Chapter 7 : Silksheets
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Fred heard the door behind him open slowly and he chuckled to himself. "Can't even wait for me to bring the food down?" For once, a response didn't follow what he said, he hoisted the bag of food up on his hip and turned around. "You know, if you wanted food-" He stopped short, and the bag of food fell to the floor when he saw the vision before him. It seemed like minutes had passed as he stared at her. She stood there without a word, shuffling her feet back and forth in what he thought was nervousness.
this is my life
its not what it was before
all these feelings i've shared
and these are my dreams
that i'd never lived before
somebody shake me
i must be sleeping
Nilia couldn't bring herself to run to him, the thought of this being a dream ran through her mind. Several times she had dreams that she was jumping into his arms, joy would overcome her, then she would wake up dissapointed. Dissapointed that it was just a dream and that those arms were never really around her. After thinking about him everyday, his face became a blur in her thoughts. Shaking her head and ridding those moments away, she stared at him. "Fred?" She whispered.
The knot in his stomach finally subsided and he inched forward, not really knowing if she was there or not. She could of been just a vision, like he had experienced for the last year. She would always turn up in their shop, grocery stores, in the garden at The Burrow. It would be followed by some mumbling about her, then George smacking him in the back of the head. "That is not her you git!"
"Is it really you?" he asked quietly. The space between them closed slowly, which gave him time to take all of her in. She was a lot thinner, her face bones seemed more prominent. There was dark circles under her eyes, but those eyes....he couldn't forget them. The expressions that she would give him. Whether it be anger, jealousy, or pure love. He always loved those eyes.
A tear ran down her face, and Nilia touched the spot it rested on her cheek. No tears had ran down her face for a long time, she had refused to cry about anything else while they were in their hole. The feeling of it running down her cheek caused a shiver down her spine, and it triggered more crying.
Fred watched the tear roll down her face and cling to her jaw. He wanted terribly to reach forward and wipe it off, but he was still afraid to close the distance between them. It had been so long since they had been together, been able to hug. And he was still shocked that she was now standing in his living room, in his flat, above his joke shop. But when her body started shaking from the sobbing she was trying to hold back, he couldn't stand it anymore. If it was a dream, he would at least enjoy it!
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. "Come here."
now that we're here,
it's so far away
all the struggle we thought was in vain
all in the mistakes,
one life contained
they all finally start to go away
now that we're here its so far away
and i feel like i can face the day i can forgive
and i'm not ashamed to be the person that i am today (Staind - So Far Away)
Nilia wrapped her arms around him, closing any space that was between them. Looking up, she saw the biggest smile on his face. "I said goodnight to you every night I was in there." He clung to her tighter and kissed her forehead. She took in all the features of his face, finally resting on his eyes.
"For a year I was trying to figure out what to say to you when you came back to me." His fingers traced circles on her back. "But now... I still don't know what to say."
She smiled, and knew exactly how he felt. "There is only one thing you need to say to me."
His hands moved from her back to her face, where he cupped it in his hands. "Hmm." He raised an eyebrow. "I like your hair?"
Giggling, she pinched his sides. "NO! But thanks for noticing." That is when she had fully looked at him, an earring hung from his left ear. And his hair seemed to be a inch longer, but still shaggy. Very run-her-hands-through-it worthy. Her hand traveled up his chest, which she felt was a little firmer than she had remembered it being. "Working out?" He nodded, and her hand rested on his left earlobe, fingering the dangling earring in her fingers. It looked like a fang.
Feeling her hands on him again caused his body to react in the all to familiar way. A warmness buried itself in his stomach, and he pulled back a bit. "Err-Bill took me to get it. Like it?"
"Yes I do." She managed to say when she felt his whole body stiffen, causing her the same fate. "So, that one thing I wanted to hear..."
Fred smiled. He couldn't believe after a year, the only thing his body wanted to do was the one thing they had vowed to wait to do until she came back. He had spent many nights laying in bed trying to push those thoughts out of his mind, but apparantly they all came flooding back at once.
"Fred?" She asked him. His eyes were now glassy, it was a sure sign that he was thinking.
Snapping out of it, he pulled her closer again. Luckily his body had calmed down a bit, he didn't want her to think he was a sex-crazed man who only wanted one thing. "Nilly...you're really back?" She nodded and a smile broke out on his face. "Good."
"You're unbelieve!" She laughed. "Love you too!" She expected this. Fred Weasley, one out of two of the biggest pranksters she knew. If he had smart remarks in him, he would use them. Even in this situation.
"Well, see while you were gone I fell in love with...well, some other girl." He managed to hold a straight face. "Her and I got married, I have three kids, and a cat named Nutters."
"Fine! I will go find someone else." She turned around with her arms crossed, playing along with him. Soon after, she felt his arms wrap around her from the back, and he rested his head on her shoulder.
"I was going nuts when I found out you could leave, but they kept telling me they had to keep you in there for a little longer." She felt him sigh, sending his breath on her neck. "I love you Nilia."
"That's all I wanted to hear!" She said loudly, trying to throw her hands up in the air. She failed, he had grabbed them as she lifted them, and spun her around to face him. The look in his eyes sent her stomach into a twist of knots. "Hmm..." Was all she could think of saying.
"You're beautiful." Fred said quietly as his finger gently ran down her face, resting on her lips. This caused endless shivers to run down her body. "Fred...I missed you so much."
"Hmm...I knew you would." He joked. Could this man go once without joking? "I thought about you all the time." His voice got quiet again, his face was now in front of hers. She could smell the peppermint gum he had been chewing.
"Please don't leave again."
"I won't ever leave you again." The thought of leaving tore her up inside, she wanted to stay like this until the day they died. "I promise." Her hands moved down to his hips, rubbing circles with her thumbs.
"Hmm." he said, the only thing he could think of saying in that one moment. He lowered his lips down to hers, feeling her breathe out a sigh of relief. The kiss at first was gentle, his lips brushed against hers. Nilia sighed, and sank once again into his embrace. So many months she had wanted to feel like this again, like the first time they had kissed on the Quidditch Field. Her thoughts went astray as his kiss turned into a wanting for both of them. Her hands had found their way to the back of his head, meshed her hands into his hair, causing him to shudder.
"Don't ever go away again." he said into her mouth as they kissed. His tongue had now found its way to her lips, running over them gently, knowing it would drive her crazy. And in fact it did, her hands moved down to his back, and she pulled him forward. Wanting to feel all of him against her.
"You have been working out." she said breathlessly as his lips now nipped the side of her neck. She was referring to the hardened muscles that now lined his body. Finding the bottom of his shirt, she pushed her hands underneath it. He moaned loudly as her hands ran up and down exploring the new body he seemed to have. "Very nice."
He blushed. "Glad you approve." He said pulling her away from him. Her cheeks were rosy, and her breathing was hard. He loved when she looked like this, he knew he caused it. And that made him happy. "We should slow down. I want to hear everything."
Nilia played her fingers over his hand she was holding. She didn't want to talk to him about her troubles, she wanted to find out all about him. "Can we wait to talk about me? How about you?"
"Uhh, no. We aren't talking about me. You were the one hiding in a-" He raised an eyebrow. "Where were you?"
She shrugged, "A hole in the ground I assume."
He pulled her farther into their flat, next to the couch. "You don't want to talk about you, I don't want to talk about me." He rubbed his chin. "What should we do?"
Nilia raised her eyebrow, "How about a game of chess?"
He laughed, "You're kidding me!"
Smacking him playfully, she added. "Can I just lay next to you?" Her eyes looked deep into his, and the all familiar emotion of loving him ran through her body.
Fred pulled her close to him again, "Of course." He led her to a closed door, and turned the handle. "It's a bit messy."
She shrugged and followed him. It wasn't what she expected. What she thought she'd see was the same as his room at Hogwarts. A twin bed with Gryffindor color sheets, and a trunk at the end. But in place of these things was a king sized bed, a door off to the right complete with a walk in closet, and door to the left with a bathroom that she could see was huge.
He had to bite his lip as he watched her jump on his bed, so many nights he fantasized about her sneaking into his room and waking him up. Then it went from there, and now she was here and he had no idea what to do. He watched her lay down in the middle of the bed, putting her arms around the back of her head. Which was resting on his pile of pillows, his pile of pillows. She was on HIS bed and he was standing there with his hands in his pockets. He shook his head to himself and sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the covers.
Nilia looked up over her feet and saw Fred sitting on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?" She asked outloud.
"You're in my bed..." He said quietly, still not looking at her.
She raised an eyebrow and crawled to the end of the bed where he sat. Sitting next to him, with her legs over his, she held his hand. "You want me to get out of your bed?"
Fred felt like kicking himself, what was wrong? He just made it sound like he didn't want her here, in HIS bed. He realized what it must be, which wasn't normal for him. "I am just a bit...nervous I suppose."
Nilia laughed, then quickly stopped. What did he think she wanted to do this instant? "Er- Fred, we don't have to do anything but lay in bed."
He blushed, "I know. Just testing you."
"Uh huh..." She said and pulled him towards the top of the bed. "I like the sheets, they are...exotic."
The red in his face deepened. She was referring to the red silksheets he had bought for his king size bed. When the joke shop had flourished, he went all out on his bed, spending a good amount on the bedding alone. He decided on red silksheets, with a black comforter, and black and red pillowcases. He didn't really want to tell her that he bought them for when she got out out her hiding spot. He at one time heard her talking to Hermione about the perfect bedroom, but a lot of the color pink was involved. He couldn't bring himself to that.
"You like them then?" He asked, still quite embarrassed.
"Yes sir." She exclaimed as she put her head on his chest when they had layed down on the bed. "Do they keep you warm?"
"Not as well as you do." Fred responded. He reached over with his left arm and pulled her right leg over the top of him, resting that hand on her hip. "Was it horrible?"
She didn't answer. He looked down and saw her eyes closed, and heard heavy breathing. Chuckling to himself, he settled himself in and closed his eyes.
~*Draco and Pansy's Flat*~
"Where were you?" Pansy asked accusingly as Draco walked into the kitchen and set bags down. He rolled his eyes as he set them down.
"Getting the groceries like you asked." he replied with a smug tone.
Pansy advanced towards him and turned him around. "Don't talk to me like that!" He grabbed her wrist and held it above her head.
"What the hell has been your problem lately?" His face was centimeters from hers. "You have been a little bitchy lately."
Pansy broke his grip. "I am just trying to make sure you are acting like Nicholas's father, and not hanging out at all times of the day!"
Draco laughed, "Hanging out? I haven't seen anyone but you since we got back. I went to the market! That was all!" His temper started to break. Ever since they arrived, she had been on him about everything. When he went to the bathroom, he had to tell her.
She started crying and babbling, "Just want you to be there for him...he is your son, please don't leave. The way you look at her."
That got his attention. "Her? Look at who? What way?" Draco said sharply.
Pansy wiped her nose on her sleeve, "Her being Nilia! I watch you look at her! You love her!"
"What?" He almost shouted, "I am not in love with her. I am like a big brother! I watch out for her!"
"Right? I believe that."
"Pansy." He reached for her hand. "I love you, and you know that!"
"I know, but you look at her and I feel like-" He pulled her into a hug. "Shh, don't be silly, I love you."
"She changed Draco, bringing us all down." Pansy muttered and felt Draco stiffen.
Breaking both of their thoughts, the baby started crying. "I'll go to him." Draco said, barely audible and broke away from Pansy. When he reached the babies room, he shut the door and sunk to the floor. What is wrong with her? Nilia changed? "You changed." He said to himself.
Nicholas started crying louder now, and he walked to the crib. After changing his diaper, he set him back into the crib and sat down on the floor next to it. "What does she mean? The way I look at Nilia?" True, he was always looking after her, but they had become like brother and sister. How could she blame him for wanting to look after her? Pansy was just paranoid, she had been the one to change the most.
"Can you come out and rub my feet? I have been walking around all day with the baby."
Draco stood up and stretched, "Yes dear."
~*Weasley's Wizard Wheezes*~
"So, I went up to him and I asked-" Ron explained as he shoved a french fry in his mouth.
"Ron, sorry to interupt your lovely story." George said. "But, are you ever going to talk to Harry again? You never told me why you weren't."
Ron's ears turned red. He had managed to get away with not telling anyone about why Hermione and him had broken up. All of them assumed it was just from differences, since they were always bickering. "Um-Harry and I had a fight, and um-I am really upset." He fell silent, not wanting to prolong this conversation any furthur.
"Ron?" His brother said quietly, "You might want to get over it now because Harry is right behind you."
Turning around slowly, he came face to face with the tousle haired man he had been best friends with for years. The scar peeked through his hair and Ron expected him to hold it any minute now, clutching it in pain. But he knew that the times for that were over, and he assumed that the time for their friendship was over. He had slept with his girlfriend, who could blame him?
"Harry." Ron said flatly.
Harry took the stool next to his. "We need to talk."
"Hermione, you, and I."
Ron slammed his plate down. "No, it's just you and Hermione now!"
George spit out his food as he heard this. Harry and Hermione?
Harry's face turned red. "It just happened, but Ron, you and her always fight. It was bound to happen."
Ron laughed, "You were hoping it happened. Had your eye on her for years and didn't tell me!"
Harry turned to George, "Listen, can we go up to your flat and talk this out?"
"No, that wouldn't be wise. Nilia and Fred are up there. I am staying at mum's for a week so they can have their 'private time." George said with a bounce in his voice, like he had prepared that speech for days.
Turning back to Ron, Harry continued. "Where are we in this whole thing? Friends, enemies?"
Ron grabbed his satchel from the counter. "I have to go to work. See you George!" And left without another word to Harry.
Harry slumped in his seat and looked down at his shoes, to only hear George say, "So, Hermione eh?"
There ya go! They meet! I have a few plot twists coming up soon. This chapter was short because I wanted to get the meeting of them over and done with so we could get on to the good stuffs! Yes, I typed STUFFS! :P Alright, R/R...and I need to know a couple of things..
*Who should Ron end up with? Hermione? Or someone else?
*Hermione should be with? Same with Harry?
*And what should I do with Pansy? Besides blow her up!
I will take all suggestions into consideration because I am super stuck on some things. Thanks.
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