Days at the burrow (Fred/Harry)

Chapter 9

Y/N

I woke up around eight in the morning. Ginny must've decided to sleep in because she was still in her bed.

My head ached really bad from all the drinks we consumed last night.

Shit.

Last night.

It felt like a dream. There's no way that actually happened.

I remember moments from last night of Harry and I. Us in the kitchen, making out. Then I swore I remember taking it to the couch. I tried to think really hard but a lot of it was a blur. It couldn't of been a dream, right?

Then I remembered talking to Ron. He came downstairs and saw Harry and I. What were we talking about? Was Harry and I really shagging on the couch or did I imagine that? I know one things for sure, we made out.

I snuck out of my bed trying not to wake Ginny. She was a really light sleeper.

I made it to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror my heart dropped out of my ass.

I had three hickeys.

This wasn't a dream. It really happened.

Did Harry remember? I knew he was just as drunk as me.

I needed to find Ron.

But first I needed to cover up these hickeys.

I opened up my drawer at the bottom of the cabinet and pulled out my makeup bag. I used lots of concealer to cover it up. It ended up working, but it looked a bit strange.

Whatever, I need to talk to Ron.

I freshened up a bit before leaving the bathroom since it didn't seem like I was going back to sleep now.

I knew Ron was up around this time so he might be downstairs.

I slowly walked downstairs to be quiet.

"Morning." Fred said while pouring coffee.

Shit.

I felt so guilty. Fred liked me a lot and I liked him back. I told him no when he wanted to do it with me and now I just did it with Harry.

"H-hey Fred." I didn't make eye contact.

"Sleep alright? You had a lot to drink last night, probably the drunkest out of all of us!" He laughed.

"Yeah I slept good. Well, when you put a bunch of good alcohol in front of me you better expect me to drink it." I joked.

"You know you're only sixteen. Better take a break from drinking for a while."

"You're right." I poured some coffee as well.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit off today." He came and stood next to me.

He brushed my hair behind my ear.

I instantly turned towards him to hide the side of my neck. I can't let him see the faint purple.

"Yeah don't worry, just a little hungover I guess." I said nervously.

"Okay well...you can tell me if anything is wrong." He placed his hand on my cheek.

I didn't say anything. There's no way in Merlin I could tell him what happened. It would hurt his feelings and I don't want him to attack Harry again. Harry's already got enough ptsd.

"Fred, seriously, I'm fine." I said just above a whisper.

"Here." He said coming closer to me.

He placed a short but somewhat long kiss onto my lips. I kissed him back.