Eden's Garden (A Weasley Twin Smut Fic)

1-Quidditch

"May! Get your ass over here!" Oliver called out as I struggled to pull my shoes on

"Oh shut it Wood I'll get there when I get there." I finally pulled on my shoe before jogging over. I pull my long brown hair into a ponytail as he talks about our chaser formation. I struggled to hear him over two laughing twins.

"Aye, shut it Thing 1 and Thing 2. Some of us actually score for the team so we need to pay attention," I snapped at them and they stopped their giggling. I glared at them before tying my hair and crossing my arms. Ugh, the nerve of them. We were in the same year and they had no work ethic whatsoever. They fool around all practice and in every class. It's despicable.

"Appreciate it, May. Now everyone, let's go out there and beat the shit out of Ravenclaw." We cheered and walked out to the field. We had a brand new seeker, Harry Potter, who for some reason got on the team as a first year and no one has seen him play before. But it didn't matter, I was a better chaser than the entire Ravenclaw team combined.

And then the game began. It was absolutely chaotic. Ravenclaw had gotten better, but not good enough. I slipped through their gaps and scored goal after goal. I zoomed toward the Quaffle before stopping dead in my tracks. A flash of orange hair came in front of me, whacking a Bludger away. Fred winked at me before continuing on. I shook him away, but I dropped the Quaffle. A Ravenclaw chaser grabbed it and shot it, but Oliver blocked it. He made eye contact with me and gave me a look before throwing it to me. I quickly scored again and then the game was called. I saw a pile of red robes in the sand. It was Harry. I flew closer and the Snitch popped out of his mouth. Then, my vision went black.

I woke up in the hospital wing.

"Merlin, dear you were out for a while,@ Madam Pomfrey said as she walked towards me.

"What the bloody hell happened?"

"The Bludgers weren't stopped in time so you got hit straight in the head after the game was called."

Those bloody twins. Shit beaters, they were. Always knew it. I swallowed the pills Madam Pomfrey gave me and stormed out of the hospital wing. I stomped down to the Great Hall and saw them stuffing their faces. Their stupid, bloody faces.

"The hell were you doing? Staring off into space while I got nailed with a Bludger? You're beaters for a reason! That's your only job!" I screamed at them.

"Calm down, May. The game was called so the Bludgers were immobilized late. Not our fault you weren't paying attention," Fred snickered.

I grabbed the neck of his shirt with my fist and brought him close to my face.

"You let me get hit again, you're a dead man Weasley. You can count on that," I hissed before slamming him back into his seat. I glared at him one last time before heading to the locker room. I needed to change out of these dirty robes and release some anger.

As I changed out of my robes, I enchanted the punching bag to hang itself. I put on a sports bra and spandex and wrapped my wrists with tape before setting up. I punched the bag hard, then again. And again and again and again. I went at it for about 30 minutes before tiring myself out. I gave it one last hard swing before I heard a voice.

"What'd that bag ever do to you?" It was Fred.

I shrunk the bag and put it back in my locker. "Let's say I was imagining it was a certain someone. Helps me not bloody up this certain person." I unwrapped my hands and put the wrap back in my locker.

"I wouldn't want to get on your bad side. Looks like you can knock me out till next week."

"Oh yeah? Want me to prove it?"

"Settle down Eden. Only joking." He smiled and held up his hands.

"Don't call me that. And get out I'm practically naked."

"Your clothing was your choice. It was also your choice to not lock the door. I just came in to grab my tie." He reached over me to open his locker. I backed up to give him space, but I was already against the lockers. He practically pushed me up against them. He grabbed his tie and looked down at me. "Well well. Look at how close we are, May. If someone were to walk in, they might think we're snogging."

"As if I'd snog you, Weasley. You're no Cedric Diggory."

"Got a thing for Diggory, eh? I could make that happen. Unless there's someone you'd rather have who could be right in front of your eyes."

"In your dreams, Weasley."

He licked his lips before whispering, "You'll be in mine, Eden May."

My eyes went wide as he walked off, winking at me before closing the door to the locker room. I felt my face. Shit. My cheeks were burning. I put on my uniform before hurrying out of the room, but not before looking back at the spot where he pinned me against the lockers.

time skipppp

We won against Hufflepuff. Before the game, I was chatting with Cedric in the library and Fred was observing us. Cedric noticed and flirted with me. I obviously flirted back, but not to make Fred jealous. Why would I want to make Fred Weasley jealous? He put his arm around me and almost kissed me before Fred came over and told me Oliver wanted us in the locker room. I kissed Cedric's cheek before walking off.

"What are you doing? Flirting with the bloody enemy? You're gonna cost us the game Eden."

"Aw, Weasley I had no clue you cared. Too bad you're too dense to realize I don't let anything get in the way of Quidditch."

"Seems like you were a bit shaken, dropping the Quaffle as I saved you from a Bludger."

"You also were too distracted to beat the Bludger aiming for my head, so I think it evens out. Don't let me get hit again or you'll regret it Weasley."

"What are you gonna do, Eden? Punch my like your punching bag?"

"If you don't get my name out of your mouth then I will."

"Why don't you take it out then. My mouth is waiting." He leaned over and puckered his lips.

I slapped his cheek before walking off. I didn't have time for his mind games.

after the game

No one talked as we changed out of our Quidditch robes. It was a close game. It shouldn't have been. We always beat Hufflepuff, but for some reason everyone was off their game. The other chasers dropped the Quaffle almost every pass, and Oliver was just getting beat up at the rings. He turned around and said, "Never. Again." And then he was gone. Almost everyone filed out after him, except for me and Fred

"Well well well. Alone again, are we May?"

"Get the hell away from me. I'm not doing your games today."

"Who's says I'm doing any games? Maybe I wanted to borrow your punching bag."

I laughed. "You can't just 'borrow' a punching bag. You need training before going to this. I spent years with a coach before getting my bag."

"Then teach me. You're bloody built, and I want to look like that too. I mean look at you. You got muscles everywhere. Your legs and arms are huge, but in a good way. Last time I saw you boxing I'm 99% sure you had abs. I want that."

"Fine, you want to box? Here's what you need to know. Never let your guard down, even for a second. One split second of hesitation can be a knockout. No one takes it easy. Your opponents are tough, but you need to be tougher. It's not just hitting a bag for hours a day. It's everything about your life. No more stuffing your face with pudding every night. No lounging around in the common room. If you want to be like me, you're going to have to show some commitment. Until I get that, you get nothing. End of story."

He looked dumbfounded, as if he expected me to immediately say yes. I crossed my arms and popped my hip.

"Alright then. Just so you know, you look great in your little boxing outfit." He winks before putting his shirt on and walking out. Why in the hell was he always around me? He's going to be the death of me.