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I've Made Up My Mind.

Fred's PoV --- (I know, so exciting.) Also look at the picture. I think I'm dYiNg...

I heard footsteps echo down the girls staircase and Izzy pulled herself off me. "Fuck." She whispered. "I gotta go."

"Just go to my room." I passed her jumper to her and started doing up my shirt, at the same time desperately trying to cover my crotch. "Bloody hell Izzy just go." She had paused to help with my shirt.

She jogged up the stairs to the boys dormitories, her trainers making soft thuds on the steps. Once I finished doing up the buttons on my shirt I grabbed the potions book and parchment, pushing them down on my lap.

"Oh. Hey Fred." Hermione came down the stairs. "Have you seen Ron? Is he up still?"

I cleared my throat. "I dunno. I think he's just up in his room."

"Okay. Thanks." She walked up the stairs.

"Bloody hell." I murmured to myself, removing the books from my legs and collecting my things from the table. A deep breath in, and out.

Izzy's PoV ---- *****

I climbed the stairs until I got to Fred and George's room, trying to sneak quietly past Ron's. When I opened the door to his room I sat down on Fred's bed and fiddled with my skirt. Fuck. What was I even doing here? This is Fred! Gods sake, what were we thinking!

I stood up and ran my hand through my hair, pacing the room. Eventually I let myself sit down again on George's bed. Then something sliver caught my eye, tucked down the back of Fred's mattress. My brow scrunched up as I tried to make put what it was. Giving up, I walked over and tugged it free from the mattress, only to then find it stuck to the bedframe.

Handcuffs. "Oh my God." I murmured to myself, "Who knew Fred could be so kinky."

Then the door opened and I flinched to turn around.

"Hey." Said Fred. As he looked down to my hand he instantly turned red, saying something under his breath.

I stood and smiled at him. "Didn't think Freddie would be one for handcuffs."

"Well Freddie would also have preferred that you didn't find those." He set down his books on one of the shelves, still blushing furiously.

"Does George know you have them?" I laughed.

"Of course he doesn't."

"Oh really? They're kinda obvious to spot from over there." I gestured to George's bed.

"Shit." He hurriedly sat on Georges bed and squinted to look at his own bed. "Shit, shit, shit. You can see the chain."

"My god." I rolled my eyes, "You idiot." I moved over to him and placed my hands on his knees.

"Your idiot." He smiled.

"No I think you're just everyones' idiot."

He pouted his bottom lip, "You just had to ruin that, didn't you."

"Yup." Fred ran his hands over mine. "And about before.. I- I don't kn-"

He layed down and ran his hands through his hair, "No I don't want any 'I don't know's'. Can't we just ignore that and carry on what we were doing?"

"Fred.."

"Yeah. Yeah. 'Where's this gonna go?' 'What will George think?' Fuck George. He won't care." He groaned, turning over onto his front.