For The Love of Pranks! I Love You!

This Love

*Due to a comment that made me laugh and think some, this chapter is going to contain adult content farther down. Bare with me, I've not written that kind of stuff, but we'll give it a try ;) Also, play the song when they get to the ROR :)

Valentine's Day.. The day of pink, and hearts. It's also the day every girl seems to lose her mind over. At least at Hogwarts anyways..

Going down for breakfast was intolerable. The girls (mostly the younger ones), obsessed with trying to find their match, while we sit aside and laugh at their antics. While the older boys, have to be wary of their drinks, hoping someone hasn't slipped them a love potion..*cough, Johnson, cough*.

The four of us sat through the meal making fun of those, who were treating this holiday like their future depended on it. None of us could stand this day, but one good thing did come from breakfast.

"You're taking Alicia to Hogsmead?" I say excitedly after Fred accidentally lets it slip that his twin had a date.

"How exciting Georgie! Just don't take her to that Madame Puddifoots place. She hates it." I say with a slight wink in his direction making him blush.

"Thanks Evelyn. But if you don't mind not shouting it to the whole hall, I'll see you both later."

He says with a smile before getting up and meeting Alicia half way down the table, then they leave the hall together.

"Aww! You're brother got himself a girl."

"It's about bloody time." He says with a chuckle.

We soon head outside to enjoy the sun a bit, before the snow. Walking around Black Lake, I swing our intertwined hands between us, just enjoying the feel.

"You know I love you?" Fred says suddenly making me chuckle slightly.

"Well I would sure hope so. Otherwise you spent a lot of money for nothing." I say with a smirk making him laugh.

"Sometimes I still can't believe you agreed to marry me." When he doesn't look down at me I bump his shoulder slightly.

"Why do you say that? There's no question. I'd marry you in a heartbeat." Wondering where this doubt came from all of a sudden. I've rarely seen Fred so down on himself.

"I can't provide a lot for you Evelyn. I—"

"That doesn't matter to me Fred. How many times must I tell you, as long as I have you by my side, that would be enough." I say grabbing his face so that he can see the truth in my eyes.

A sad smile crosses his face, and I can tell he is still doubting himself. Resolving with the only way I can truly show him how deep my love flows for him, I grab his hand and we make our way inside.

He attempts to question me, but I ignore him, intent on ridding him from his doubt. Pacing in front of the doors, I don't wish for our normal room, but for something a little more intimate.

"Evelyn?" He questions quietly, as I softly take him by his hand, looking at him through my lashes.

As the door closes, he pulls me close, realizing why I brought him there, but before he can take the lead I step in. Taking his hands off my hips, he looks confused, until he sees the darkness of my eyes as I pull his lips to mine.

Gently, slowly, I lead the kiss. This catches him off guard as he's usually the one to lead me. I find the hem of his shirt, lightly tracing the warm skin found underneath, feeling him shiver slightly at my touch, which makes me smirk slightly.

His hands find their place at my hips, attempting to hastily remove my shirt, but again I grab his hands stopping his attempts. He groans in frustration, taking my bottom lip in between in his teeth as pay back, I barely swallow the moan that bubbles up my chest at the action.

"Eve–" He says breathlessly, and I have to remind myself to not give in so easily.

"Let me." I simply whisper as he looks at me with dark eyes, and I bring him back into another kiss.

Taking the hem of his shirt, I slowly bring it over his head kissing his shoulders, his chest, worshipping all exposed parts of him. He brings me back into a kiss, that slowly increases in tempo, but breaking it again as I lead him towards the bed.

I slowly pull my shirt off, disposing of it on the floor with his. His eyes slowly rake my body, drinking in the view and I shiver at his look. As I place his hands at my side, he tightens his grip, raising goose flesh on my skin.

Reaching up, I pull my hands through his hair as I kiss his jaw. At this invitation, he begins to kiss along my jaw, down my neck nipping the junction where my neck meets my shoulders, then making his way to my still covered breasts.

He growls frustratedly at the fabric in his way, and the muscles in my stomach clench wonderfully at the sound. Before he can get a handle on it though, a step back slightly, fumbling with his belt and he gets the hint, digging his long fingers into the waistband of my pants.

Removing our pants, I gently lead him to the bed, and he moves to the middle of the queen-sized bed, watching my every move. Again kissing across his broad shoulders, loving how the muscle jumps with every one of my touches, I make my way down his chest before he gently grips my arms and brings me back to his level.

Looking into my eyes, our chest pressed against each others, he kisses me with a force that knocked the breath out of me. As his hands pull threw my disheveled hair, he pulls my lip in between his teeth again, and in a fluid motion he has us flipped over. One of his knees between my legs, the other on the outside of my thigh, an arm on either side of my face.

Slowly, I trace my leg along his longer one, until I'm able to hitch my leg around his hips, causing him to buck slightly at the sensation. Having him this close to me, makes every nerve a live wire, flames dance behind my skin at the contact and I'm consumed.

His hand slowly traces down my side, slowly, sensually. He hooks a long finger around the lace of my underwear, with deadly precision he pulls them off, one leg, then the other. He kisses his way back up, placing kisses along the inside of my thighs and I grip the sheets at the sensation. He teases my entrance before kissing my lower stomach and I let the groan of frustration slip through my lips, making him chuckle and the vibrations are felt everywhere.

As his ministrations reach his former irritant, he snakes an arm behind to grab the clasp without removing his lips from my skin. Removing the last bits of fabric, my skin felt like it was on fire from his touch, wrapping my hands around his shoulders it seems to encourage him.

With one last lingering kiss on my breast he brings his eyes to meet mine. Without any words, I see the acknowledgement that he realizes just how much he means to me, and I can see the same feelings in his dark eyes.

Bringing him closer, my leg tightens around his hips and he takes that as invitation enough, and he slowly enters me, making me gasp in the fullness.

With a slow, worshipful pace, in this moment our love for each other is magnified, all doubts washed away. All night we take turns, showing the other just how much they mean to us, and in those moments nothing else mattered.