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Yeah, so this is the not-so-dirty version! With some very lazy censoring. If you want the naughty, go here. But if you aren't 17, it's not my fault if you get in trouble for going there!
By the time Fred made it to the castle, his hands were trembling so hard that he could barely keep hold of Eddie. The kitten clung to his jumper with her tiny claws, mewling pitifully. Fred scratched her ears absently, bounding up the stairs and through the hall to the Ravenclaw common room.
“This is it,” he told Eddie. Eddie blinked. Fred knocked softly on the entrance. He smiled widely as the portrait swung open and…Marietta Edgecombe appeared. She eyed him skeptically.
“…Cho’s gone to splash water on her face,” she said curtly. “I suppose you can come in.” Fred moved into the common room and handed Eddie to the dark girl.
“Here. I brought Eddie for you ladies to play with.” All the attention was immediately off of him, and he was able to relax the slightest bit. Not for long, though, as Cho chose that moment to bound down the stairs. Her eyes were still puffy and red from crying, but a bright smile was on her lips. Fred beamed at her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Hey,” he replied, taking a step closer. “You want to get out of here?” Cho’s smile grew, and she shyly extended her hand.
“Definitely.”
Fred took her hand and led her from the common room. “Room of Requirement alright?” he asked, blinking as Cho stopped walking. She arched an eyebrow and tugged Fred close.
“You haven’t kissed me in almost two weeks. For someone who’s going mad, you aren’t very eag--mmf!” Fred’s mouth was on hers in an instant. His tongue probed for entrance, which Cho quickly granted. They stood there quite a long while, kissing languidly. When Fred’s hands traveled up the back of her blouse, Cho pulled away. She leaned up to nip his earlobe and nuzzle softly against his cheek. “Now we can go to the Room of Requirement,” she murmured. Fred nearly purred his agreement.
He’d never found that hidden doorway so quickly before. Dropping Cho’s hand, he paced furiously in front of the spot, concentrating on a comfortable room where he and Cho could catch up. ‘And perhaps snog a bit.’ When the door appeared, he held out his arm to Cho in a gentlemanly fashion and pushed into the room.
Cho burst out laughing when she saw the room. It was an exact replica of Fred’s bedroom in the flat above the shop down in Hogsmeade, down to the scuff next to the door where that shoe he threw so long ago impacted. Fred blushed all down his neck, shutting and locking the door with a charm.
“I was thinking of somewhere comfortable where we could talk and…maybe snog a bit,” Fred muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Cho smiled reassuringly at him and kicked off her shoes.
“It’s perfect, love.” She bounced unceremoniously onto the bed. “Well, let’s talk and maybe snog a bit.” Fred slowly moved to the bed and sat on the edge, watching her with an odd expression on his face. Cho arched an eyebrow and nudged him. “What?”
“…I love you so bloody much,” he whispered. Cho’s gaze softened considerably. Fred touched a finger to her cheek, stroking the skin there tenderly. “Thank you. Thank you for forgiving me.”
“Oh Fred…” she sighed. She gently tugged him into a tight hug. He buried his face into her neck as she stroked his hair. “Thank you. For giving me a second chance. I love you so much, you silly git. And I acted like a right bitch.” Fred crooned against her throat. “You know I did. I don’t even know what I was thinking, demanding a break like that. That is, honestly, the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I can’t apologize enough.” She trailed off, resting her cheek against Fred’s head. He squeezed her tenderly, pressing soft kisses to any bit of skin he could reach without moving from her embrace.
They sat like that for a long while. Her hand finally paused its petting, resting on the back of his neck. “Fred? …Do you really ache for me?” she asked softly. Fred looked up, eyes wide.
“I do. So very, very much,” he replied. Cho touched his cheek, tracing her fingers over his lips and smoothing his hair back from his face.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. Fred blinked.
“Are…are you sure? I mean… Do you really want me?”
“Oh darling… Of course I want you. Who else would I want?” she asked. Fred shrugged sheepishly. “Exactly. I want you. Only you, love.” She drew him into a tender kiss, tugging him along as she stretched out on her back. He hovered over her, deepening the kiss. “Want you,” she whined as Fred trailed hot kisses down her neck.
“Want you too,” he hissed into the soft skin of her throat as she lifted a knee up between his legs. He shivered and slid back up her body to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered when he pulled away.
“I love you too,” he murmured back. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Only fools are positive,” Fred scolded teasingly. Cho smiled.
“Are you sure?” she asked innocently. Fred smirked.
“Positive.”
“Then I suppose we can be fools together.”
“I suppose we can,” he said. They smiled at each other for a long moment before Cho lifted her hips against his.
“Take off my blouse,” she instructed. Fred jerked in surprise and nodded quickly, blushing down his neck.
“Right! Blouse. Right. Sorry,” he stammered, immediately setting to work on her buttons. She giggled as his fingers brushed against her stomach. After a brief struggle with actually getting the shirt off, Cho was reclining on the pillows sans one article of clothing. Fred straddled her hips and gazed appreciatively at the flesh that had been revealed. He softly ran his fingers along the edge of her bra. Cho shivered, biting her bottom lip.
“Your turn,” she stated huskily. Fred stood on the bed, jostling Cho playfully and making her laugh. He tugged his shirt off easily and struggled out of his jeans. He managed to not fall off the bed and knelt over Cho in just his boxers. She smiled reassuringly.
“You’re so very lovely,” Fred murmured, kissing her lips. Then her throat. Then the valley between her breasts. He made his way slowly with single, soft kisses, blazing a trail down Cho’s front. When he reached the waist of her skirt, he traveled to the right and carefully grasped the zipper pull with his teeth. He tugged it down and nuzzled at her hip. Still with slow, lazy movements, he ran his hands down her sides and slid the skirt from her body. With a small moan from her, it was gone, tossed across the room to join Fred’s clothes and her blouse.
Cho shifted into a sitting position, tugging Fred into an exploratory kiss. His tongue made possessive sweeps as his hands fingered the lacy cloth that was supposed to pass as underwear.
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As the waves of their orgasms slowly ebbed away, they curled their arms around each other. Fred rolled onto his back, dragging Cho along with him. She sprawled boneless across his chest.
“…I promise, next time will be longer,” Fred whispered. Cho laughed and tucked her head under his chin.
“No, that was perfect. Just…perfect.”
“Good,” Fred replied, maneuvering them under the blankets. “You don’t mind sleeping here, do you? I don’t think I can move.” Cho shook her head. “Alright then. Sleep.”
“Love you,” she mumbled, already drifting off. Fred kissed her forehead and tightened his grip.
“Love you too, darling.”
By the time Fred made it to the castle, his hands were trembling so hard that he could barely keep hold of Eddie. The kitten clung to his jumper with her tiny claws, mewling pitifully. Fred scratched her ears absently, bounding up the stairs and through the hall to the Ravenclaw common room.
“This is it,” he told Eddie. Eddie blinked. Fred knocked softly on the entrance. He smiled widely as the portrait swung open and…Marietta Edgecombe appeared. She eyed him skeptically.
“…Cho’s gone to splash water on her face,” she said curtly. “I suppose you can come in.” Fred moved into the common room and handed Eddie to the dark girl.
“Here. I brought Eddie for you ladies to play with.” All the attention was immediately off of him, and he was able to relax the slightest bit. Not for long, though, as Cho chose that moment to bound down the stairs. Her eyes were still puffy and red from crying, but a bright smile was on her lips. Fred beamed at her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Hey,” he replied, taking a step closer. “You want to get out of here?” Cho’s smile grew, and she shyly extended her hand.
“Definitely.”
Fred took her hand and led her from the common room. “Room of Requirement alright?” he asked, blinking as Cho stopped walking. She arched an eyebrow and tugged Fred close.
“You haven’t kissed me in almost two weeks. For someone who’s going mad, you aren’t very eag--mmf!” Fred’s mouth was on hers in an instant. His tongue probed for entrance, which Cho quickly granted. They stood there quite a long while, kissing languidly. When Fred’s hands traveled up the back of her blouse, Cho pulled away. She leaned up to nip his earlobe and nuzzle softly against his cheek. “Now we can go to the Room of Requirement,” she murmured. Fred nearly purred his agreement.
He’d never found that hidden doorway so quickly before. Dropping Cho’s hand, he paced furiously in front of the spot, concentrating on a comfortable room where he and Cho could catch up. ‘And perhaps snog a bit.’ When the door appeared, he held out his arm to Cho in a gentlemanly fashion and pushed into the room.
Cho burst out laughing when she saw the room. It was an exact replica of Fred’s bedroom in the flat above the shop down in Hogsmeade, down to the scuff next to the door where that shoe he threw so long ago impacted. Fred blushed all down his neck, shutting and locking the door with a charm.
“I was thinking of somewhere comfortable where we could talk and…maybe snog a bit,” Fred muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Cho smiled reassuringly at him and kicked off her shoes.
“It’s perfect, love.” She bounced unceremoniously onto the bed. “Well, let’s talk and maybe snog a bit.” Fred slowly moved to the bed and sat on the edge, watching her with an odd expression on his face. Cho arched an eyebrow and nudged him. “What?”
“…I love you so bloody much,” he whispered. Cho’s gaze softened considerably. Fred touched a finger to her cheek, stroking the skin there tenderly. “Thank you. Thank you for forgiving me.”
“Oh Fred…” she sighed. She gently tugged him into a tight hug. He buried his face into her neck as she stroked his hair. “Thank you. For giving me a second chance. I love you so much, you silly git. And I acted like a right bitch.” Fred crooned against her throat. “You know I did. I don’t even know what I was thinking, demanding a break like that. That is, honestly, the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I can’t apologize enough.” She trailed off, resting her cheek against Fred’s head. He squeezed her tenderly, pressing soft kisses to any bit of skin he could reach without moving from her embrace.
They sat like that for a long while. Her hand finally paused its petting, resting on the back of his neck. “Fred? …Do you really ache for me?” she asked softly. Fred looked up, eyes wide.
“I do. So very, very much,” he replied. Cho touched his cheek, tracing her fingers over his lips and smoothing his hair back from his face.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. Fred blinked.
“Are…are you sure? I mean… Do you really want me?”
“Oh darling… Of course I want you. Who else would I want?” she asked. Fred shrugged sheepishly. “Exactly. I want you. Only you, love.” She drew him into a tender kiss, tugging him along as she stretched out on her back. He hovered over her, deepening the kiss. “Want you,” she whined as Fred trailed hot kisses down her neck.
“Want you too,” he hissed into the soft skin of her throat as she lifted a knee up between his legs. He shivered and slid back up her body to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered when he pulled away.
“I love you too,” he murmured back. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Only fools are positive,” Fred scolded teasingly. Cho smiled.
“Are you sure?” she asked innocently. Fred smirked.
“Positive.”
“Then I suppose we can be fools together.”
“I suppose we can,” he said. They smiled at each other for a long moment before Cho lifted her hips against his.
“Take off my blouse,” she instructed. Fred jerked in surprise and nodded quickly, blushing down his neck.
“Right! Blouse. Right. Sorry,” he stammered, immediately setting to work on her buttons. She giggled as his fingers brushed against her stomach. After a brief struggle with actually getting the shirt off, Cho was reclining on the pillows sans one article of clothing. Fred straddled her hips and gazed appreciatively at the flesh that had been revealed. He softly ran his fingers along the edge of her bra. Cho shivered, biting her bottom lip.
“Your turn,” she stated huskily. Fred stood on the bed, jostling Cho playfully and making her laugh. He tugged his shirt off easily and struggled out of his jeans. He managed to not fall off the bed and knelt over Cho in just his boxers. She smiled reassuringly.
“You’re so very lovely,” Fred murmured, kissing her lips. Then her throat. Then the valley between her breasts. He made his way slowly with single, soft kisses, blazing a trail down Cho’s front. When he reached the waist of her skirt, he traveled to the right and carefully grasped the zipper pull with his teeth. He tugged it down and nuzzled at her hip. Still with slow, lazy movements, he ran his hands down her sides and slid the skirt from her body. With a small moan from her, it was gone, tossed across the room to join Fred’s clothes and her blouse.
Cho shifted into a sitting position, tugging Fred into an exploratory kiss. His tongue made possessive sweeps as his hands fingered the lacy cloth that was supposed to pass as underwear.
----THISISWHERETHESEXGOES----
As the waves of their orgasms slowly ebbed away, they curled their arms around each other. Fred rolled onto his back, dragging Cho along with him. She sprawled boneless across his chest.
“…I promise, next time will be longer,” Fred whispered. Cho laughed and tucked her head under his chin.
“No, that was perfect. Just…perfect.”
“Good,” Fred replied, maneuvering them under the blankets. “You don’t mind sleeping here, do you? I don’t think I can move.” Cho shook her head. “Alright then. Sleep.”
“Love you,” she mumbled, already drifting off. Fred kissed her forehead and tightened his grip.
“Love you too, darling.”