Little Dragon ; Fred Weasley

Chapter 17

The high of the continuing wins rushed through your veins. You hated to admit it, but you loved the praise. The applause. The admiration. You never got it as a kid so you would do little things to get it.

You decided to walk Fred to his common room this time since he always walks you. He was wrapped in a towel, slightly shivering. You on the other hand, we're not cold at all. You still wore the tight shirt and short spandex. 'Well i better be off,' you said stopping before he got to the door. 'Why don't you come in?' he said grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. 'Is that aloud?' you asked with a smirk on your face. ' Who cares? Everyone is asleep right now,' he said looking down at your outfit. He was not even attempting to hide the fact he was checking you out. 'Let's go,' you said laughing and he quickly threw you over his shoulder and went into the common room.

No one was in there. The only thing you cold hear was the crackle of the fire. You liked it a lot, the warmness of it, but you enjoyed your common room more. He put his hand on your ass while he was walking in, causing you to blush. He set you down on the couch and sat next to you. 'So what do you want to do?' you asked leaning back. 'This,' he said leaning in. He gently started kissing you, but it quickly sped up. You climbed up onto his lap, and dug your fingers in his hair. You would slightly tug on his hair, causing both of you to smirk in the kiss. He grabbed your hips, pressing you against him. You could hear a slight grunt come out of his mouth, causing you to smirk. You let out a soft laugh. You left his lips and started kissing him neck. You kissed up and down as he grabbed your hips, pushing you down more. You started sucking on his neck, knowing you would leave at least one hickey. You slowly kissed up to his ear. 'Easy baby, you seem a little flustered,' you said whispering in his ear. You leaned back in and went to kiss him again. You were taken by surprise when he didn't kiss you back, but pushed you off with him now hovering you over you. He hand was lightly placed around your neck, but tight enough to get your attention. One of his thighs were in between your legs, pressing against you. He moved slightly, causing you to blush instantly. He noticed and looked down to see where his leg was. 'Be careful love, I would think you were getting a little flustered,' he whispered against your lips. He wasn't lying, you definitely were. He started kissing you again, creeping his hand up your shirt. You didn't think anything of it, until you realized his hand was barely touching your scar. You grabbed his hand and moved it to a different spot, away from it. He didn't realize what was going on with the scar. He totally forgot in that moment. He moved his hand back after kissing for a while. He gave your slide a squeeze trying to get you closer, but he didn't realize it was over your scar until it was too late.

Fred squeezed the spot on your stomach and you tried to hide your reaction. You tried to hide your feeling and any emotion towards it, but you couldn't. You were never able to. He pushed on it and instantly a sharp gasp escaped your lungs. Fred instantly shot up, trying to see what he did wrong. You got up and stumbled across the room. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The pain from it reminded you of the night it happened. Who did it to you and all the pain they caused.

'NO MOM! DAD! PLEASE,' you said sobbing laying on the kitchen floor. Your father was pinning you down on the floor while your Mother pulled a knife out of the drawer. 'PLEASE,' you screamed. Your Mother walked over to you pulled your shirt up, revealing your stomach. 'THIS WILL TEACH YOU NOT TO BE AROUND WITH THOSE FILTHY HALF-BREEDS!' she yelled in your ear before you passed out from the pain.

Fred watched you crawl across the floor away from his touch. You looked up and couldn't even process what was going on. Your mind played tricks on you when reminded of this night. You looked around, not remembering where you were. You looked down and saw blood dripping from your stomach. You could feel the pain coming from it. You were staring at the cut and blood, while Fred was looking at you with worry. Your head shot up, causing Fred to jump a little. You looked around frantically and saw tissues sitting on the table. You ran to them, holding your stomach to stop the bleeding. You grabbed pretty much all of them, and pressed them to the scar. You seemed to relax a little bit, seeing how you had it under control.

Fred's Pov:
Fred slightly squeezed your stomach causing you to gasp and pull away from his touch. Fred jumped back trying to make sure he didn't hurt you or do something wrong. He sat on the couch still and watched you sitting in the corner on the floor. He could see your eyes fill with tears, your hands shaking, but what he mostly noticed was the way your hand protectively wrapped around your stomach. He knew it had something to do with your stomach and the thing you refused to tell him about. He mentally began beating himself up. I touched it. I fucking touched it. I pressed on it. I felt the bump in her skin, and didn't even realize, he thought to himself. He began walking up to you, but stopped when you ran to the tissues. He got up and followed.

He was full of confusion when he saw you grab all of them and pressed them to your bare skin. You were turning around so he couldn't see what was on your stomach before you turned around. He looked into your eyes, he could see the tears filling up. 'It'll stop bleeding soon. It'll stop bleeding soon,' you said to him. You looked away from him but continued mumbling to yourself. Fred walked closer to you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, but he jumped when you flinched like he hit up. '(y/n), you're not bleeding. There's no blood,' Fred whispered confused. That's when he noticed it. Your mood when from fear to confusion to sadness but then to more fear. He watched you pull out the perfectly clean tissues and how you stared at them confused. You looked up at him, worry filling your eyes. ' I'm sorry. I have to go,' you said before running out of the common room. He tried to stop you but you were too fast.

Fred made his way up to his room. He didn't know what the hell just happened. Why was she so scared? Why did she react so badly to the pressure on her stomach? Why did she trying and stop bleeding? What the fuck was on her stomach? Fred thought to himself as he paced around frustrated.

That's when he knew was he needed to do. He got out paper and a quill and began writing his mother. He told his mom everything that was happening. How everything went down that night. He called his owl and sent it to her. He felt better knowing his mother wouldn't tell anyone. He had trouble falling asleep, but when he did it wasn't for very long.

Fred woke up to an owl placing a letter on his bed. He opened it from his mother. She explained how something bad must of happened before, so if he really cared about you he would respect that it's something you're not ready to talk about yet and how he needed to respect the pace that you wanted to go with him. Which he already was planning on doing. He put the letter away and got up to get ready for the day.

While getting ready he was completely unaware of the fact that Molly was now writing Dumbledore and Remus Lupin about what Fred just told her.