RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 22

As they'd reached her room, Emelia saw the mess on his pants. He sat on the edge bed with his hands put behind him. She had an idea.

Emelia inched closer to his crotch and licked the butterbeer. Her mouth was filled with a sweet taste. He groaned out her name and his erection grew. Emelia kept licking the jeans until it was mostly cleaned up. She still had her converse on, but got on top of the bed and sat down on it. Her hips moved in a circular motion and his hands were resting on her waist.

His head was on the headboard, by then. She stopped for a second and bent down to reach his face. Fred's ears were turning red. Her tongue glided from his jawline to his neck. She'd left a love bite.

"Jesus fuck, Emelia. Stop teasing me."

That was her cue. She took off his pants and boxers and felt his boner. It was large. This time she wasn't drunk and neither was he. Her hand slipped down there and she jerked him off, slowly.

"Pick up the fucking pace, Adams."

Her last name sounded so attractive in his mouth, along with his raspy voice. She sped up. It was pulsating in her hands.

"I'm going to cum, Emelia, holy fuck."

She decided to put him in her mouth. It was hard not to gag when she deep throated him. He was nine inches.

"I-I'm cumming"

Suddenly he came onto her tongue and she swallowed it all.

"Good girl.", he said.

She excused herself and went to the bathroom. Emelia stared at herself in the mirror and laughed. She couldn't believe it. It happened twice. Sex with Fred Weasley.

Emelia walked back out and his shirt was off. He was in only his boxers.

"Don't mind me. My clothes just need to be washed. I guess that means I'll have to stay here for a day...or two.", he said grinning.

She nodded and went to her desk. Emelia was about to write a letter to Tom to not come over, but realized he wasn't going to. After the fiasco which occurred this morning it wasn't likely. She checked the time. It was 7:56 PM.

"Oi, Adams. C'mere.", Fred said.

She walked over and looked at him. He grabbed her waist and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand. Her eyes widened. She didn't really like kissing, it felt as if her air was being taken from her. Nonetheless, she sunk into his kiss. They broke off and she climbed over him to sit by him.

"Tom doesn't deserve you. He's a foolish wizard who can't keep his hands away from you. Cant blame him though, look at you.", Fred said.

Emelia didn't respond. She nudged him forward and sat behind him. His head was well-rested between her thighs and she played with his hair. It was quite soft for a quidditch player.

"I know he doesn't.", she said softly. Emelia knew this. She knew she also had a superiority complex and it had to be under control. While her life was a mess, she believed she was better than everyone else at Hogwarts.

"He's quite dangerous. I know he was the one who hexed Pucey. Why else would he smile that his houses team lost?"

She already knew this. What was life without risks? He looked up at her and sighed.

"Want to listen to some muggle music?", she asked.

He smiled and said yes. She took out her airpods and put one in Fred's ear. She thought of the song and it started playing. Fred was amazed by where the sound was coming from.

"What's the name?", he asked.

"Daddy issues."

He snickered and looked at her.

"Sounds like Malfoy to me."

Her smile grew wider and she tried to hold back a laugh. For the first time in a while, Emelia felt free. No school, no detention, and no Tom. She was in a hotel, sitting with Fred Weasley, listening to the Neighborhood.