Night Terrors

                                    

                                          
The closet was small and compact, there was barely room for one person let alone for you and Fred - who were now pretty much chest to chest. You leant back against the wall, creating a small space between you. 
                          
Fred reached behind him to pull his wand out of his pocket, swiftly casting a quick silencing spell and magicking the lock shut. You raised a brow, pulse quickening. Not that he could see through the darkness.
                          
"Annndd what have you done that for?" you asked, slightly apprehensive of his answer. Fred chuckled back, "Just wanted to get you alone away from prying eyes and listening ears," he said casually, with that regular lick of mischief in his voice. 
                          
You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for his advancements. "Fred, I'm really tired. I'm not doing this now," you affirmed, you were beginning to feel fed up with being passed between the two - maybe that was your tiredness talking. 
                          
He gasped and you felt the movement where he brought a hand to his chest in fake astonishment, "I wouldn't dare, do you think that's the only thing I want when we're alone?" he asked mischievously, you could just make out a smirk on his face once your eyes adjusted to the dark. 
                          
"Yes actually," you remarked, the heat rising rather quickly in the small space. "I am more than just a pleasure seeking beast," Fred said, his teeth dazzling even in the faint light. His vibe was contagious, invigorating. 
                          
He sighed and planted his palm against the wall beside your head, tilting his head where his jawline shone in the light peaking through the cracks in the door. "But seriously," he continued, you could feel his breath fanning your face. He was so close. 
                          
"I can tell by the way you've been walking that you've been roughed up, wouldn't want to make anything too obvious now would we?" he teased, his laugh ruffling your hair a little. "Getting pretty serious between you two, isn't it?" he said, making the direct connection between you and George. 
                          
Your relationship had kindled from a small spark to a raging bonfire very quickly, it was no denying how close you had become. But still, nothing had been made official. 
                          
"It's not like we're together," you scoffed, pointing out how short your time had been this summer. "The three of us still hated one another nearly six weeks ago," you said. 
                          
Fred clicked his tongue, and through the absence of light you could see him purse his lips. The silence that followed was almost deafening, when finally he broke it. "We professed our love for one another," he said casually, and you couldn't help but giggle back at him. You could tell from the atmosphere that he was joking. 
                          
"I think that was the lust talking. And you've just proved my point, don't want to jump into anything too quickly," you replied, mustering up the strength to regain some sort of composure - wouldn't want to hurt the poor man's feelings. "Mmm," his throat rumbled his response, agreeing with you. 
                          
"Well since you and Georgie aren't ... 'official'," he emphasised, using his free hand to symbolise air quotes. "He wouldn't mind if we fooled around," his tone dripped with carnality, pale long fingers brushing across your jawline. You buckled under his sensual movements, however swiftly regaining the feeling of aching legs and a smothering headache. 
                          
Cupping your hand over his, you stopped him. "I said I'm tired, Freddie" you reaffirmed. He pulled his hand back and leant away from the wall, "Whenever you're ready," he said, the lustful tone briskly melting away, in its place rang one more soft, almost apologetic. 
                          
"What did you really want to talk about?" you asked, only really thinking about collapsing into a pile of blankets and resting your head. Fred was quiet for a minute, nearly uncharacteristically too long.