Honey Bee *Fred Weasley

Scratches (33)

Most people would consider Fred's walk home a while later a walk of shame, but he didn't see it that way. He wasn't ashamed of what they had done, and neither was Honey. He just wished they had been able to talk before he had to throw himself out the window so Xenophilius didn't catch him in there with his pants down- literally.

When he got home, it was nearly a race to see who could get their clothes off the fastest and without laughing. They were both having trouble with the no laughing part, as he had fallen getting into his pants and Honey got stuck in her shirt. He had just made it out the window when her father poked his head through the beeded window take make sure she was in.

As soon as she was gone, she stuck her head out to make sure Fred was okay, to find him laying on the ground with a huge smile on his face even though his elbow was bleeding. She tossed him a bandaid that she happened to have near and whispered goodnight, and that she'd see him later.

When he got back home, the house was dark and quiet. He figured George covered for him, or Molly would have stayed up and waited for him to get home.  He let himself into the room to find to find George waiting for him with his arms crossed.

"Thanks for covering for me" he said with a sheepish smile.

"You're welcome. As far as mom knows you got home at eight" George said. Being identical had it's perks, "Where have you been?"

"Honey's" he answered simply, suppressing an groan at the fact the he had meant to say walking.

"Do you want to tell me what you were doing...?" George said slowly, wanting to know why it took him two and a half hours to get home.

"No," He answered with a shrug, "We just got caught up."

"Okay" He said, eyeing him suspicious.

Fred pulled his shirt off to change into pajamas, not thinking anything of it until George nearly choked to death on his own spit. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Fred shoulder as he had turned back around to face him. He knew he wasn't wigging out about the hickie on his neck because he had covered it up with his long hair, and was careful about keeping it that way.

"What?" He asked confused. George pointed behind him, his face red. "What?"

George pointed to the mirror, making Fred look and seeing what George was on about. One his back and chest were scratch marks, red and angry against his pale skin. He hadn't even thought about that, and felt his face turn red as he pulled a shirt on hasily.

"I can explain" He said awkwardly, still getting over his own surprise.

"Don't" George said suddenly. "I don't want to know."

He didn't know why, but he was mad. Honey was a sister to him, and even though he supported Fred and wanted them to be together, he didn't like the idea of them doing that. Expecially because it was clear that they weren't together and they hadn't talked about it. Maybe it was because that's what he did to girls- slept with them and then pretended it never happened. It wasn't fair to Honey not to have any answers.

"I'm going to tell her" Fred assured him patheticaly. "I am."

"When, Fred?" George asked him loudly. "You've been saything that you're going to tell her for years! And now, you do this and how do you think it makes her feel?"

"She's not exactly complaining" Fred defended, not understand why he was so angry.

"That's not the point! You can't just-"

"You do it!" Fred yelled back, interrupting him.

"That is so so different and you know it" He said in a dangerously voice.

Everyone could hear them fussing from their rooms, unable to hear what they were saying. They had all grown quiet to try and hear, because the two boys never fought about anything.

"Why? Because I love her?" Fred asked him. Ron, Harry and Hermione joined Ginny in her room just in time to hear that part loud and clear. "She knows, George! I don't have to tell her for her to know, just like she doesn't have to tell me. We just haven't said it, or talked about it, because things are fine how they are now!"

"How many times?" George asked him, his voice still low and angry. He yelled next unable to keep his cool. "How many times?"

"Oh, stop being so dramatic. It only happened twice" he spat back. "Or do you want me to tell you how many times we kissed too? I thought you were okay with this, with us."

"I was, and I am, but not like this. You can't just use her to-"

"Use her?" Fred interrupted, astonished he would even say such a thing.  "You are the one that uses girls Not me. The first time it happened was because she asked me why I don't fuck around like you do, and more or less,  I told her it was because of her. Because I wasn't interested in anyone else and I never had been. She is everything to me, and if you think that I'm using her then you've got the wrong idea."

"Charlie is gonna be so mad he missed this" Ginny whispered to Ron as she jotted everything she was hearing down on a piece of parchment.

"So Fred and Honey really are a thing?" Ron asked surprised.

"No, of course not," Ginny said sarcastically.

"But he just said that he loves her," Ron said confused.

"I was being sarcastic," Ginny said with an eye roll. They all jumped about a foot in the air when the door below them slammed suddenly. "Bet you a galleon that was Fred."

"Bet it was George" Harry butted in, giving Ginny a smile that made her heart race.

Ron, poked his head out the door to check, only to remember that he could hardly tell them apart even when they were facing him.

"I can't tell which one that was," Ron said pathetically, sitting back down.

"It was Fred, you assholes"  George yelled up at them, throwing something at the ceiling that made a loud thump.