the diner stays closed. " He reciprocates my smile.

,, What ? Why ? " I ask.

,, Family business. But I'll be alright, no need to worry. " He teases.

,, Oh, thank God. I couldn't live without you. " I dramatize.

We both laugh, but I sneak a peak at Fred and see that he hasn't reduced his death stare for Lorenzo at all. Nor did he look like he intended to.

,, Alright, well, I'll leave you guys to argue. Take care. " And with that, he's gone, leaving me and Fred alone.

The air in the room shifts to a much more dense and suffocating one.

So many unsaid words and undone actions remain floating between us.

All of a sudden, he rushes towards me. I was expecting a kiss, a touch, even just a breath. But no. Fred Weasley is too cruel to give me even just a breath.

,, Get dressed. " He bends down to pick his shirt, spins on his heels and walks out, slamming the door shut.

I sigh deeply as I put on my shirt. I wasn't in the mood to put my jeans back on, so I look thru the little bag of clothes I asked Hermione to bring me.

I pull out a pair of biker shorts to wear under the oversized t-shirt I had.

I then sit on the edge of the bed, letting all sorts of thoughts overflow my mind.

What the fuck was that ?
I think about him when I'm masturbating, now this ?
What is wrong with me ?
Maybe this whole ,, my sister is gone " situation is just fucking up my brain.
Yeah, that has to be it.

I can't willingly feel attracted to Fred Weasley. I hate him, for Merlin's sake !

,, Get your head straight, Lex. " I lecture myself quietly.

I straighten up and walk out of the bedroom, only to be hit by a wave of pleasure floating freely around the diner.

My legs carry me closer and closer to the mesmerizing smell, and I find myself standing in front of Fred, the kitchen island between us.

His hands roam around every spice and every utensil, creating a hypnotizing masterpiece.

,, 'The fuck are you staring at ? " He breaks me out of my somewhat trance with his harsh words and cold gaze.

,, Oh, now I can't look at you ? Well excuse me, Mister Superiority-Complex, I won't bother you anymore. Oh and just so you know, not everything is about you. I could've been staring at the food for all you know. " I spit back and start walking towards the exit.

He stops for a few seconds, watching me walk away with a shocked expression, but from the corner of my eyes I spot his cold smirk reappearing for the last few seconds I looked at him.

God, I hope he chokes on that food. It'll make my life so much easier.

I go up the stairs and to the second floor of the diner, aka the ,, abandoned balcony ". One of my favorite places to smoke.

Lorenzo always gave me access in here, so I would smoke with him, eat some leftovers and either crash downstairs or go back to my dorm late at night. He usually walked me to my dorm if I did choose to leave.

He's been so sweet to me ever since we were kids. We grew up close to each other. There was always some sexual tension between us, and I'm glad we communicated enough for us to be friends with benefits.

I pull one of the chairs closer to the railing of the balcony and sit down, lighting a cig shortly after.

It took a very short amount of time for me to finish it, or so I thought, because I was getting lost in my thoughts again.

I decided to light another one so maybe I'll feel it this time.

Still no.

My stupid mind kept wondering to the boy downstairs. How my body melts at his touch. How his words are so perfectly said, each of them at the right time and in the right context.

How his hair got messed up in our chaotic makeout session. How his hands felt like they belonged to my skin, never wanting to take them off.

No matter how much I tried to not think about it, he kept popping up in my mind. Every time I managed to push him into a deep, dark corner of my intricate mind, he would show up again.

But this is not acceptable. I hate him with everything in me. My soul hates him, my mind hates him, my heart.. hates him ? My body craves him.

No.

Stop.

Fuck, I need a drink.

That's it, I'm going out tonight.

An utter mess, I know. But I told you guys I want this to be a painful slow burn enemies to lovers book, so y'all will have to accept this, sorry not sorry <33