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"Your son is just across the hall, Fred." I got out but it sounded more like a moan.
His eyes darkened, "Then you better be quiet, shouldn't you?" He said huskily, his voice filled with lust. "Unless you want him to know who you belong to. Who kiss's you, who lick's you, who tie's you up and most importantly, who fucks you this good, hm?"
I let a loud moan rip through my throat. It echoed in the room and I could only hope Jeremy was asleep.
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Lyra Zabini is a young, feisty girl with a troublesome attitude and a dead brother. She is coming with her best friend back to his house for christmas holidays. But in an unexpected turn, she ends up in his fathers bed and unlocking the memories from the back of her mind to the person she would least expect. People say she needs to grow up but he understands her, for after all, he also lost a brother once.
Fred Weasley has not had had a lot of light in his life since the death of his beloved brother but that light is relit as soon as he meets the girl that his son brought home for christmas, he likes her attitude, her sass, her face, her body, her. He knows it's wrong but he doesn't care, he has to have her but nothing can happen, right? Right?
Mistakes are made. . . but can you really call them mistakes if there is no regret that comes with it?
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