Weasley Charm | Fred Weasley

Chapter 5-8: Delaney's Birthday

Delaney stood at the top of the astronomy tower, gazing up at the stars. Her eyes stung as they landed on a particularly bright star. She knew it sounded silly, but she was sure that was her mother, just like Remus had told her about when they visited her mother's grave.

"Hi, mum," she muttered. She took a steadying breath to calm herself. "It's my birthday. I've made it another year without you. I won't bore you with a sob fest, but I just wanted to tell you that I miss you. I wish you could've been here."

"There you are."

Delaney turned, finding Fred standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Hermione told me you would be here." He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist before allowing his chin to rest on her shoulder. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," she nodded, placing her hand over his. "Did you come up here just to stand with me?"

His head shook, "No, I wanted to give you your gift."

Delaney turned, meeting his eyes with a smile, "You didn't have to get me anything."

"Nonsense, of course, I did." Fred extended his hand, waiting for Delaney to grab it. "Care to follow me?"

Delaney followed him through the corridors, hoping they wouldn't get caught by Umbridge. They didn't stop walking until they reached his room. When he opened the door, Delaney's eyes were met with several candles lit, a bundle of carnations and babies breath flowers, and a small rectangular parcel sitting neatly on his bed.

"Fred, this is beautiful," she muttered in awe.

"You deserve it," he smiled. "Here, open your gift."

Delaney took the parcel in her hands, a giddy smile taking hold of her face. A gasp fell from her lips when she found a French translation of Persuasion. Her mouth hung open when she looked up at him, "How did you-"

"When we were at the World Cup I heard you talking to Hermione about your tradition of buying a copy in every country you visit. Remus told me you already had a French copy but I thought you might like that one," a smile pulled on his lips. "It's said to be the first French translation ever published."

"Really?" Delaney's eyes grew wide. Her hands flipped open the book. Her breath stilled when she saw Jane Austen's signature on the first page. "Fred, I-"

She didn't know what to say. So instead, she placed the book on his trunk, crashing her lips to his. She kissed him deeply, melting into his touch. Pulling back, she looked at him with pure admiration, "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled, crashing his lips back onto hers. His hand grabbed hold of the back of her neck, pulling her against him to deepen their kiss.

A whimper escaped Delaney's throat when his tongue traced the seam of her lips before invading her mouth. Fred slowly walked them backward, crawling slowly over her once she lay on his bed. His hips ground against hers, causing a gasp to fall from her lips when he ghosted over that spot that drove her wild.

"Fred," she gasped, meeting his darkened eyes with eagerness.

"Are you sure?" he asked, breathless from their heated kisses.

Delaney nodded, "Yes."

Fred dove down for another deep kiss before he reached down, pulling her shirt over her head and her skirt down her hips. His tongue traced the inside of his cheek as he smirked at the sight of her.

Delaney could feel her thighs growing slick, "Are you going to sit there gawking, or are you going to do something?"

"Someone's bossy." Fred quickly removed his shirt before diving back down, connecting his lips with hers in a feverous kiss.