I can fix him (no really I can)

Ugh, potions. Lara had had enough of professor Snape as soon as he walked into the room with his stoic voice, instructing everybody to turn to a page in their utterly useless books. Everybody knows that Snape will give everyone a textbook then give them quizzes on material that was not covered, and everybody knows that there would be at least one person to comment on how cruel that was. And everybody knows that Lara Evers, the academic weapon of the year, would be the one to sarcastically point this out in the seventh year potions class. And that is why professor Snape has made it his personal mission to make Lara's life a living hell. And therefore, that is why Lara particularly enjoys the endeavours of the Weasley twins when they involve professor Snape. And only when they involve professor Snape.

Truth be told, Lara has hated those Weasley twins since the third year of Hogwarts. Why? They're assholes, obviously. Egos the size of the earth. And they are total sluts. Manwhores. Lara doesn't know why people would stoop as low as sleeping with either one.

And yet, she finds herself with a small smile, heat creeping up her neck, when a note appears on her desk.

"Prefects bathroom in 20?
- I don't even need to sign this"

Sleeping with Fred Weasley for the first time three weeks ago was arguably the biggest mistake of Lara's life. And yet she can't stop. In fairness, they were both drunk after a particularly loud Gryffindor Quidditch victory part and got slightly carried away. She wasn't a virgin before this encounter, because why would anyone with any shred of dignity allow Fred Weasley of all people to take their virginity? But she wasn't experienced. As much as she hates to admit it, she has improved her skill.

A shrill clearing of the throat snaps her out of whatever daze she was in. "Daydreaming, miss Evers?"

Honestly, it took every single ounce of self control for Lara to not cuss this greasy professor out. Instead, "no sir".

"Good. You don't need another detention on your record." Snape says, as coldly as he possibly can to sound mysterious and endearing, probably.

"That's because every one comes from you, and you clearly have it out for me." Lara mumbles, clearly unable to keep her sarcastic remark at bay. Snape just glares, but continues droaning on about Merlin knows what. Lara tries not to pay much attention.

***

The thud of a body crashing against a wall and the rustling of clothes chafing together is all that can be heard in the prefects bathroom. That, and the smacking of two pairs of lips as they come together. Honestly, Lara has had worse kisses. Whoever she may be kissing in the present (she would not like to admit it) is very skilled (duh, years of practice on countless dizzy eyed girls). Lara just hopes that Fred makes it a habit to brush his teeth.

Lara is stood in between the wall and none other than Fred Weasley's tall frame, head tilted back as he runs his calloused hands over her curves.

Lara is not Fred Weasley's "usual" type. She's not blonde, skinny and all that pretty bare faced. It took her a while to find a balance of outfit and make up that worked for her. Lara is curvy, thick thighs; the type that doesn't attract small minded people like Fred Weasley. Usually. And yet, fred finds himself constantly giving into the urge to devour her. There's just something about the way that Lara's thick thighs wrap around his torso while he's balls deep. How he could run his hands over them and not even almost completely cover them, no matter the size of his hands. And then there's her tits. God.

Fred isn't sure what type of emotional growth he what's experienced over the last month, but he knows that it's given him quite possibly the best sex of his life. And that's all that matters to him.

Fred breaks the heated kiss to begin to travel down her jaw. Lara sighs, partly in self hatred, mostly in pleasure. He keeps going, hands finding the top of her shirt to unbutton. She'd scrapped the tie as soon as she'd left class. His actions allowed her chest to be exposed. Fred took in the sight of her boobs, just peeking out of the gap he had made in her shirt.

He sighed contently, "god, you're beautiful.", then finding a spot on her chest to suck on.

Lara rolled her eyes. "Let's skip the pleasantries. You don't like me. No need to overcompensate, you already have me here."

Truth be told, everything Fred Weasley says Lara finds hard to believe. Why would she believe this all of a sudden.

"Woah." He says, pulling back slightly. Still staring at her chest though. Pervert. "Says who?"

"I'm not dumb. You're using me."

"And yet you're here. If you really believe that, then why did you come?" Fred asks, eyebrows raised. Eye contact is initiated.

Lara thinks for a moment. "Maybe it's nice to be considered for once." She shrugs.

Fred frowns. But before he can say anything, that's if he even wanted to, Lara cuts him off with a kiss. God, she hates herself for doing this.

Fred forgets the offhanded comment when her lips find his again. His hand slides around her waist and the other finds her hair. Lara finds her hand trailing up his chest, and the other cups his face. A slight smirk on her lips appears when she has the idea to flip them around. And she does, successfully. Hand gripping his shoulder, she pushes with such force that Fred stumbles slightly, until he is up against the wall. She pulls back from the kiss, eyes staring him up and down. Pupils blown, lips swollen and panting heavily. While she hates the guy, she does have to admit that he's attractive.

"You are wearing way too many clothes." She says, smirk on her lips.

"Oh." Fred says. "I suppose I am. What should we do about that."

Lara rolls her eyes. "Don't play dumb with me, Weasley." She says, grabbing him by the collar.

"That's not my name." Fred smirks.

"Is it not?" Lara challenges. Fred just rolls his eyes, hands travelling to the first button of his worn out shirt.

Clothes are shed and eye rolls are exchanged, and the two find themselves tangled together on the floor, sloppily making out while Fred slowly makes his way up and down her body.

"Oh for fucks sake, just fuck me already." Lara groans, much too frustrated for this teasing bullshit.

"You could ask a little nicer, ya know." Fred remarks, but he's already pushing a singular finger inside her. She sighs as he works his way around, curling his finger to find that spot. His efforts increase when he adds a second finger, massaging her vagina. His other hand moves down from her hair to her clit, lightly pressing for a reaction. Noticing this, Lara keeps a straight face. This doesn't last long. Fred adds his third finger into the mix, curling ever so slightly and watching as Lara's back arches and her head falls back. Bingo.

As soon as he's located the pleasure point, he rips it away. Lara pouts, but that soon turns into an open mouthed exhale as Fred replaces his fingers with his dick. God, he was blessed in that area.

Slowly, Fred pushes himself into her, stopping every so often at even a flash of discomfort in Lara's facial expression. His fingers lazily, but effectively, circle her clit while he waits for her to adjust. Lara nods, and Fred takes that as a sign to keep going. She exhales shakily as he bottoms out and lets out a groan of his own. Lara grabs his face and pulls him down to suck on his jaw. Fuck the hickeys she may leave, he deserves the embarrassment.

"You ready?" He murmurs.

"Mm." Lara says, and that's enough for Fred to slide back out and thrust in. Soft at first. He keeps a steady slow pace at first, thriving in the small grunts Lara makes, until she scolds him for going too slow. Fred picks up the pace, angling his hips differently each time to find that sweet spot once more. Lara moans, wrapping her legs around his back for better access, locking her ankles together. Fred grabs her hips and thrusts harder.

"Fuck, Lars" he grunts, fingers once again finding her clit.

Lara tilts her head back, sighing in utter bliss. She fucking hates Fred Weasley, but in this moment he is solely making her feel good.

Fred is circling her clit furiously, trying to edge her closer to her orgasm. He's too close to his own, but coming before her is utterly embarrassing.

Luckily, she does him a favour for once. "Fuck, Fred! I'm so close!" She groans, gripping onto his hair. Fred takes this as a sign to go faster, hips stuttering erratically. He groans loudly. She prays to god that there's nobody around.

With a final cry, Lara explodes into her orgasm. It was mind blowing, stars behind her eyes and body trembling. She feels him fill up the condom seconds later, pussy pulsing around him.

It doesn't take Fred long to pull out and collapse next to her, panting heavily. As for Lara, the post orgasm clarity hits her like a train and she immediately gets a sense of self hatred. For this reason, she avoids Fred's gaze entirely by staring up at the ceiling. She can feel his eyes on her but she tries not to care. Yet, he talks anyway.

"Do you really hate me that much?" He asks, eyebrows raised. He's staring directly at her, allowing himself to fully take in the sight of a post orgasm Lara Evers. Swollen lips parted, hair messy. She's beautiful. This thought is one that Fred would never had come up with two months ago. He thinks sex is a real eye opener, and he's not wrong. Before the drunk hook up not that long ago, Fred wouldn't have even spared Lara a second glance. She is nowhere near the bar of Fred's type. Well, or so he thought. It was that short party dress that changed his mind; the certain shade of red was surprisingly flattering. That, and the fact that the dress was incredibly low cut. And short. He's definitely a thigh guy.

George made fun of him as soon as he noticed Fred lazily checking her out. His words were something like "are you really that desperate? Surely not." with a laugh. Fred rolled his eyes at the time and denied it, something he truly believed. But, the night was young and there was fire whisky to be drunk. The influence of alcohol as well as the hormones flowing free through his body led him to his first ever time with a fat girl. But as she rode him, rolling her hips skilfully as her thighs dragged against his, he wondered why he'd waited so long.

"Yes." Lara's answer was free of hesitation. Truth be told, she hated herself more in that moment. A hypocrite was what she would call herself on a daily basis. Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed that she would fuck Fred Weasley, let alone more than once.

Fred reminded Lara of her first boyfriend. The guy had gone out with her due to some sick prank or dare from his friends, the details she would never know. She found herself having a great time with the guy, only a year above her. He seemed so genuine. Being a Hufflepuff, it was in his nature to be kind and considerate. Yet, after their fourth date it all came crashing down. She'd been asked to be his boyfriend after the second, likely an elaborate and sick plan influenced by his friends. Of course, being no one's first choice it was nice to be important for once, so she accepted. She also really liked the guy. The next night, she lost her virginity to him.

To others, it wasn't a big deal. But Lara gave such a big part of herself to a guy who was with her as a joke. She was played. And from then on, she vowed to herself that she would never be involved with anyone like that again. That is, of course, until Fred Weasley. Dear god.

"Ouch. Not even an ounce of hesitation. Seriously, what did I do to you? I didn't like pull a prank on you like years ago or something and you're still holding a grudge? That's what it usually is."

No, he hadn't. Because nobody would even go near her because she was different. All Lara would hear was sly comments about her figure from older boys or people in cliques, or both. She really had no clue why a little extra fat scared so many people off, but she's come to the conclusion that she was better off.

At this point, Lara had started dressing herself. "You are so obnoxious." She says, rolling her eyes. "No, you didn't pull a stupid prank on me, and no, I haven't been holding a grudge. I hate you because I know your type. Incredibly self centred, you always think with your dick, you've slept with god knows how many girls and that's literally all it was to you; a quick fuck. I'm so sick of hearing people moaning and groaning about how Fred Weasley broke their heart, I have literally had enough. I don't know why anybody would even think about sleeping with you."

Fred just chuckles. What an asshole. "You say that, but I've literally just rocked your world. This has happened more than once, or did you forget?"

"I know! Dear god, I know. And I hate myself every time."

"So why do you keep coming back?" Fred asks, voice softening.

Lara sighs heavily, pulling her skirt up. "Because I-"

It's nice to feel wanted, she wants to say. Clearly he wouldn't fuck her if he wasn't even a little but attracted to her, or at least she hopes. Instead, "We all have needs, Fred. Clearly."

Fred's eyebrows furrow, his mind going back to the comment she made. "Maybe it's nice to be considered for once.". He doesn't quite believe her. He sighs, biting his inner lip as he averts his gaze to the floor. Lara finishes dressing herself, tucking her shirt in. She even puts the tie back on. As she turns to leave, he stops her.

"Lara?"

She turns her head.

Hesitating, "Thanks."

"For what? You 'rocked my world'." She says, mockingly. With that, she turns on her heel and leaves.

Dropping his head into his hands, Fred sighs once more. Why is there a tug in his chest? Why does he care?

***

"Is that a hickey?"

Lara immediately looks up at her friend Angelina, whose question was clearly directed at her. Fuck. Well, Lara's never putting her hair up again.

Her first instinct is to deny. That obviously doesn't work.

"It is! Oh my god! Who's it from?" Angelina is now leaning in towards Lara.

Lara sighs. "No one interesting."

Angelina just grins. "Well, this mystery man sure left some marks. It's about time you hooked up."

Lara instinctively places her hand on her neck to cover the marks. She fucking hates that guy.

Meanwhile, the hickey that Lara had intended to leave on Fred's jaw was showing up more than ever. Of course, George and lee were absolutely teasing him about it, asking who it was this time. Fred's response was that he doesn't kiss and tell. Which is absolute bullshit because he always likes to brag about who he sleeps with. Though, this one in particular is not one he wants to shout about from the rooftops.

Fred understands that he is worried about the teasing he would get for 'stooping so low', which is something that he now finds absolutely ridiculous. Three weeks ago, he wouldn't. But when Fred and Lara slept together for the second time, something in Fred developed. What? He doesn't know, but he gets that is point of view had a changed. He's not embarrassed, but he's worried about the ridicule that not only he would get, but also the comments Lara would receive. He's overheard girls being bitchy towards girls that he's slept with before, saying that they were no good for Fred. It made him feel like shit. If somebody (years and years down the line, she's still a baby) said something like that to his sister he would absolutely throw hands. So, overhearing these comments didn't make him feel good.

***

One of Lara's favourite places in Hogwarts has to be the room of requirement. She loves it because it always knows what she needs. Today, she must have needed a judgment free friends chat, because when she entered there room, Lee Jordan was sat on a stool with a guitar.

Lee and Lara have been best friends since the fifth year. Lara never really understood what drew them together, only that Lee believes it's the "minority connection". It just so happened that they once went to reach for the same book in the library; a book about magical creatures. For some reason, they automatically connected. Lee was there for Lara when her first boyfriend turned out to be a fraud and a complete and utter dick. In fairness to the guy, he did apologise after he realised what he had done, and Lara and her ex became sort of friends. He died a year later. Lee was also there to comfort her through that. Lara has supported Lee with countless crushes, even scoring him a girlfriend by helping him ask her out. When Lee first had a crush on a boy, Lara was there.

In short, they're each other's person. They share experiences of being different and the discrimination that comes with it. Lara fully understands that being fat is nowhere near being a person of colour, but Lee says that there aren't many people that are 'different' in Hogwarts, so they have to stick together either way.

Lee automatically smiles when he spots Lara. "You're here! Perfect timing. You were just who I wanted to see."

Lara chuckles. "I could say the same."

"Oh! Gossip session!" Lee jokes.

"Fine. But you first." Lara says, fully serious and waiting. She sits down beside him as Lee places his guitar down.

"Okay, so update on you know who." He starts.

Lara cringes, "Please use another nickname. I always think of the other you know who."

Lee laughs. "Ugh, god no. Fine. Does ginger twat work?"

"Yes. Immediately."

Lee rolls his eyes. "Come on, I know you hate them but this is a judgement free zone."

Lara sighs. "I know. Sorry."

"Anyway, he keeps giving me signals.”

Lara raises an eyebrow, “signals?”

“Yes. Like he’ll stare at me for so long. He’ll laugh at my jokes, and yes I know I’m hilarious, but still. It’s like he enjoys teasing me because he’s always in my space; which don’t get me wrong, I enjoy. But at the same time, it’s like he knows how I feel and he’s trying to mock me.” Lee sighs heavily.

Lara looks down at the floor, then back at her friend. “Oh, lee.”

“Why did it have to be him? Why my best friend?”

Lee has had a huge crush on George Weasley since the middle of his sixth year at Hogwarts. They’re also best friends, so they spend the majority of their time together. Lara supposes that it’s not ideal. Lee has been trying so desperately to get over his “silly crush” as he calls it. He has expressed heavily how much he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship over something so stupid and one sided. Lara can see how much it hurts her friend.

“Look, I know how much I say that I hate the guy, but I really don’t think that he would do that to you. You’re best friends, you have been since the first year. He wouldn’t throw something so special away over a stupid crush.”

Lee sighs.”I hope so.”

Lara pats his shoulder comfortingly.

“Let’s talk about something else.” Lee says. “Oh! The joke shop at Hogsmeade has brought out loads of new products. There’s this one where-” Pause. Lara looks at her friend, stoping her movements that caused her hair to fall freely down her back, exposing her neck. “What is that?” Lee asks.

Lara, confused, frowns and asks what he’s talking about.

“That, on your neck. I- oh my god. Is that a hickey?”

Oh shit.

Deny, deny, deny.

“No.”

“It is! Who’s it from?”

Lara rolls her eyes. “Not telling.”

“Oh come on! I’m your best friend. Please.”

“No.” Lara says.

Lee sighs. “I’m just so sad about this George thing, I could really use a distraction, you know.”

Lara glares. “You’re seriously using this to guilt trip me?”

“Is it working?”

Lara sighs. “You cannot tell anyone. I mean it.”

Lee grins. “Swear on my life.”

Lara rolls her eyes, seriously contemplating her decision here. Lee even holds out his pinky, as if he were making a promise.

“If i knew how, I’d force you to make the unbreakable vow, you know that right?” She says, but reluctantly accepts his pinky anyway.

“I swear, I won’t tell a soul.” Lee states, hand on heart.

“Good. Because if you do I will literally use one of the unforgivable curses on you. Or, maybe all three.” She won’t. Of course she won’t. But, the threat is still there so that’s all that counts.

Lee nods. Lara takes a breath. Then, “I can’t. I can’t say his name. Dear god, this is horrific.”

“What, are you embarrassed?”

“I’m a hypocrite.” She sighs.

“Then I’ll guess.” Lara raises her eyebrows at this. “It’s not the Slytherin quidditch captain, is it?”

“Ew! Dear god, no!”

“Is it a slytherin?” Lara shakes her head.

“Hufflepuff?” Again, no.

“Gryffindor?” Lara stares. “It is! Okay, it’s a Gryffindor, but you’re a hypocrite. So somebody you’ve said you’d never sleep with, somebody you don’t like? Wait, ew, it’s not like somebody younger?”

“No! Gross.”

“Okay. Is it Wood?”

“He isn’t even here anymore.”

“Right.” Lee frowns, which then turns into a gasp. “Oh my god. It’s one of the twins, isn’t it?” Lara just stares blankly. “It’s not George, right?”

Lara sighs. “No.”

“So it’s Fred.” Lee states.

Burying her face in her hands, “god, I hate myself.”

Lee frowns. “Look, it’s okay. I get it, he’s hot.”

“You’re not helping.” Lara glares.

“Sorry.”

“It’s just,” Lara sighs “I promised myself that I wouldn’t involve myself with somebody like him again. I’m scared. And honestly, really surprised. He keeps initiating it. I don’t know why. I just wonder if it’s some joke and it’s not even sex to him. But, he keeps saying things. Today he told me that I’m pretty, which, like where in his shallow mind would that have even came from? I’m just so worried that he’ll do something to embarrass me or hurt me. Which is really odd because I don’t care if he does, he has nothing of me to break. I’m just so confused.”

“So what you’re saying is that you don’t like him, in fact you hate him, and whatever you’re doing is nothing more than for personal gain?”

“Yes. How do you do that?”

“I’m just that good, Lara.” Lee says. A pause. “Is having sex with Fred something you want?”

Lara frowns, because how does she answer that? “In my head, absolutely not. But I’m just drawn back, or something. Every time I keep going back and accepting his invites when I know that I hate his guts, but he shows an ounce of interest and it’s like I just can’t stop myself because it means that somebody actually wants me.”

“This has happened more than once?”

“Yes, but it’s nothing more than stupid and impulsive sex. That’s all it is, self indulgent or whatever.”

“For personal gain only.”

“Yes!” Lara exclaims. “See, you get me.”

“I do.” Lee smiles, then inhales. “So, you’re saying that it’s nice that he wants you.”

“I think he wants me. I mean, logically, why would he have sex with me if he doesn’t want to? Why would he suggest it? But, some part of me just doubts that, I guess. I wonder if it’s a joke. I don’t know. Because not many people do want me.”

“See, this is why we have a minority club.” Lee jokes. “Because we always have self doubt.”

Lara laughs. “Shut up!” Then, “thanks, lee.”

“Anytime.”

***

When Lee arrives back to the boys dormitory, he finds George fast asleep, snoring loudly. Fred, on the other hand, is sat against his headboard, humming quietly, notebook in hand and pen in mouth. He looks up when lee enters.

“Where have you been?” He asks.

“The room of requirement.” Lee answers.

“Ah, that would make sense. How come?”

“I needed some space.” Lee says.

Fred just nods, going back to writing. Lee stares at the boy, once again noticing the mark on his jaw. Oh. That makes sense. He sits down on his bed, the one placed next to Fred’s.

“Don’t-” he sighs. Fred looks up. “Don’t be an ass.” Fred looks at lee, clearly confused. So he continues. “I know it’s your usual type of behaviour, or whatever, but please don’t do it to her.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t hurt her. I mean it.” Lee replies, staring directly at the boy. It doesn’t take long for Fred to click on.

“You know.” He says, with hesitation.

“She’s my friend. And so are you. I’d have this conversation with her if I felt it was necessary.” He pauses, watching Fred’s reaction. “It’s a lot to ask, I get it. But, if you don’t have good intentions, stop. She doesn’t need this.”

Fred watches him. For what reason, he doesn’t really know. “You’re a good friend, Lee.”

Lee chuckles, making his way to the bathroom. “I know.”

Fred sighs, his heart pounding. The familiar tug of the chest is back, and it only confuses him more. What is wrong with me?