Friends? Fred Weasley x OC

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Smut warning!

Chapter seventeen

The next morning, Amelia woke with a dull headache, remnants of the stress from the night before lingering in her mind. She got ready a bit more simply than usual, choosing to leave her face bare and loosely styling her hair so that it fell naturally around her shoulders, though she still looked effortlessly put-together.

Arriving in the Great Hall, she slipped into her seat at the Gryffindor table, greeting everyone with a soft, "Good morning." Her gaze flickered to Fred, who muttered a short "Morning" back without looking up, his tone noticeably distant. She tried to hide her disappointment as he quickly excused himself, claiming he wasn't hungry, before standing up and leaving. Amelia's eyes followed him as he walked away, her appetite waning despite the food on her plate. Across the hall, Draco caught the interaction, his mouth twisting into a sly smirk. When she finally stood to head to her class, he sidled up beside her with an amused expression. "Having trouble in paradise?" he drawled, a teasing edge to his voice. Amelia narrowed her eyes and shoved his shoulder, pushing past him without a word. She headed to her classes, trying to focus but finding herself distracted by the thought of Fred's distant expression. She couldn't bear to leave things unresolved, and she knew she needed to find a way to make it up to him.

After her final class, she caught sight of Fred heading down a corridor and quickly followed. She reached out, grabbing his wrist, and without giving him a chance to protest, she pulled him into the nearest broom closet, shutting the door behind them. The small space felt charged as they stood close in the dim light, the silence stretching between them.

"Fred, I'm sorry," she began, looking up at him, her voice soft and sincere. "I didn't mean to forget about last night... it just got late, and I lost track of time. I hate that I hurt you." He looked down at her, the tension in his jaw softening a bit, though his eyes still held a hint of frustration. "You didn't just miss it, Amelia. You forgot entirely. And with Malfoy, of all people."

"I know, and I feel awful about it." She reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You're the one I care about. Malfoy's just... he's nothing, just a project partner. I'd never choose him over you." Fred sighed, his expression finally easing as he took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "Just... try not to make me worry like that again." She smiled up at him, relieved to see the familiar warmth in his eyes returning. "I promise," she whispered. Then, without another word, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a sweet, lingering kiss.

As their lips met in the dim light, the kiss quickly intensified, each of them pouring the unspoken tension and longing from the past day into every touch. Amelia's hands moved instinctively to Fred's chest, her fingers trailing over his shirt, finding his tie and loosening it. She felt his breath catch as she undid the knot, letting it hang loosely between them.

Fred's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, pressing her back gently against the wall. His fingers tangled in her hair, his touch a mixture of need and tenderness. Amelia's hands continued to explore, sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her palm. It grounded her in that moment, a silent reassurance of the connection they shared. With a soft smile, she whispered against his lips, "I missed you." Fred smiled, his hand cupping her face as he looked at her with that familiar spark in his eyes. "Missed you too, love," he murmured before leaning back in, kissing her deeply, as if to erase all traces of last night's distance.

Fred's breath was warm against Amelia's neck as he harshly turned her around making her face the wall, his lips trailing along her skin with a mix of urgency and desire. She could feel his boner poking her from behind as he nipped and kissed his way down to her collarbone, each touch igniting her senses. His hands found their way up her thighs, gently but firmly pushing the hem of her skirt higher. The fabric brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Amelia gasped softly, feeling a surge of heat at the thrill of being so close to him, hidden away from the world in the confines of the broom closet.