Consequences Of Mischief: FRED WEASLEY ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Aftermath

oh my god...

OH MY GOD

Morgan quickly grabbed the sheets surrounding her and covered her entire body, including her head in a state of shock.

"What the fuck!" Yelled Fred, eyeing the covered shape of Morgan under his brothers sheets.

What had he just walked into?

"Get out!" Bellowed Morgan in response.

Fred furrowed his brows, trying to understand what the hell was going on... slowly putting the pieces together.

"This is my bloody room- and blimey, that Ron's bed!" Fred replied, catching on.

"I don't care! get out! Get out! GET OUT!" Morgan continued, shutting her eyes tightly under the covers, hoping more than anything for this to be a sick nightmare.

Fred was about to continue- but felt suddenly brought into the moment and decided he rather not pick this battle while Morgan was naked underneath the thin bedsheets of his younger brother's bed. Something about it felt wrong- taking advantage of the fact she couldn't move in order to win an argument.

- and yet he couldn't ignore the bubbling feeling in his chest.

Morgan heard Fred's footsteps heading back towards the door before he slammed it loudly.

A few moments passed.

And then a couple more...

Until finally, after around 10 minutes of praying under the sheets that she had just imagined the whole ordeal- Morgan slowly brought her face out from under the covers- eyeing the slammed door.

It was real.

Fred Weasley, the person Morgan had learned to hate more than anyone, had walked in on her...pleasing herself.

... in his brother's bed... in their shared room.

Oh my god.

Morgan knew she needed to get out of the bed and put her pajama bottoms back on as quickly as possible- find Fred and try to rectify the situation... but her body did not want to move.

In fact, she found herself begging to die right there- in that moment rather than have to face the music.

If only Professor Lupin had Killed her last year outside the whomping willow, then she would never have had to live to this moment.

Morgan quickly reached down from the bed in order to retrieve her pants and quickly shoved them on under the covers- fearful that the twin may walk into her room again.

His room- she corrected herself.

Once she had gathered herself as much as she possibly could- Morgan made her way out of the room- towards the kitchen.

Should she act as nothing happened?

Should she try to lie about what he had seen?

Beg for forgiveness? Justify herself?

As Morgan finally descended the stairs and strolled towards the kitchen- she spotted an annoyed Fred Weasley standing by the countertop.

He turned to look at her when she had stepped off the final stair and began walking towards the kitchen.

At that moment, Morgan panicked.

She decided to act as nothing had happened- ignore it as long as she could, or until Fred ultimately brought it up. She figured this could honestly take weeks- if ever.