Golden Boy (First 10 Chapters) by boyifyouknew

Charlie and Tonks Visit

Waking up in Fred's arms was like waking from one dream only to find yourself in another.

Camellia blearily opened her eyes and yawned, feeling the warmth of Fred's chest and his soft breathing on her cheek. She slowly sat up so as not to wake him, and she stretched her arms out. Beams of sunlight poured into the room through the blinds, casting striped shadows over everything.

Fred stirred slightly, and Camellia smiled to herself sleepily, about to lay down and rest a little longer when she heard muffled voices coming from downstairs.

She was suddenly alert. What time was it? People were already awake, which would make sneaking out separately a lot harder.

"Fred," she said softly. "Freddie, wake up."

"Mmm?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"People are awake downstairs," she told him. "We've got to get up."

He smirked sleepily and let out a half-hearted chuckle. He wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her in close. "Do we have to go just yet...? Can't we...?"

He bit his lower lip and looked down at her chest in his Quidditch jersey and pulled her in by the hem of it.

"Fred, quit," Camellia giggled, smacking his hand away. "People are going to notice we're missing."

"So?"

Camellia raised her eyebrows at him. "Fred..." she laughed. "You just woke up, how are you already in the mood?"

"Come on, Larke... just a quickie...?"

" No ," she said, though his slow, rough morning voice gave her butterflies and was more than tempting.

"Fine, fine..." he said, yawning sleepily. "I would've completely rocked your world, but it's your choice..."

"Oh, shut up," Camellia laughed, hitting him lightly with a pillow, and Fred grinned. He took her hand and kissed her fingers gently.

"You look beautiful in the morning," he said.

Camellia's cheeks turned pink. Surely she looked a mess— hair wild, bags under her eyes, no makeup, wearing only Fred's Quidditch jersey— but Fred looked at her like she was the prettiest picture he'd ever seen.

For a moment, Camellia had half a mind to forget the others and let Fred have his way with her, but Ron's loud laughter downstairs served as a reminder that they were still in danger of getting caught.

Fred must've heard it too, because his gaze shot to the door.

"Did we ever lock that last night?" he asked.

Camellia looked at the door and saw the latch undone, and she and Fred both laughed nervously.

"Oops," she said with a guilty grin, which Fred matched.

"Gotta be more careful, gorgeous," he said smoothly. "We wouldn't want everyone to find out about what we've been up to up here, would we?"

"Definitely not," Camellia agreed, the sudden image of Mrs. Weasley's aghast expression crossing her mind. "What should we do?"

They talked for a bit, eventually deciding that Camellia should go down first, as they hadn't heard any of the girls awake yet. She'd be able to sneak down into Ginny's room and slip into bed, then "wake up" along with them, while Fred would say he simply came upstairs to use Percy's bathroom.

Camellia changed back into her own clothes, all while Fred watched and appeared to be trying very hard to keep his hands both to himself and away from himself simultaneously. She handed him back his jersey, which he pulled over his head in a way that was far too attractive, and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled his boxers on. Fred then walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck lightly.