Forever Yours

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Brooklyn's POV:

Do you know how long it takes to get to Chicago from London? Eight hours. Do you know what time the train is leaving to Chicago from London? 3am. Yep. I want to die a little.

Fred has no problem getting up- well, that's a lie. When he knows he has to get up, he can get going quickly. If I try to wake him up on a day off from work, he won't leave the bed for another two hours. Anyways, Fred already had our bags at the front door. He even double checked that I myself had everything packed a ready, so that all he needed to do in the morning was get me out of bed. It's harder than it sounds.

"Just give me one more minute." I whispered then rolled my head to the side.

"Princess, we don't have one more minute." Freddie spoke quietly.

"Yes we do."

A second or so later, I felt his lips on my neck. I moaned tiredly as he grazed his teeth over a spot on my skin. After he left his mark, he kissed over the spot, then pulled his head back. I groaned a little as I pushed myself to sit up.

"Good girl." He whispered then grabbed the clothes that sat at the end of the bed. I flopped back against the bed again though. "C'mon Bee, I can't take you to the train just wearing panties."

"I have a tank top on."

"I can see your tits through them. Sit up." I huffed and sat up. He pulled the tank top off of me then put a bra and a black shirt- which fit to my body. After, he got on my white sweatpants. When he went to go grab my shoes, I tugged on my ankle socks, then my high top Convers. "It's December Bee, you need a sweater." I tried to protest but as soon as he tossed me one of his hoodies, I gladly took it and put it on.

I got up on my own and went over to him, holding his hand as we went down the stairs so I didn't eat it. He passed my bags to me- it was only two- still, he only had one, but, he has another for work... so...

We disapparated from our house to Kings across Station, right on time. Fred showed the ticket master our tickets, then handed off our bags to the person in charge of loading luggage. Fred kept his work bag though. I didn't need to keep a bag since I planned on sleeping for eight hours.

The inside of the train was identical to the one we used to take to Hogwarts. Two cushioned seats on either side of the compartment, a window on one side, glass sliding door with blinds on the other side. And heat. Thank god the compartment had a heater.

Fred sat down on one of the two seats, turning and leaned his back against the wall. "C'mere." He said and I smiled, laying myself down on my stomach between his legs, putting my head on his thigh. He leaned over and kissed the back of my head as my eyes closed. I was out within seconds.

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As soon as we got into the lobby of the hotel we were staying at, Fred got spotted by some man. All I was thinking while I stood next to him while he talked with the other man was; thank god we changed on the train. When we boarded, we were both wearing sweatpants, but when we got off, I wore jeans, a black long sleeve and a white zip up sweater that wasn't done up. Fred looked hot as fucking hell wearing black trousers and a white button up with a black jacket which also was zipped up.

This place was loaded with snow. Like, loaded. There was snow back home, but not this much, yet, it wasn't as cold here. Weird.

After a couple of minutes, the man spotted me, and ran his eyes over me with a smirk before speaking up, "I don't think we've met, I'm Henry Jitz." He held out his hand.

"I'm Brooklyn Weasley." I said. His hand dropped and found it's way to the back of his neck.

"So it's true. Weasley does have a wife. Everyone couldn't believe him from the stories, you sounded too perfect." He chuckled a little. I looked up at Fred and saw he was holding a glare towards Mr. Jitz.