Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Twenty-seven

Very little mature content

Groaning, I shielded my eyes from the sun shining right through the window and straight in my face.

"What are you doing?" I muttered to Fred who was the one to pull the curtains open.

"I'm sorry." He laughed, shutting the curtains again. "I didn't know you were awake."

The sun was no longer shining in my face, and that was a relief. I rolled into my back and blinked at the ceiling a few times before shutting my eyes again.

"Gosh... my head's in pain." I whispered, turning my back to Fred. I pulled the duvet up to my chin, smiling at the smell of him that sat on it.

"Please tell me you remember last night." Fred's voice was soft yet hoarse from sleeping since four o'clock in the early morning.

"Of course I remember last night." I yawned, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. "How am I supposed to forget what you did to me? My uterus is sore."

His laughter caused my smile to grow. I opened my eyes when I felt the bed dip, and I looked at Fred as he joined me in bed again.

"I think it's a bit unlikely that I actually caused any harm to your uterus." He said, ghosting his fingers up and down my naked arm.

"It sure felt like it." I said as I moved closer to him. "Though I'm not complaining. I liked it."

"Yeah?"

"A lot." I nodded, and he leaned down to press a kiss to my shoulder.

"Are you not hungover right now?" I asked, brushing my hand through his hair. "Because you act like you're okay."

"My hangovers usually consists of feeling like I haven't slept in a hundred years." He said, watching me. "And I'm exhausted. Do you want something for your headache?"

I nodded.

"Yes, please."

He pecked my lips before getting off his bed, leaving his bedroom. He shut the door behind him, and I sat up, letting the duvet fall from my body.

I reached down to the floor and grabbed my bag that I brought with yesterday when we went out.

It had fast acting insulin pumps in case I needed it, and it had my meter so I could check my sugars.

I scanned my monitor, then looked at the screen and waited for it to process.

Low.

I had expected that. I had been good at monitoring my glucose levels last night while drinking, making sure it didn't get too low or too high, but I knew that it would go low again while sleeping.

Fred got back rather quickly, holding a glass of juice and a few aspirin.

"I expected for you to be low." He told me. "So are you?"

I nodded.

"Great. Well, not great, but I've got you juice. It should help, yeah?"

"Thank you." I smiled sweetly at him, and he handed me the pills.

I threw them into his mouth, and then he handed me the glass. I swallowed the pills, and then downed the entire glass of juice.

Fred took it and put it on the nightstand before crawling into bed with me again. He slipped an arm around my naked waist and pulled me against him, nudging my jaw with his nose.

"I like having you in my bed." He whispered, pressing a kiss to my jaw.

"I like being in your bed." I grinned, and turned my face towards him.