"You're telling me you've never thought of this?" He whispers against my skin. "Can't say I have." I breathe out. "Your breathing tells me differently." I feel him smirk against my skin. "Hush up and kiss me."
|Fred Weasley x Female OC
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E L A R A
I can feel the soft six am sunlight on my eyelids. I'm awake but opening my eyes feels like a struggle. The feeling of my bed shifting causes my eyes to shoot open. I sit up and look to my left to see Fred still asleep in my bed.
"Shit shit shit," I mumble while rubbing my temples. "Fred wake up." I shake him lightly. "Five more minutes." He groans. "You need to leave before everyone else wakes up," I state while trying to stand.
My legs still shake lightly if I move them the wrong way. What has he done to me?
"Shit what time is it?" He mumbles while rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Ten past six," I reply. "Why can't you just say six-ten?" He chuckles. "Because I grew up a Malfoy, now leave before anyone notices," I say while throwing his clothes at him, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt.
"Don't- keep it, it looks good on you," Fred says. "I'll see you later." He smirks before opening the door to leave. I roll my eyes before running my hands over my face.
Whatever Fred and I have going on needs to end. If not for his safety, then for mine. Imagine what Lucius would do if he found out I was fooling around with a so-called blood traitor.
Just as the thought crosses my mind a small tap on the window catches my attention. "Hi, Aquila." I gently pet the owl, giving her a much-deserved treat. "Thank you." I kiss the top of her head before she flies away, knowing Lucius wants her back. I take a deep breath as I gently rip open the letter.
Tears sting my eyes as I read over the letter. He has a purpose. As if I am nothing more than the daughter he never wanted. Draco didn't even attend the parties I hosted, Lucius simply wanted a reason to bring me down again.
I rip the paper as many times as possible before throwing it out the window. It takes all of my strength not to scream at the top of my lungs. If he really didn't want me, why didn't he get rid of me? Why doesn't mother write me herself? You're mother wishes you well too.
Why does she allow her only daughter to suffer so much?
| A U T H O R S N O T E | I'm forcing my mom and brother to watch all the HP movies and we finished GOF last night😗✌🏻
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