Fred Weasley had the wonderful luck of knowing every corner of Hogwarts without needing to use the Marauder's Map. He knew every hiding spot like the back of his hand and moved through the corridors like a slippery animal. That's why he wasn't lying when he told Theodore Nott that the place they were currently hiding was practically impossible to find. Although it seemed like Nott didn't believe him, his furrowed brow and defensive posture spoke for him.
"Please, Nott, I assure you no one will find us here," Fred said as he approached the boy who took refuge behind his crossed arms.
"I don't believe a word you say, Weasley. I don't even know why I followed you," said the Slytherin. Fred's eyes sparkled and a smile spread across his face.
"Oh, you know very well why you followed me here."
Fred grabbed Nott's arms and, using his clear advantage in strength (Nott may be strong, but he could never surpass a Quidditch Beater like him), pulled him closer to his chest and cornered him against the wall. Nott gave him a deadly glare that contradicted the blush that began to paint his face.
"Let go of me right this instant, Weasley," he said, trying to free himself from the redhead's grip. But Fred didn't let go.
"Or what? What will you do, Nott?" Weasley provoked, and it seemed to work because Theodore stopped struggling and brought his face closer to Fred's. Oh god, how he hated that arrogant smile.
"I'm going to wipe that smile off your face with punches, you imbecile." Fred smiled even more and brought their faces close enough that he could feel Theo's breath on his face.
"I want to see you try."
And with that, Theodore Nott finally succumbed to his deepest desires and crashed his lips into a rough kiss that Fred quickly deepened. His tongue entered Nott's mouth without warning and started a battle with the other boy's. Nott pressed against the wall, and Fred pressed their bodies together. Their hands didn't stay still, roaming the younger boy's body. The contact, like the kiss, was rough and too intense, but equally passionate. Nott didn't hold back and brought his hands to the back of the redhead's neck, deepening the kiss even further and tugging on that red hair when the sensations overwhelmed him.
Suddenly, Fred abruptly pulled away, causing Nott to look at him with pure hatred, making it clear that the last thing he wanted at that moment was to separate. Fred smiled arrogantly, a smile that Nott knew all too well and hated too much.
"You were going to wipe this smile off with punches, weren't you?" Nott growled and forcefully pulled Fred's hair before bringing their faces together roughly. Fred smiled even more, knowing what was coming.
"Shut up and kiss me," he ordered, and Fred didn't need to be told twice to passionately press his lips against Nott's, still smiling.
Provoking Theodore Nott was very easy.