This morning, I woke up on my own accord. I yawn, stretching my arms out and accidentally hitting something. I freeze, feeling whatever I hit slowly move. What the fuck? I carefully open my eyes, to see a bare chest in front of me. I quickly realize Fred's arms around my waist, holding me close. I start to panic, and attempt to stand up, but Fred's arms are too strong around me.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.
"Language, Miss Potter." Madam Pomfrey says slyly. Oh fuck. I peer over top of the extra large comforters to meet her eyes and wince. It's going to be hard explaining this one. "You're just going to have to wait until he awakes. Your brother came by wondering why you weren't at breakfast or lunch. Don't worry. I sent him away, I don't think he'd take it too well seeing you like this."
"Oh, um, thanks?" I'm at a loss for words. Does she think we did it?
"I'll want a good explanation for this, so go ahead. Why are you in the Weasley's bed?"
"I was told to come down here last night, and I was too loopy to make it up to my dorm alone, and Fred was too sick to make the trip, and he didn't want me to have to sleep in that chair and there was no other beds available." I explain.
"Is that why he's holding you like that?" She point to his tight grip around my middle. I go a little red, and she giggles. "You might want to pull this down before he wakes up." She states, rolling down my tank top that had rolled all the way up to my collarbone.
"Thank you."
"You know, I don't think it was any mistake he's holding you like that." Madam Pomfrey smirks.
"Oh, enough. He doesn't like me like that."
"But you do." She pushes, catching me off guard. I turn red and don't say anything. "I think-" She's cut off by the loud groan of Fred, waking up. He flings his arms from under me to stretch, rolling me off the bed by accident.
"Oh, shit. Sorry Holly." He says sleepily, rubbing his eyes. I stand up, pulling my shorts down.
"Language."
"All good, Freddie." Fred gets out of bed, revealing some sleeping shorts, causing me to turn around immediately, red as a tomato.
"Mr. Weasley," Madam Pomfrey shakes her head, and summons our robes. "Go change."
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I stumble back to the common room with Fred, almost unseen because everyone was in class. Fred and I had been excused from class, thank Godric, because I was extra tired and moody today. I was headed straight to my dorm to fall into another slumber.
"Hey where you going?" Fred asks flopping on the couch.
"I was going to take a nap."
"What? We just got up!" He asks, meeting my eyes.
"Well I'm tireedddd." I whine.
"Come on, stay up for me?" He pleads with puppy dog eyes. Can't say no to those.
"Fine. Let me go shower and change. I smell like a troll." I cave in.
"I have to shower too, wanna save water and shower together?" Fred jokes, catching up to me and wiggling his eyebrows. I playfully hit him in the shoulder, trying to hide my redness.
"You wish!" I laugh. I make my way up to my dorm, parting ways with Fred, imagining what it would be like if we did shower together. Those thoughts filled my mind as I shampooed and conditioned. When I got out of the shower, I put on baggy grey sweats and a very large grey hoodie. I brushed my hair mindlessly, staring into the mirror. Would Fred actually want to shower with you? You're fat. He wouldn't. Why does this even matter? I don't even like Fred. Okay, maybe a little. Deep down I know if I admit it to myself, I'll fall for him harder. I grab my quill and potions essay that is due tomorrow, and slowly make my way back down to the common room.
"Took ya long enough!" Fred exclaims, throwing his hands into the air just like his mother does. I smile at the traits he inherited from his mother. I wonder what other traits I inherited from my mum.
"I'm sorry, I have needs." I laugh.
"Yeah, with the detachable shower head." He says as he raised an eyebrow. What's that got to do with me taking long in the shower?
"Huh?" I ask, slamming my potions essay on the table.
"Never mind." He says, sitting next to me on the couch. "Do you really have to do potions right now?"
"Yes, Fredrick. It's due tomorrow. Do you have something better we could be doing right now?"
"Don't use my full name, and yes. Developing products for the shop." Fred always hated when I called him Fredrick.
"After I'm done my essay, we'll do the products. Kay, Freddie?"
"Kay." He sighs, laying down, resting his head in my lap. I secretly smile to myself. How much cuter can this man get? When I finish my essay, we start to develop Puking Pastils as students file in and out of the common room, marking classes being finished.
"Where HAVE you been?" Harry demands, just like Molly Weasley did in forth year after the Weasley's excursion to save Harry and I.
"Hospital wing, Freddie wasn't feeling good." I explain.
"Looks like you've been here a while though."
"Yup. We we were excused from classes." Fred finishes. Harry seems some what satisfied by the answer, and notifies us it's time for dinner. We all make our way down to the feast, with an early turn in for me, right after dinner with much protest from Fred, but I was completely beat and needed my rest for tomorrow, because I was headed out to the quidditch pitch for more practice and workouts.
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