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Chapter 1 : And I Can't Stop from Just Smiling
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"Hey girl," said Dom who seemed to appear out of thin air. Dom was my kind of boyfriend. And by 'kind of' I mean we'd been together a few weeks and I was getting ready to break things off while he was practically making wedding plans. Dom was a good enough bloke, but I have a month long limit on boyfriends. I just hadn't found the right moment to do the deed yet.
I gave him a forced smile, and he moved to put his arm around my shoulders. I ducked out gracefully and slipped away into the crowd, mumbling something about the bathroom.
"Nice one," said a voice. I was required to look up to find its source. At only 5'2" myself, I would have pegged Fred Weasley to be about a foot taller.
"I know. I really gotta do something about that kid," I replied, rolling my eyes and looking back.
"Finn Callaghan, right?" he laughed, flashing me a smile. Fred was a year older than me, and we'd only conversed a few times, but he was undeniably cute. In fact, he may have been included in the aforementioned conversation.
"Mhmmm," I replied while tugging at the zipper of my jacket. The wind had suddenly picked up.
Still smiling, Fred remarked. "I didn't know you Ravenclaws joined in on the fun stuff. Shouldn't you be studying or something?" He smirked at me and I narrowed my eyes in return.
"And I thought you Gryffindors were chivalrous and what not, huh? Should you really have to resort to making fun of a girl to flirt with her?" I surprised myself with this, less because of its forward nature and more because my boyfriend was standing 20 feet away.
I guess I was hoping I would catch Fred off guard, but his expression didn't flinch. He simply said, "Touchť, Callaghan." It wasn't until now that I noticed the subtle sparkle in his amber eyes. "Wanna go for a walk?" His tone had changed, or was I imagining it?
My head was screaming at me, 'Boyfriend! Your boyfriend!' But I justified what I was about to do by convincing myself that a platonic walk between new friends was no crime. Not to mention, the smirk dancing on Fred's lips was both adorable and mischievous, and I had a thing for the troublemakers.
I ran my hand through my long, tangled hair, needing a few extra seconds to confirm my decision and suddenly wishing I had actually washed it this morning. "Lead the way," I decided, linking my arm with his.
We walked for what could've been a few minutes or twenty, but we chatted and laughed the entire time. Fred eventually stopped at a door that was familiar to me, but shouldn't have been to him.
"The prefects bathroom?" I questioned, confused.
"Well you know the password, don't ya? You being a prefect and all."
I was a prefect...but was he serious? "Yeah, I mean-"
"Alright, well then, open up the door." He saw the look on my face and leaned down to put his lips to my ear, tucking some of my hair behind it. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna ask you to do anything you don't wanna do. I just wanna have some fun."
A little less weary, but not completely convinced, I hesitantly relayed the password. Fred followed me through the door, looked at the tub, and removed his shirt. While unbuttoning his pants, he said, "Underwear? It's pretty much the same thing as a bathing suit. Covers all the good stuff, right?" By now he was clumsily trying to get his second leg out of his pants; the tiled floor was wet and he was trying not to slip. Watching him struggle, I couldn't help myself. My plan clear in my head, I walked over to him slowly and calmly. I leaned my own lips to his ear this time, as if to tell him something, but instead I put my hands to his bare chest, and waiting a few seconds, pushed him right into the tub. He crashed in just as I'd hoped, pants still half on. While the push was mostly for a laugh, I'd be lying to say I didnít notice his toned yet surprisingly soft-skinned chest.
Once he resurfaced, he pulled his now soaked pants off, throwing them at me.
Initially he laughed, but as he looked me square in the eyes his laughter faded and his tone became quite serious. "You better take off whatever you don't want wet because you have five seconds before I pull you in here with me."
"No!" I half yelled, half shrieked. In a girly panic, I quickly stripped down to my bra and panties. Luckily, they weren't the skimpiest they could have been, but they weren't exactly modest either. I chose to pretend I didn't notice Fred checking me out, though I don't think he was trying to hide it.
I got into the tub hastily, depriving Fred of the chance to pull me in. My skin welcomed the water which was bubbly, steamy, and soothing. Drops glistened on Fred's shoulders and chest, and his wet hair stuck up in every direction as he ran his hand through it. His eyes seemed to sparkle brighter from all the moisture. He looked strangely innocent.
As I looked across the water at him, Fred smiled back at me, complacent. We sat in a comfortable silence for several minutes until I became restless. "Betcha I can hold my breath for longer," I challenged and splashed under the water.
Fred didn't skip a beat, plunging himself right under with me. My eyes open, I could see Fred making faces at me from only two feet away, and I fought to hold in my laughter. After what felt like an eternity, I gave in, my lungs screaming for oxygen. My competitor rose a few seconds later. "You're quite the instigator, you know that," he laughed.
I was warm and happy, a combination of the bath and undoubtedly the company. Merlin, did this boy have the most ridiculous smirk. I slowly moved toward him, and he placed his hands on my hips, his fingers playing with the lace of my underwear.
His eyes were locked on mine; I could tell he was trying to read me.
Meanwhile, I was silently fighting every urge I was having. "Look uh," I stammered, "I really want you to kiss me but, er, you know that kid that you saw is my boyfriend and my best friend thinks you're cute. And I'm really-" He put his hand over my mouth, forcing my rambling to a halt.
"It's fine. I told you not to do anything you didn't want to." I nodded. "Should we get out then?"
I didn't want to. I could have stayed in there with him all night, but my conscience was starting to eat away at my good mood.
"I guess." I answered and swam over to edge of the tub. I looked back at Fred. "I'll grab a couple towels."
He nodded his head in acknowledgement. I could feel his eyes practically burning a hole through my backside as I used my arms to push myself onto the ledge of the tub.
"Subtlety isn't your strong suit, is it?" I asked, throwing him a towel once he'd gotten himself out of the tub.
"What possibly do you mean?" Fred feigned innocence.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "You know what I'm talking about," I said, shyness creeping in.
"I do," Fred said. He smirked yet again. "Is that a problem?"
I was thrown by the question. "Er..." was all I could manage, as I stood dumbly, my head cocked to the side, mouth hanging slightly agape.
Fred simply laughed at me. With a wave of his wand, he magically dried both his pants and boxers. I did the same to my underwear, and pulled on my clothes suddenly feeling self conscious. Fred took his time getting dressed, allowing the moment to linger.
"So, I'll see you around, right?" Fred asked.
"Definitely," I agreed, the reply flowing from my mouth without my brain's approval.
"Good," he smiled at me, no smirk this time, just a genuine smile. "Hopefully, someone will be...out of the picture then." The smirk returned, and he winked.
I just rolled my eyes. Fred moved toward the door, giving me one last look over his shoulder and a small wave as he left.
"See ya, Callaghan."
As he closed the door behind him, I couldn't help but smile.
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