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 I hated Snape. And even more his class. Then again, who didn’t? Still, I felt like shooting something. Maybe I'd shoot myself. Nah…Snape was the problem, not me. I was continuing to think about who to shoot, myself or Snape, when a note was passed to me.

 

On a Scale of 1-10, how bad do you wish we had thought up something today?!!



 

I was almost mad now that we hadn’t. I looked over at my red-headed friend…or I guess he was per se, my boyfriend now. I smiled as I thought about it. Boyfriend. Fred Weasley is my boyfriend. Mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Boyfriend. Hehe.



 

‘Alright,’ I thought. ‘Never do that again.’ I circled the number 10 and threw the note back to him. It wasn't long until it returned.

 

I was an 11 on that one. Anyway…more serious question…on a scale of 1-10…how horny were you back there? ;)



 

I had to hold back my laughter. Typical guy. I kept catching him looking at me. He winked a few times which made me blush. Ugh, he was so freaking cute. I really shouldn’t have class with him. He was so distracting. Then again, it’s not like I'd be paying attention anyway. Might as well have something worthwhile to distract me.



 

Oh, Fred, you brute. Is that all you care about?

 

I smirked at him when I threw it back. Holy snap, did he make my head spin. I could tell Snape was looking at me. I turned around and pretended to pay attention. I knew it was only a matter of time though until he shot over here swiping away our note. Oh, God, I hoped that wouldn’t happen.



 

Something went down my shirt. When I looked, there it was. I looked up at Fred and he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes as I removed the note from my cleavage.



 

No, I actually care about you a lot more than that. That’s just a bonus.

 

Well, then if you really MUST know...pretty horny. But DON'T let it go to your head or get used to it. It's not going to happen again...at least that easily. ;) 

 

HA! ...We’ll see about that, my dear...

 

I stuck my tongue out at him. At least, what I thought was him.



 

“Ms. Blakely, I don’t think now is the time for measuring how long your tongue is nor note passing – especially during my class,” Snape said snatching away our note.



 

‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘Are you kidding me?’ Fred gave me a very wide-eyed glance as Snape read our note to himself. I was dead. I knew it. And there was nothing else I could do about it.



 

“100 points off of Gryffindor,” he replied as Gryffindors in the room moaned. “And I’ll see youand Mr. Weasley,” he emphasized, “in detention.”



 

I sulked as he walked away and continued class. 



 

What a gay ass.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

I really hated Snape for this. Really, really hated him. He was making us clean the inside of every last one of his potions bottles and if they weren’t cleaned up to his expectations, we'd have to start all over. Detention sucked with Snape. It wouldn’t be so bad if Fred and I were left to be alone, but after the note Snape found yesterday morning that was NOT going to happen at all – and Snape would make sure of it.

 

“Excuse me,” he started in his slow, drone of a voice. Fred and I stopped cleaning and waited for his response. “I’m afraid I have to go see Professor McGonagall for a rather important assembly. You will remain here until I return. If you leave, I WILL find out and you WILL suffer the consequences.”



 

When Snape left, Fred and I were alone in Snape’s potions closet. It was a tiny little closet. Well, it was extremely narrow and it was nearly impossible for us to stay in the same spot once without bumping into each other. He was up on a ladder polishing a potions glass while I stayed on the ground blowing the dust out of another.



 

“Finally, he’s gone,” Fred said from above.



 

“Yeah, it’s weird, though,” I said. “He normally doesn’t just do that. I can’t believe he doesn’t think we’ll just leave.”



 

“We should,” Fred suggested, smirking.



 

“Ha! And then we’d get detention again and end up doing worse,” I reminded him.



 

“You don’t know that!” Fred argued.



 

“Oh, I do. And you know it too!” I said, laughing.



 

“Mneahh,” he said, sticking his tongue out. I stuck mine back out at him.



 

“Watch it,” he warned. “I might grab that thing right out of your mouth.”



 

“Well, I hope you grab it with your tongue then,” I said, smirking seductively. He smirked back and laughed softly.



 

“You would like that,” he said going back to polishing glasses.



 

“I might,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I looked up to see his reaction and he just shook his head and laughed. I loved the way his hair moved when he shook it. I was seriously so in love with him. How could I not have realized this sooner? So many things could have been avoided – changed – if I had. Oliver, Angelina…ugh, I still couldn’t get over the fact that we had gone to the Yule Ball with those sluts despite everything that happened. And then that reminded me.



 

“So uh, I’ve sorta been wondering for awhile…why did you ask Angelina to the Yule Ball?” I asked. He laughed and cocked his head back.

 

“Oh God,” he expressed. “Well, she wasn’t my first choice, let me start with that.” He looked down at me and winked when he said it. I smiled but I felt a little guilty inside at the same time. Yep. Oliver clearly ruined everything. Well, not everything. Fate has a funny way of meeting you where you are no matter what path you take. Which is what happened with Fred and I, I figured.



 

“So then why’d you ask her?” I went on. I was really curious. Why Angelina? Did he think she was pretty? Did he think he had a chance with her since he didn’t have one with me? Gosh, that would crush my heart. He paused before continuing and the room suddenly got a very serious feel.



 

“I asked her…” he said. “to make you jealous.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

 

“Oh really?” I said, laughing. “Well, I hate to tell you this but it didn’t work.” Lie.

 

“Oh, it didn’t now?” he asked, a smirk still on his face. “I beg to differ.” He got off the ladder and dropped down to my level.

 

“You can beg all you want,” I said. “But you know no one beats me – ”

 

“In an argument? I know,” he went on. He got close to me, put his hand against my face and softly kissed my lips. “However,” he continued, briefly kissing my lips again. “I don’t think this looks like an argument, does it?” He kissed my lips with a little more aggression than before, placing his other hand under my chin.

 

“Looks…can be deceiving,” I said, breaking away from his kiss. “Besides, I’m telling you. I wasn’t jealous.” He smirked and rolled his eyes.

 

“Really,” he said. He kissed my lips again before continuing. “Then explain how you couldn’t take your eyes off me all night?”

 

“I – ” I started, but he kissed me again before I could answer.

 

“And…” he continued, now moving his lips along my jawline and onto my neck, “how your face…drastically changed its expression…whenever Angelina…was on my arm.” Bringing all this up was actually beginning to make me jealous, but at the same time, I was completely hung over in his seduction and oh, so turned on. He pressed my body up against his and slid his hands around my waist as he whispered in my ear in between kissing me.

 

“And…when you left…Oliver on the dance floor…after seeing me…kiss Angelina…” I quickly pushed Fred off me. Oh, he did not just bring that up.

 

“Seriously?” I said, tense. That pissed me off. “You’re really going to bring that up?” He looked at me, a smirk on his face, but I was serious.

 

“So you were jealous?” he asked, almost arrogantly.

 

“Oh, shut up,” I said, sternly. I turned around and was going to go back to polishing potion glasses when Fred spun me around.

 

“Baby, hold on,” he said. I tried to break free of him so he’d get off me, but he ended up holding my arms down and winning.

 

“Why would you kiss her?!” I upsettingly said. “She’s a freaking slut, Fred. A SLUT!!”

 

“Baby, baby, calm down,” he said, taking my shoulders. “Baby, look at me, look at me.” I didn’t want to but he half forced me by following my eyes when I'd turn away.

 

“Baby,” he started. I looked in his eyes and saw he honestly was sorry. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I was playing around and I guess it went too far. But baby,” he stopped for a moment, gazing deeply into my eyes, “I am so in love with you. I always have been.”

 

“Then why would you kiss Angelina when I was standing two feet away from you?!” I went on. He shook his head.

 

“I already told you, she kissed me, babe.” Oh, like I hadn’t heard that before. ‘I didn’t kiss him, he kissed me.’ Yeah. Sure. “I know. It sounds like an excuse. But she literally pulled my head in and kissed me. It was seriously two seconds, then I broke away and asked her what the hell she was doing. That’s when I saw you run off.” He was getting hurt just thinking back to it.

 

“And baby…” he continued. “…I felt like the biggest idiot in the whole world. I seriously thought I had lost you for good.” I looked in his eyes and they were sad. I saw the fear he had felt when he saw me run off at the Yule Ball and immediately regretted getting so upset over it.

 

“Baby,” I said, touching his face. “You never lost me. You never will. I’m always going to be yours.” I realized right then how strong of words those were, but I meant it. I realized right then I wanted to be with Fred. Forever.

 

He smiled wide at my response. “Thank God,” he said. He kissed my lips and put his hands along my face. I gripped his shirt and pulled him in deeper. Our hands were all over each other until his finally made it around my waist. He picked me up and I straddled him as our mouths played with each other, not even stopping to take a breath. He pinned me up against the shelves of the potion bottles and, as a result, some bottles fell to the floor and crashed. Neither of us cared. I ripped his shirt buttons off, baring his chest as he eagerly slid his hands up my shirt. I threw the rest of his shirt off and I quickly began unbuttoning his pants. I wanted to go nuts with Fred so badly I couldn’t even stand it. He took off my shirt as quickly as you could say “Honeydukes” and grabbed my chest, burying his face into my neck. He kissed me all over, sucking on my neck and chest whenever possible, causing me to whimper in pleasure to it. He put me down and started to unbutton my pants.

 

“Emma,” he said breaking away for a minute. I didn’t want him to stop so I moved my lips to his neck and bit him softly yet aggressively, sucking occasionally, which he reacted with, “Oh God! Damn, I love when you do that! Aw fuck me, Emma. Baby, fuck me hard! Oh God, oh God – ”

 

“Touch me,” I said, grabbing his hands and placing them on my chest. He kissed me as he felt me up, and I threw my arms around his neck as our kiss grew even more intense. He finally broke away, though.

 

“Babe,” he said. “So...you were jealous?” I kissed him, thinking to myself what a stupid question that was.

 

“Damn right I was,” I said aggressively. “Now show me how bad you want me.” We viciously kissed each other as he picked me back up, my legs straddling him. Snape never came back. And we stayed in the closet an hour longer than we were scheduled for. It was our first time and I prayed it wouldn’t be our last. One thing’s for sure. I never looked at that closet the same way again. 

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