dream of me // Fred Weasley

8. Bird

Having spent the entire morning in bed, Ron was absolutely ravenous. As Blair descended the stairs, her heart still racing from her non-chat with Fred, she could hear packets being ripped open, pots and pans clanging together, and the sound of various kitchen appliances in use.

The kitchen was chaos. It seemed that George, Ron and Ginny had all been too hungry to even focus on putting together a meal. Hermione and Harry were both sitting at the table, as far from the three Weasley's as they could, completely bewildered at the animals before them.

Blair gently lowered herself into a seat next to Hermione, as if they were watching animals in the wild and moving too quickly or being too loud would disturb them and chase them away. Blair, Harry and Hermione sat in silence, watching as the three red-heads fought over the last of the snacks. Ron snatched a fruit winder from Ginny's hands as George emptied the last of the coco pops into his mouth, much to Ginny and Ron's dismay.

"I did offer to cook but they just started pulling things out of cupboards," Hermione muttered as the three people at the table couldn't peel their eyes away from the Weasleys. Tensions seemed to be rising between the three siblings as the more they ate, the less food there was. Just as George had lunged at both Ron and Ginny, who were already fighting over the last angel slice, there came a cough from the entrance to the kitchen.

All of the Weasley's looked up as those sitting at the table turned around to see Fred standing, completely confused as he looked at his siblings. "Stop acting like animals, Jesus why don't you make something for everyone? Selfish bastards," he muttered under his breath and then took a seat next to Blair, shaking his head in a very fatherly way.

His words seemed to have an immediate affect on his siblings as they untangled their arms and place the angel slice on the counter top. They stepped back and looked at each other, giving silent apologies and small nods as Hermione rose to her feet and started instructing them all on what to do to prepare food for everyone.

Blair was staring at Fred, her eyes full of nothing but lust. They way he had handled that situation so cool and calm, it made her swoon. Previous to last night, she would've just ignored the feeling that he gave her, but since she now knew that he seemed to want to continue whatever they had started, it was a lot harder to push the feeling down.

As the rest of the Weasley's, as well as Harry and Hermione, were working together to clean up the mess and get some food ready, Blair saw this as her chance. She leaned over the table a little, making Fred turn to look at her. Even he couldn't avoid the glint in her eyes as she smiled, "I need to speak to you," she whispered, silently rising from the table and keeping her eyes trained on Fred's until she turned the corner and was out of sight.

It was only seconds before Fred's silent footsteps carried him around the corner, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he looked down at her. "What's wrong?" he whispered as Blair pulled him closer, his expression suddenly changing when he realised what the glint in her eye meant. Blair pushed her hand under his t shirt and dragged her hand across his toned stomach as she pulled him down to her face.

Just as they had last night, Fred and Blair worked in sync with each other. The rhythm of their lips moving in perfect timing, Blair letting out soft moans as she felt Fred's hands roam over her body, giving gentle squeezes to her thighs, bum and chest.

He seemed to know exactly how to get Blair to melt into his hands as, like last night, he kissed all down her jaw and her neck. Stopping just below her ear he nipped and sucked, sure to leave a mark as Blair became breathless. They tried to be as quiet as they could, what with their friends and family just a few feet away, but Fred was making it increasingly hard for Blair to remain silent.