✔️ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓&𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 → 𝑓. 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

42 | R U B B E R D U C K S

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if there's a light in the end
it's just the sun in your eyes.
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   When Lynnea returned to the twins' shop with my new wand (rowan wood and phoenix feather), she was greeted by the furious face of Mrs. Weasley.

   "Where have you been?", she asked in a shreeking voice.

   "Buying a wand", Lynnea replied, holding the thin wooden stick up, as if she had to prove her actions.

   "Don't do that ever again, Lynnea! You can't just walk around here all alone!"

   "I'll remember that next time", the girl mumbled. Mrs Weasley shook her head, giving her a worried look, as she made my way further into the shop. It was packed with customers; she could not get near the shelves. Lynnea stared around, looking up at the boxes piled to the ceiling: here were the Skiving Snackboxes that the twins had perfected during their last, unfinished year at Hogwarts; she noticed that the Nosebleed Nougat was most popular, with only one battered box left on the shelf. There were bins full of trick wands, the cheapest merely turning into rubber chickens or pairs of briefs when waved, the most expensive beating the unwary user around the head and neck, and boxes of quills, which came in Self-Inking, Spell-Checking, and Smart-Answer varieties. A space cleared in the crowd, and she pushed her way toward the counter.

   "That is amazing, Georgie!", she cheered to George, who was standing with his back turned on Lynnea behind the counter.

   "I'm pleased to hear", he said, turning around and Lynnea's heart skipped a beat.

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   Her face dropped.

   "But I am awfully disappointed that after all you still aren't able to different me and my brother", Fred chuckled.

   "You - you got your hair different today", she mumbled and blushed. "Never mind ..." She turned around and walked away.

   "Lynnea, wait!", Fred groaned and jumped over the counter. Her red hair was pushing through the crowd, further back into the shop. He rolled his eyes, as he saw her vanish behind the shelf that was filled with the rubber ducks. They weren't that popular, so there were barely customers in that part.

   "Lynnie, you're harder to catch, than a Niffler in Gringotts", Fred sighed, as he bowed around the corner, facing her.

   "What do you want, Fred?", she replied, obviously offended. "You want me to forget about you, but won't leave me alone! Get your priorities straight!"

   Okay, to be honest, she was right. But seeing her was pure agony, not being allowed to get close to her was the cruelest torture ...

   "I just wanted to tell you goodbye, before you return to Hogwarts", he said and shrugged. "Sue me."

"Well, goodbye then", she spat, crossing her arms in front of her chest, giving Fred clear signs to leave her alone now, but he couldn't. Of course it was a great mistake following her around in this dark corner of the shop, where no one was around to stop him from doing failure after failure.

   Instead of walking away, he stepped closer to her, stroking her hair out of her angry face, tugging it behind her ear. Her face softened, but she quickly pointed her eyes down to the ground.

   "Just don't ...", she whispered to her feet. But Fred couldn't resist. As he cupped her face in my hand, her eyes snapped back up, throwing him a death glare. He didn't mind. She was so beautiful, even when she was angry, even with the fading bruise on her face, even with her bloodshot eyes, she was the most beautiful human being Fred's eyes ever have met.

   She growled like an angry cat and for a second Fred thought she was about to hit him, because she raised her hand in a quick move. But instead of feeling her hand slapp across his startled face, she grabbed his tie, pulling him harshly down on her face, where her lips crushed onto Fred's and his eyes widened. For a second she let go, but Fred didn't got time to do anything but catching a short breath, before their lips met again. She had his tie in such a firm grip, as if she wanted to strangulate him. Her small body pressed against his and he now grabbed her waist, pushing her against the shelf, some rubber ducks were raining down on their heads, but neither she, nor he minded, as they hit. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue entrance, and she didn't have to ask him twice. Her fingers burried in his hair, while her other hand still got hold of the tie around his neck. Slipping his hands down the waistband of her shirt, a quiet moan escaped Fred, when his fingers met Lynnea's soft skin, wandering up her back.

   "We shouldn't do that", he grunted the moment her lips where removed from his just to find them on his neck barely a second later.

   "Shut up, asshole", she breathed heavily, pushing Fred against the shelf behind him and some more ducks hit the floor.

   "Fine, as you wish ...", Fred moaned, grabbing her thighs and lifted her up from the ground, twirling around so it was her again smashing against the shelves, while ducks were flying in every possible direction. Lynnea wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning softly against Fred's lips, before he started to place kisses down her neck, until he hit her sweet spot and she threw her neck back, sighing in pleasure.

   "For Merlin's sake, this is a joke shop, there are kids all around here!"

   Fred snapped his head to the right, where the voice came from, facing his twin smirking mischievously, while he watched us with crossed arms, leaning against the shelf.

   "Fuck off, George!", Lynnea snapped, grabbing one of the ducks, throwing it at George, while she smirked sheepishly.

   "Get your hormones under control, Potter", he laughed, catching the duck, before it could hit him. She threw another one, and he didn't see that coming, so it smashed right in his face. "Ouch! That hurts, you evil creature!" But he shook his head laughing. "Get yourselves a room", he yelled back over his shoulder, before he walked out of our sight.

   "No bad idea", she whispered.

   "What?" Fred looked at her puzzled.

   "Get a room, of course", she said, locking her amazing green eyes with Fred's. "Or do you wish to finish our business here between these foolish rubber ducks?"

   "You - are you fucking serious?", he croaked in disbelief. "Lynn, we should not - I don't think this is a good idea ..." But she shut him up by kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear softly, sucking playfully the skin between her lips.

   "You know, we both would be so much happier, if your dimwitted brain would finally stop thinking", she breathed into his ear, sending shivers up and down my body.

   He shouldn't do that, Fred exactly knew that he for heaven's sake should say no, he should send her away, he should put her back to the ground and walk away ...

   "Your brother is going to kill me", Fred instead growled, sneaking out of our hideout and carried her through the door that leaded to the shop's store. The light was dimmed, there was no window, the only light coming through the door slit.

   He sat her on the old table, where we usually extract our commodities. Now Fred was unwrapping her, his fingers fumbling around the fabric of her shirt, before he quickly pulled it over her head and threw it in a corner.

   Looking down at her bare skin, only enlighted by the weak light shining in under the door from the shop, he bit his lip, trying to burn that image forever in his mind. Lynnea unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes never leaving Fred's. This was wrong in so many ways, and he grabbed her hands, as she stroked her fingers over his chest, holding her, shortly hesitating.

   "Are you sure about this?", he whispered in a raspy voice. She didn't answer, just tucked a finger in the waistbound of his jeans, pulling him closer, before she flung one arm around his neck, pressing her lips back against Fred's.

   "Never been more sure", she smirked, unclasping her bra, letting it tingle on her index finger for a second, before she let it fall to the bottom.

   Fred groaned, bowing himself over her, as she slung her legs around his waist again, squeezing her body against his; skin on skin.

   This was so wrong ...