Wickedly Yours | Fred Weasley
Fred and Florence have been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts. But when they enter their fifth year, something shifts between them. Florence starts noticing Fred in a way she never has before, and her feelings for him begin to grow into something deeper, something more complicated.
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content.
There's a thud as he hits the floor, and I burst into laughter, leaning over the edge of the couch to look at him. "That's what you get for messing with me, you menace."
"Oh, you think this is funny?" he says from the floor, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Very."
"Well, let's see how funny you find this-"
Before I can react, Fred grabs my wrist and tugs, and with a startled yelp, I lose my balance completely.
Next thing I know, I'm tumbling right off the couch-landing directly on top of him.
We both groan at the impact, but then-then we're laughing. Proper, breathless, can't-get-a-word-out laughing. My head is resting against his chest as his shoulders shake beneath me, his arms still loosely around me from catching me mid-fall.
I try to push myself up, but I'm still laughing too much to make any real effort. "You're impossible," I gasp, my forehead dropping against his shoulder as I try to catch my breath.
"And yet, here you are, literally on top of me," Fred teases, though his voice is softer now, warm and full of amusement.
I finally lift my head, looking down at him, still grinning. "Well, this is your fault, you idiot."
He doesn't argue. He just smiles up at me, eyes bright, like he's perfectly happy to stay like this a little longer.
And suddenly, the laughter fades-not in a bad way, not in an awkward way-just... in a way that leaves us quietly looking at each other, still smiling.
Then-
"Oi-what the bloody hell are you two doing?"
All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for the original ones created by me.
