Stuck in between

Elizabeth POV

As much as the game and time spent with Fred was great, I couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness. That’s why I am right now in my room writing Char a short letter, asking her if she was invited to the party by Weasley as well. George asked her, that was for sure, but did she agree? I was a little nervous about the outcome as I knew about her crush on him but also her self-cautiones. I get my friend’s owl and attach it to her. She ruffled her feathers and flew away. I walk around my dormitory for a while and the little owl is back. “Thank you, Feather, here you go,” I get her some treats for her journey and take from her letter from Charlotte. Thank Merlin. I sighed in relief that she did agree to come and agreed to meet up before coming there.

Time then flew by, and it was already six in the afternoon, so I tried to look somewhat like a human. With black skinny jeans that hugged me like a second skin and some black top that revealed my not-by-any-means small breasts. Hair pulled into the high ponytail and my make-up was more or so simple. Green smoky eyes with sharp fox-like eyeliner. I also did my brows; some light highlights and I couldn’t help myself and put some red lipstick on too. When I was finally satisfied with my looks and looked at the time, I went to pick up my sweet Hufflepuff girl, who was already waiting for me at the entrance to her house's common room. As I walked to her, I checked her out. She had on stockings to her mid-tight combined with a checked yellow-black skirt and I immediately fell in love. When my eyes moved more upward, I noticed she had a heart-shaped belt around her middle. Her black T-shirt was short-sleeved and had a small heart in the middle of her chest. It had also a slight turtleneck. On her exposed arms, she had arm-sleeve fishnets. She highlighted her eyes by the yellow-brown smoky eyes and had her hair down with two buns on top of her head. “You look just like your nickname, Honey,” I tease her slightly and pull her in for a hug, which she accepts. “Hey,” she pouts, “but you don’t look that bad either, Snake,” she retorts. “Then shall we go to the lion’s den?” I ask and then add, “Pun intended.” Char grimaces but agrees anyway. I grab her hand and squeeze it in comfort. “It’s gonna be fun, don’t worry. Maybe something even happens,” I let my last comment open. Char squeezes me back, but my words don’t make her less nervous. “Something, huh? Maybe you and Fred, you mean?” She takes my words and teases me back. “Don’t be a mood killer” I whine. “Uuuh, so what happened today?” She presses. “Nothing much, we just talked about taking it slow and...” I giggle nervously. “We have a date? Like… next week we go together to Hogsmeade?” I exclaim but it sounds more like a question. She squeaks happily. “So, it is going somewhere!” She cheers. I blush at her words. “Maybe,” I disclose in a whisper.

As we make our way up the stairs, we talk about everything and try to calm ourselves. It wasn’t my first party, since Slytherins do them too, but surely it was the first I would attend in the Gryffindor tower. I discover that this is going to be Charlotte’s first party ever. Like how is it possible? She is so sweet, maybe that’s why she wasn’t at one before. She is the type of person to prefers smaller at-home parties. More like a sleepover. I think to myself and without a breath, we come to the top. There next to the portrait of a Fat Lady were standing our boys. Fred and George. As I see Fred, I flush red. Sadly, the many stairs have nothing to do with that. He also had jeans on like I did, he had a white almost see-through T-shirt, and on it checked a white-gray shirt with his sleeves rolled up. My eyes just ran up and down his figure, but when I looked him in the face, I flushed even more when I realized that he was looking at me almost the same. Like I was a candy, and he wanted a taste.

When he finally met my eyes, he smirked. “Looking smoking hot, Naamah,” I rolled my eyes at that. Still teasing each other, okay, I could do that. “Like what you see?” I challenged, “Because you may find it hard to push others from me, Weasley,” and I ended it with a wink, which made him possessively extend his hand to bring me by his side with his hand securely attached to my hip. “Don’t worry, everyone will know who you belong to, Princess,” and then he kissed my temple. After saying hi to Fred, I looked over to Char, who was blushing as much as I did, when George told her, that she looked dashing. “Thank you, George, you look handsome as well,” she responded and with that, I looked at what the younger Twin was wearing. It was similar to Fred’s but also totally different just as their personalities. He was always the softer brother, so I wasn’t surprised to find him in the clothes that screamed soft gentleman. He wore brown trousers with a belt and, a T-shirt tucked in them, and over that, he wore a brown shirt to match the vibe. He extended his arm to Char, who took it without hesitation and then he looked at us. “Ready to go and have some fun, Eliz? Lottie?” “Hell yeah, I’ve been dying to know how Gryffindors party. Bet it has nothing on ours,” I stuck out my tongue, while Char just nodded. “As I will ever be.” “Don’t worry, you’ll have George with you and if you want to have a different company, just say and I’ll be there,” I smile at her reassuringly. With that, Fred turns me with him to face the Fat Lady, who was eyeing us for the time being, obviously not so happy that Hufflepuff and Slytherin, were going into the Gryffindor tower. “Password, please?” “Abstinence,“ she nods her head a little and opens the door without stalling.

The loud music goes straight to our ears and the beats I could feel inside my whole body. I raise an eyebrow at Fred, „Really? How are we going to hear each other?“ He shrugged and whispered in my ear. „Don't worry, it's just for the younger ones to dance and get tired, we, older students, are staying longer, that’s really when the party is going to start,“ I got little goosebumps but I nodded at that. „Sound fine, so, shall we get a drink and then dance?“ I ask him in return and he looks at me down surprised. „You didn't think that when there’s music I’m going to just stand here?“ I raise my eyebrow, as we make our way for the drinks, Geroge and Charlotte still following us. He shakes his head in amusement and after a few moments, we’re by the table with drinks, which I look over. „Non-alcoholic?“ I raise once again my eyebrow. „Yep, till the young ones are asleep, which should be around…“ he looks at the clock, „… one hour, take or leave.” “Uhuh, that could do,” I say as he offers me a glass of pumpkin juice, which I accept. Then Fred says something to George and they take both me and Charlotte to the sofa to sit. We talk and joke around, till Candy Shop starts playing. “That’s my song!” I yell, then I grab Fred's hand and head to the dance floor with him.

To my surprise, he’s got some moves and we sway together to the beat of the song. I sway my hips, where his hands are, keeping me close to him. My hands around his neck. I push myself even closer to him, still swaying and going slowly down his body in a flirty manner. My hips going from left to right while slowly getting lower, my hands touching him everywhere, until im crouched before him. My hands exploring now under his shirt, while I watched every reaction I could get from him. He had his eyes blown wide, chest was heaving until he came to his senses and pulled me up by my waist, which he griped like a lifeline. “Beth,” he breathed out my name like a prayer, and I couldn’t help but snicker at him. He didn’t find my reaction funny and pressed my hips to his and I could exactly feel, how this dance made him feel. “You like my dancing?” I lick my lips, still teasing him, “Wait till we have something real to drink,” and with a wink, I resume dancing to the still-playing song. He just stares at me like I’ve grown three heads, but after a moment he shakes his head and smiles. “Have it your way, Naamah,” and then he starts seducing me with dancing too. Playful touches here and there, his hands sneaking under my top or his hands in the back pockets of my skinny black jeans and kneading my ass. I was glad that the music was so loud and no one besides Fred didn’t hear my moans and whimpers when he came across my soft spots. Most of the time we were dancing together, we were grinding against each other, our heads close together or I had mine on his shoulder. Occasionally I would kiss the spot where his neck and shoulder met and he would squeeze my behind more fiercly.

The hour passed by so quickly, that I almost hadn’t noticed if the music wasn’t turned down a bit. Me and Fred were almost the last ones who stayed on the dance floor as most of the others were younger and made their way up to their dorms. I looked up at Fred, who was already watching me with a soft smile. “I don’t want to split up,” I sighed sadly, but his retort made me snort. “Me neither, especially with my problem showing down there.” “Don’t worry, I can sit in your lap, so it won’t be so obvious,” I offer him half joking and still smirking to myself, feeling a little accomplished with myself, that it was me, who made him hard. Am I really such a sucker for him? I shook my head to get the thought out of my mind, and thankfully Lee Jordan called out. “Who wants to start the real party?” With that, Fred caught my hand and led us back to the sofas, where we found George with Char and some other fifth years, a few of whom I recognized, and some older students too. Angelina Johanson, Alicia Spinnet, Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater, Beatrice Haywood. It made me feel a little self-conscious as I was the only Slytherin. You can rock it girl, you’re always with the Twins or Char, you even talk to Wood and Cedric, it will be fine! I mentally prepared myself as we all sat down. Some are on the floor, few in the chairs and Char with George and Fred sit on the sofa. As I was going down to sit on the floor before Fred, he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. And that’s how I ended up sitting in his lap with my cheeks as red as his hair. “Fred!” I chastised him half whispering half yelling at him. “You said, you’d act as my shield and sit in my lap, so be nice and look pretty, Princess,” he whispered in my ear and gave my neck a soft kiss while his hand anchored on my thigh and squeezed it. I shuddered in his kind of protective hold getting hotter every second in his arms. “Hey, Lee! Pass me the bottle,” I could not take it, being sober sitting on his lap. Not that it was uncomfortable, I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. Char shoots me a glance, which could mean only one thing. Be careful. I smile back at her when I take the bottle from laughing Lee. “Someone took my words literally, I had to admit, I’m surprised by that, Snake,” everybody starts to laugh with him, but of course, someone had noticed me sitting on one of the most popular boys’ laps. “And she also slithered in on someone’s lap!” Angelina bemoaned with a hint of jealousy in her voice. I rolled my eyes at her, “I didn’t mean to, I just happened to fall for him,” I teased with a bored voice, while Fred chuckled at my response. Angelina scrunched her nose but said nothing as Fred’s hand pulled me closer to him, so he could place his head on my shoulder. I ignored everything, took a deep breath, and then I drank right from the bottle of a Firewhisky.

“So, as you just started, how about we play some good old Drink and truth or dare?” Lee asks all of us. We nod and Cedric comments, “So ask away, Lizzie,” while winking at me. Fred stiffens behind me, but I pay him no mind as I look around for my victim. “So, Oliver, truth or dare?” “Let’s start with the truth.” “Oooh, our captain is scaredy-cat!” Fred taunts Oliver from behind me with a smirk, as he scowls. “Shut it, I wanna see you getting the dare!” “Okay boys, you can measure your dicks later, now for the truth! Oliver, take a sip and tell us, who and how did you lose your virginity? If you have lost it,” I flash him devilish smile. Some girls gasp at my way too-forward question, but this one has been bugging me since the day I met Oliver.

He pours himself a shot of whiskey and answers more than explicitly. “Well, my first encounter was with an older Ravenclaw girl who gave me head, but I lost my virginity in a bet,” he flushes red when some boys snicker at him and howl in surprise. “It happened in the Prefect Bath when I was soaking after our last quidditch practice. It was… it was Flint,” he says quickly and takes one more shot to cool himself down. Some people laugh and some just stare open-mouthed at him. But he just looks up with red cheeks and calls out Cedrick’s name. “Truth or dare?” And smiles softly and hands him the bottle. “I think I will go with a truth too.” Oliver goes silent for a minute and then shoots. “I don’t have the faintest idea what to ask and I’m not so straightforward as someone,” he looks pointedly at me, “but do you have set your eyes on someone since you are quite famous among girls?” Cedrick takes a sip from the bottle and then answers. “Well, I think I do fancy someone. She’s from Ravenclaw, quite small with long black hair, and plays Quidditch. She reminds me of an Algerian Iris,” he sighs and few girls in the circle puff their cheeks. I think about it, and when Cedrick asks Angelina, I turn to Charlotte. “Who is she? I believe there is only one girl on their team,” I ask her in a hushed voice. “Cho Chang, she’s the seeker. And from what I know, she looks at him too,” she spills the tea, and we giggle together. When I look up, at what’s going on, I see Angelina going to Lee and kissing him. We woo and some even whistles. After the cheering comes to a halt and more turns are done, Fred’s name gets called out. I take from a Hufflepuff boy a bottle, who I don’t know, and hand it to him. “Dare,” he smirks and takes a shot. “Well, as we see, we get an idea that you may fancy someone, so… 7 minutes in heaven with the Snake,” he smirks. I choke on my juice mixed with some alcohol. Fred squeezes my thigh to reassure me. “Fine, George, hold this for me,” and hands him his drink with the bottle. When his hands are free and my drink is secured by Char, Fred puts his hand on my back and under my legs, while he stands up with me in his hand and goes to the boy's dormitory.

Whistles and cheering echo as Fred makes his way up the stairs. I can feel myself blushing profoundly while hiding my face in his neck. Fred kicks open his dorm and then closes it with his foot again. He sets me on his bed. “Hey, Princess, we don’t have to do anything you wouldn’t like. We can only talk if you want to,” Fred offers me gently, crouching in front of me on his bed, his hands on my knees. I smile at him thankfully and I grab his head in my hands slowly touching his features until one of my hands slides down to where his neck and shoulder meet. Looking him in the eyes, I slip them to his perfectly cut lips and then I slowly pull him to me. Fred doesn’t make a sound as if he could break this perfect moment, but goes with my hand, as I meet him halfway. Our lips meet and inside me, fireworks blow out. He tasted like oranges, Firewhisky, and sin. His hand goes up to my neck to keep me in place, while leaving a burning sensation in its path. I’d gladly let myself burn in this fire if it meant he would be touching me exactly like this. Like I was made from a glass, but he was impatient and wanted to touch me whole. His kisses felt like he was out of oxygen, and I was the only one who could give it to him. Even if it is slow, it holds all of our feelings. Passion, lust that was building inside of us since we were dancing and… and love. I let out an involuntary sigh, which he uses as an excuse to get inside my mouth. Our tongues dance slowly while they fight for control. My hand wanders from his cheek to his hair and I pull him lightly by the copper strands that I ran through. He moans too but breaks the kiss as I whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry, Princess, I just want us both to be comfortable,” with this half-breathless answer, he stands up and moves his hand. I get his cue and move myself up on the bed, so I lay on his pillow, and he positions himself above me. “Is it fine with you?” I nod while I hold my breath and once again, I pull him down and he obliges. We make out, sounds and breaths are mixing between us, and no one pays attention to the time. We are way too lost in each other to care. Our lips are sealed together tasting each other, our hands exploring our bodies, while we have hips pressed together and when one of us moves ever so slightly, it makes the other moan. And as the teasers we both are, we make it to a competition to make each other make more noises. “Fred,” I moan and pull away from him a little to catch my breath. “Tell me I am your only one,” I plead breathlessly, while I pull at his ginger hair. I need to know. I can’t do anything if I don’t know. He stops and looks me in the eye. “Princess,” he starts and cups my cheek. “Do you think I would do anything to you if I had another in my mind? You’re the one I look for in the crowd. You’re the one I stare at in the classes. You’re the one I loved to tease because I couldn’t talk to you. You’re the one I talk about so much, that George had to punch me a few times because of how annoying I got,” he sighs and presses his forehead to mine. My mind races at his declaration. He talks about me. A lot. George knew all along. “How long…” I stutter nervously “how long do you feel that way about me?” I breathe out. “Since the day I met you for the first time at the lake,” he whispers, softly pulling up, so he can see my face. I nod and my heart beats in my chest like it wants to go out. I grab his face again. “You idiot! You jester! You’re telling me we could be together since then?” I yell at him softly. “I fuckin’ love you, Frederick Gideon Weasley! And I had for a long time too,” I confess to him. His eyes go wide and then he smiles and it’s the biggest one I've seen on him. “I love you too, Elizabeth. My sweet Princess,” and then we kiss with our feelings finally out in the open air. It feels better than everything that we shared before our confession. It feels like everything we’ve done has led us to this. “Will you be mine?” I ask after we pull away. “I’ve always been yours,” he breathes out, and then I hastily grab his shirt and pull it down. His T-shirt followed it down on the floor. Once his half naked in front of me I stare at the beauty. His chest is milky covered with soft freckles. He was still developing, but I could see how sturdy he was. His muscles were visible, and my breath hitched. I let my hands trace his abs up to his full shoulders, which were most likely built from all the Quidditch and swinging with the bat. “You look like a sculpture. Like a god,” I stare at his body, amazement visible from my face and eyes filled with wonder and lust.

“You know, it's not fair you’re the only one allowed ogling,” Fred smirked down at me, as I made him sit up to undress him. “Let me worship your body too, Princess,” I blush at his words, but he helps me out of my top. Then I lay before him only in my black bra. He scans my body and then he lets out an annoyed “tsk” and before I can comprehend what happened, he unclasps my bra and lays on the floor next to our shirts. I’m bare, what if he doesn’t like how I look-. “You truly are perfection,” he whispers as he takes me whole in. “My sweet Princess, are you as sweet in other places as are your lips?” He murmurs and gets down, starting to place kisses on my neck going down. I let out a sigh in the form of his name. My hands find his shoulder and I dig my nails into his back as he explores my sweet spots, kissing and biting. One of his hands finds my breast and he fondles it gently. When my nipple hardens at the attention, he pinches it lightly, earning another moan from me. “Fred,” my head falls back, “please…” “What are you begging for, Angel?” I let loose one hand to thread it in his hair, to pull him to me, but he doesn’t budge, and his mouth founds my other nipple at which he sucks. “Ah,” I only moan, but my legs circle his hips, bringing him close to my heat. “Use your words, Beth,” he growls gently after letting go of my abused nipples to look at me. I meet his gaze through my half-lidded eyes. “Fred, please, I need more,” I whimper eagerly. “I need you,” comes out of my mouth before I can think it through. His eyes darken and clenches his jaw. “Don’t tease me this much, I've promised you to take it slow,” he breaths out. “Fuck it, just take me. I want to be yours wholly.” Fred looks at my face, trying badly to figure out if I mean it. When he finds no hesitation, he lets out a deep breath and kisses me. He dominates me completely and I lose myself in him.

Our clothes get shed off, leaving us bare before each other. We let our hands explore and tease each other. My hand goes down his torso, to his gorgeous v-line, which I trace with my hand, till I get to his already harden cock. I played with the tip for some time, before I finally indulged, and I began moving my hand up and down. “Beth,” he moans my name into my mouth between our shared kisses. But he is not far behind, because his hands travel from my hip to my slit as well. Teasing me, learning what I like, moving around until he finds my clit and plays with it, causing me to cry out his name too. After several minutes of teasing and making out, I decided to step up this game. I grab his cock and lead it to my slit. Moving it up and down between my folds. He moved his hand from the way and leaned a bit back, to watch what I was doing. His tip is getting wetter with his precum and my juices.

“You really wanna do this,” Fred says as he watches like in a trance. “Yes, Freddy, so please,” I beg him again. He grunts in response, and I position his dick I was holding to my hole. Fred starts slowly pushing in and I can feel him stretching me. It’s not an unpleasant feeling but with my other hand, I dig my fingers again into his back. He moans and whimpers quietly. “Beth, you’re so perfectly tight.” And that continues until he’s fully buried inside me. “Please, wait for a few seconds,” I ask him breathlessly, while he is just holding above me and breaths heavily. “Everything for you, my Princess,” and waits until I nod at him and nudge my hips into his. When he starts moving properly, it feels like heaven of sins. The noises we both made, while making love to each other. Our bodies move in sync, hands grabbing and caressing. The squelching noises are obscene and that makes us both wilder. It doesn’t take much longer for us to come.

When Fred pulled out, I could feel our mixed juices come out of me. I started giggling breathlessly. “What are you laughing at, Princess?” he asks me with a smile while getting comfortable next to me. “I can feel it leaking, Freddie, I think we should take a shower and change the bedding,” I look at him fondly. “I don’t wanna go from the bed,” he groans. “As much as I love you and enjoyed it, I refuse to sleep with my thighs wet. Also, I think it would stink and we both won’t be able to get it off,” I argued back as I started to sit up. “Ouch,” I exhale and slow down. “What’s wrong, Beth?” He asks alertly. “I think you broke me,” I whine and finally sit up. With exhaustion, he stands up too and gets to my side. “Well, then I shall treat you like a real princess,” he exclaims and then proceeds to grab me behind my back and under my knees. “Fred!” “Yeah?” He nonchalantly asks me, while I fight my fright. “You should have at least warned me,” I pout. “Yeah, yeah,” he shakes his head with a teasing smile on his face. “Being handsome doesn’t give you the right to do that to me.” “Well, good thing I’m your handsome boyfriend, then.” I hide my face into his neck. “Heeey…don’t be so cocky.” “You knew before what you’re getting into, so stop whining,” he retorts amused, then sets me back on my shaky legs in the shower. He sets the temperature and not long after he starts taking care of my body with some soap. “Don’t worry, I won’t try anything, Princess. Maybe tomorrow morning, when I wake up with you in my arms, but that’s for our future conversation,” he reassures me kindly and all I can do is trust him. “I can always give you head if I won’t be up to another round, my handsome boyfriend.” I still couldn’t believe that this guy was now mine. Will I ever get used to calling him mine? Our cleaning time was filled with silent touches, soft kisses and just taking care of each other. Changing sheets was easy with our wands and that night, we lay together in his bed. Me- clinging to his side while I had his hands securely wrapped around my middle.