TW: this chapter contains a sexually explicit scene

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"SHE GOT OFF! SHE GOT OFF!"

There is celebration in twelve Grimmauld Place tonight as an impromptu party is held in my honour for not getting expelled after all.

The Hearing was weird, but fine, with good results.

Dumbledore saved me I guess, but he refused to look at me as he swept out of the Hearing like the drama queen he is.

Even Molly celebrates, accepting the glass of wine George offers her. As soon as she finishes it, I notice George topping up her glass, throwing me a wink as he does so.

"This is your plan?" I mutter out of the corner of my mouth to Fred. "To get your mother so wasted that she won't notice us sneaking off?"

"Pretty much," Fred grins wickedly, "not that she needs much encouragement."

I spend the evening eating and talking to the others, the whole time with my mind on later. I am yearning to be with Fred so much so that I am scarcely able to concentrate on anything else.

"You seem a million miles away," Sirius observes as he waves a plate of sausage rolls under my nose. "Is this due to a certain red headed twin?"

I feel my face instantly heat, and I drop the sausage roll I had just helped myself to.

"I knew it," Sirius smirks. "I see the way you look at him with dewy eyes. It's how your mother used to look at James. They were so in love it would have been sickening if I weren't so happy for them."

My cheeks flame further. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say unconvincingly. My eyes dart over to Fred who is chuckling at something Lupin just said.

Sirius gives a hearty laugh, slapping a hand down heavily on my shoulder that I nearly topple over. "Merlin! Molly must be blind as a bat not to notice what is going between you two. I say go for it you lovebirds. Hell, I wish I could be your age again."

"I don't think Molly approves of me very much," I say heavily. "If she finds out about us, she will definitely chuck me out."

Sirius' eyes darken."This is my house, remember? And eventually will be yours one day. She has no right to kick you out of here. For fuck's sake, you and Fred are both old enough to do what it is you clearly want to do."

God, this is so embarrassing. I don't need my godfather cheerleading on my sex life.

"Just-" Sirius says as clearly a thought crosses his mind, "make sure- you know... that two becomes one, and not three."

Oh good God, now he is quoting Spice Girl lyrics at me.

I try and escape before he tells me to be a little bit wiser and put it on, put it on.

Hell, I don't even know if Fred is even that prepared. I know I'm not.

"I've got some spare in my bedside cabinet if you need them!" Sirius calls over to Fred, lifting up his bottle of beer to him. "Not like I got any bloody use for them anymore."

At this, Fred glances up, his curious eyes darting from me to Sirius.

I want to die right there and right then. Come get me Voldemort, because at this point I won't fight back.

I nervously glance in Molly's direction to see if she may have heard, but luckily she is too busy drunkenly doing the hokey cokey with Tonks and Moody to have noticed.

Fred mouths over to me, 'What the?' And I just shrug back at him.

Then, smiling, he discreetly beckons his head, and I smile back, hastily putting my Butterbeer down on the side before I follow him out of there.

We practically run up the stairs two at a time. And I don't care that my godfather knows, or that Molly might kill us come morning. For when Fred drags me into an empty, unused room, I kiss him harder than I've kissed him before, clawing at his shirt, desperate to remove every barrier between us.

His shirt falling to the ground, we tumble down onto a bed, the dust puffing up around us.

"Oh fuck," Fred groans into my mouth as he rips open my blouse so violently that buttons ping everywhere.

"Wait!" I gasp against his mouth, not wanting to stop, but also equally not wanting to get caught. "The door!"

Still on top of me, Fred whips out his wand and aims it at the door, the satisfying click of the lock reassuring me. But before we can resume, there's something else I need to make sure of, not forgetting my godfather's advice.

"Have you got a condom?" I ask, fearful he's going to say no.

Fred's eyes widen hungrily as he looks down at me and he nods.

I lift my head off the mattress and kiss him, my arms going around him as I pull him back down to me. My whole body sings at the feel of his skin against mine.

It's not enough, I want more. And clearly so does Fred as he pulls down the cup of my bra and hungrily gropes my breast. And then he stops kissing me and instead his lips find my nipple and I gasp at the sensation, my hands flying to the back of his head as I tangle my fingers in his hair.

"Shit," Fred mutters as he once again lifts his head.

His eyes are so dark with lust that I almost come there and then.

"What is it?" I ask, almost fearful that he's going to stop this.

"I nearly forgot the Silencing Charm." He once again grabs his wands and flicks it in the air before tossing it aside.

"Now you can moan my name as loud as you like," he chuckles before catching my lips back in his.

"Fred," I groan into his mouth as he kisses me harder. "I want you, please."

I reach down to his belt buckle, desperate to get it undone, but his fingers snap around my wrist stopping me.

"Let me look after you first," he growls.

He sits up, straddling me as I lie beneath him, panting hard and ready to give him anything he wants.

Slowly, he unbuttons my jeans his hot breath over my stomach as he pulls them down my legs. When he presses his face into my thongs, I almost cry out in pleasure, my hips bucking up to meet him, wanting to feel more.

"Fred don't stop," I yearn, feeling the heat of his lips through the thin material.

When his fingers push my thong aside I really do cry out as his tongue darts inside the folds of my skin, the ball of pleasure in my stomach building and knotting.

I've never felt anything like this before, even though I've touched myself to pleasure thinking about this moment in secret.

The feeling is so intense as I continue to buck my hips against Fred's enthusiastic tongue, that I'm sure my stomach will rip in two.

And I'm so fucking glad that Fred has silenced the room, for I cannot help the cry of pleasure that escapes my lips the second I tip over the edge.

I flop down into the mattress, breathless and spent, the waves of my orgasm still spasming my body as Fred lifts his head and looks down at me with such passion swirling in his eyes, his lips crooked and swollen.

I reach up and touch them, brushing my fingers against my wetness.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his lips moving against my fingertips.

And then, he is kicking off his trousers and pulling down his boxers. I stare at him in wonderment before I reach out and wrap my fingers around him.

He shudders almost immediately as I begin to stroke him, marvelling in the way that something can feel so hard, yet silky at the same time.

I watch in fascination as his eyes roll up to the back of his head when I apply further pressure, the hitch of the breath in his throat almost driving me back over the edge. And suddenly I want him inside me so much - to feel every inch of him of him properly.

But we need to be safe first, and I almost scream out in frustration as he pulls away from me to retrieve a small square foil packet from his discarded trouser pocket.

He rolls it on expertly, clearly having had a lot of previous practice. I try to remind myself this is a good thing as I recall Draco telling me about his lousy first experience.

Fred hovers back over me, his now covered erection digging into my thigh. He cups my face, and looks right into my eyes. "Are you sure?" He asks.

I have barely finished nodding when he pushes inside of me. I feel a sharp pain which makes me gasp out, but it quickly subsides.

And instead I am overcome with a feeling so perfect, I never want it to end.

"Fred," I breathe as he moves further into me, his eyes never leaving mine as he goes in all the way.

"Oh fuck-" he rasps, barely able to speak.

And then he begins to move, gently at first, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second. I simply stare up at him in awe, wrapping my legs tightly around him, wanting more and more of him.

I don't want this to stop, ever. I want Fred lying on top of me, inside me forever.

My body has never felt so alive and it's alive because of him.

His pace begins to quicken, and I watch as his face contorts in what can be mistaken for pain, but the way he bites my shoulder and calls out my name, he clearly is having a pretty good time.

I can feel the ball of pleasure tighten in my stomach once again, and it brings on a new sensation as Fred slides an arm beneath me and flips me over so that I'm now on top of him. He reaches up around me and unclips my bra, pulling it clean away from me.

Our bodies, still joined, are now hot sweaty messes as he guides my movements - one hand fiercely gripping my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as the other grabs my breast.

"Fuck-" he rasps again as he bucks violently beneath me, thrusting up inside of me so deep that I swear he's going to burst out of my stomach.

I have lost him to a world of pleasure, but it doesn't matter because I'm also getting lost in mine too as our bodies move frantically as one, drenching the sheets in our heat and sweat.

"Fuck!" He groans again as he thrusts me down on him harder and harder, our entwined bodies becoming nothing but a burning ball of energy. "Fuck, I'm coming-"

And just as I feel the familiar rip of pleasure, his body tautens beneath me, shuddering and shaking as profanities spill from his lips.

And then we are both collapsing together into the bed, my damp body falling against his as he holds me tight, both of us breathing so heavily it's like we've run a marathon.

Eventually the room quietens as our breathing returns to normal and only our rapid heartbeats can be heard.

"That was amazing," Fred murmurs into the darkness, clutching me close against him. "You are amazing."

My face nuzzled into his neck, I smile.

I hope he feels that smile because the next thing I know I am drifting off into a contented sleep, wrapped in the arms of the boy I'm pretty sure I have fallen hopelessly and utterly in love with.

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