Consequences Of Mischief: FRED WEASLEY ENEMIES TO LOVERS

A Dangerous Ride

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"Can you stop making that bloody noise?" Asked Fred, finally at his tipping point.

Morgan snapped her head towards the driving boy. Staring at him in disbelief.

"Im sorry... do you mean my breathing" Morgan snapped back.

Fred let out an exasperated sigh, which Morgan only returned.

The two had been driving for less than five minutes... and were already sick of each other.

When Morgan first attempted to open her car window, Fred didn't let her. Promptly turning on the child security lock.

When Fred attempted to take a sip of a week old soda currently residing in his cup holder, Morgan lost it. Not because he was about to drink something filled to the brim with bacteria, but because he was taking his eyes off the road.

Morgan was not exaggerating earlier when she said Fred Weasley was a terrible driver, in fact- the only thing Fred was worse at than driving was probably sex...

...she assumed...

Regardless, less than one mile on the road, and Fred was already swerving.

"You're going over the line again" Morgan said, face plastered against her window- staring down at the lines on the road.

"Would you stop micromanaging me- I know how to drive." Fred retorted, looking at the girl with an annoyed face.

suddenly Morgan jolted forward- eyes growing wide.

"Watch out!"

Fred quickly looked forward, swerving the car as he attempted to break-

-there was nothing in front of them.

"God damn it Jude!" Fred yelled, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

The car stayed in the middle of the road as Fred held his hand up to heart, feeling his adrenaline fading.

"thats what happens when you take your eyes off the road Freddie, best keep that in mind." She said, turning towards him. "You can move the car now."

"No, I don't think I will" he said, staring straight at her.

"Well we cant very well just stay in the middle of the road Fred, other cars are gonna come up behind us eventually."

"Let them" said Fred nonchalantly, not breaking eye contact with the girl.

Morgan simply stared back at him.

"Move. Your. Arse" She stated clearly.

"Make me" He said, raising his eyebrows at the fuming girl.

"You see, I would- but I wouldn't wanna worsen my arm injury and get you in trouble with your mummy." She said, giving him a pout.

"Oh come off it," Fred said, finally breaking his eye contact. "I've had worse encounters with a bludger in elementary school." he huffed.

"Yeah, because you're a fragile old chap-" Morgan said brightly, "we cant all burst into a million pieces every time we come in contact with something hard... Otherwise none of us would have a social life- much like you."

Fred turned slightly to face the girl properly.

"Excuse me" he said.

"You heard me"

"I'll have you know, my social life is very lively- not that you'd have anything to compare it to." He said smugly.

"Oh yeah- I'm sure hiding in your bedroom for weeks at a time gets all the girls in 6th year hot and bothered." Morgan snorted.