[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

ooc warning

, Saccharin is Fred who is a little hesitant when it comes to love.

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Fred is really a very unromantic person.

He never gave you roses, never wrote a love letter, and never booked your itinerary for the next day in advance for a date. He seemed to only remember having a girlfriend like you when you were in his sight. Like a slime that cannot be peeled off.

After staring at the History of Magic homework for a long time, the ink flowing down from your quill pen stained a large piece of ink on the parchment because of your pause. After struggling incompetently, you finally threw the pen away and lay on the table with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked up from her homework.

You raised your head slightly and looked at her with your eyes. This girl who had established a relationship with Ron not long ago was wearing a butterfly hairpin from her new boyfriend on her head, flashing and flashing as if to show off her power to you - although you Know that the wearer has no such thoughts.

"Is Fred staying with me because he likes me?" you lamented.

Hearing your question, Hermione was a little surprised: "Why do you think so? Fred has never been a person who would have to deal with someone he doesn't like."

You pursed your lips: "Did Ron invite you to spend the summer vacation at the Burrow?"

Talking about her lover, the always arrogant girl blushed slightly. She subconsciously bit her lip and curled her hair. She looked around and saw that no familiar classmates were there before she dared to reply in a low voice: "Yes."

"It's almost the end of the term, and Fred has no intention of saying anything." You gritted your teeth, "Ginny came to ask me a long time ago if I had any taboos. She thought Fred had already told me this. Something! But the truth is that I didn’t expect anything!”

You banged your head on the table angrily, earning a warning from Mrs. Pince.

"I'm going to have a cold war with him!" You glanced at the hairpin on Hermione's head again, rushed forward and hugged Hermione's arms, "Hermione! Do me a favor and let Ron mention something about why I'm unhappy. matter."

Just do it.

After that day, you ignored Hermione's advice and started a one-sided cold war with Fred. You tried your best to miss time at the long table and did not eat with him. You were always the last one to sneak in during class to avoid Fred. Sometimes you also excuse yourself and grab Hermione or Ginny and sneak away to the library.

He didn't interfere that much. In fact, Fred always had endless fun with his brother every day. They had been in such a cold war for a while, and you even felt that he was completely unaware that the relationship between the two was deteriorating.

"Fred is waiting for you in the jungle."

On the afternoon after the final exam, Ron grabbed you and said this with a bitter look on his face.

Who wants to listen to him!

Even with such thoughts in mind, you still couldn't restrain your curiosity and walked into the dense forest. Fred has taken you here many times before during night outings, and you are quite familiar with it.

It was already dusk after the exam, and the dense forest that had always been dark in your mind was dyed golden. You walked around the perimeter but didn’t see Fred. You couldn’t help but suspect that he had colluded with Ron to play a prank on you. .

You kicked the tree in front of you and complained fiercely: "Damn Fred!"

"Why do I hear someone complaining about their boyfriend?"

A familiar figure hung upside down from the branch in front of you, and Fred stuffed a candy into your mouth while you were stunned.

There was no time to react, the sugar melted in your mouth the moment it touched your mouth. Your eyes couldn't help but be attracted to Fred's lips, which were getting redder because he was hanging upside down, and all the anger in your head turned into desire.

"What did you feed me?" You swallowed and asked reluctantly.

Fred didn't answer you immediately. He reached out and held your head, his long hands running through your hair. You watched the familiar face enlarge in front of your eyes until his lips pressed against yours.

The soft tongue licked the roof of your mouth, and the slight tickling sensation made you chuckle. You couldn't resist his kissing move at all - although you couldn't help it when you were angry. God knows you refused some time ago. Fred's kiss took a lot of self-control on your part.

You don’t know when he turned over and came down from the tree. You held your head high and felt that your breath was being taken away by Fred little by little. From time to time, your teeth made a slight knocking sound, and every inch of your mouth was filled with fu. Red's taste, but you still want more.

"Fred..."

You were surprised that your voice could be so soft. In fact, your body was so soft that you couldn't muster any strength. You could only rely on Fred's strength to hold you in front of him. There were tears in your eyes, and you couldn't even see his face clearly.

"Hermione said you think I don't like you?" Fred's lips were still moving around your ear, "So you got angry with me?"

"That's right." You hummed, "You don't send me roses, write me love letters, or go on dates in advance. You always do whatever comes to mind. You are not romantic at all!"

Fred picked you up and motioned for you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed you against the tree trunk and kissed your lips.

"Romance never rests on these items." The young man who lowered his voice and spoke seriously still had a smile on his face, "There is only one kind of real romance, and this kind of romance can be fully demonstrated when you and I kiss."

"You're mine every day, no reservations required."

Fred really loved kissing you when he was in love. You used to complain to Hermione about whether he had skin hunger syndrome. Whenever he was around you, his lips would restlessly want to move towards yours. .

That evening, you forgot how long you had been kissed by him while you were still in a daze. When you woke up, it was already almost curfew. You were lying in Fred's arms, having him caress your hair, which was completely comfortable.

"What did you feed me?" Remembering the urge to kiss just now, you grabbed Fred's collar and asked.

"The key to solving the Cold War... okay, okay, dear, don't wave your fist, it's actually a kissing candy, a new invention of George and I." Fred blinked, "This is the first time I've used it, but it's very effective. "

"Are you still angry?" Another wet kiss was left on your cheek, "Do you want to go to the Burrow with me to spend your summer vacation?"

Fred is not very good at writing love letters. Although he used to write them frequently for pranks, he felt uncomfortable when he thought that the person he was sending them to was you. He always felt that he couldn't send anything.

"Why are you so timid?" The brother complained, poking his chest with his elbow, "This is not like you at all."

There's no way, why doesn't George have a lovely girlfriend like you?

At this time, the brother will show a disgusted expression. He complains that you always feel that the gift you picked is not good enough and giving up is not a good behavior. Girls always look forward to all the romance from their lovers.

In fact, Fred also knows this, but he always feels that kissing is the best and most romantic, and you need to slowly choose the best gift for you. His proud mischievous head can't come up with any new ideas on all things facing you, and it seems as if it has been wiped out.

All his coaxing words were fighting in his throat, and he couldn't say them out in front of you when you were angry. So after the end of the semester, George finally couldn't stand it anymore and gave him a new invention.

God, Fred still thinks kissing is the most romantic thing in the world, but he also thinks nothing is more important than your happiness.

After the Cold War was reconciled, he looked at a drawer of selected gifts and finally made up his mind to give them all away.

As an aside, Fred’s gift list:

I wrote a lot of love letters that I couldn’t send, inventions that were for the sake of romance but didn’t feel romantic enough, a bunch of flowers that I picked over and felt weren’t perfect (and were saved with a magic spell), and I passed by a clothing store that I thought would be perfect for your wedding. veil

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The words in bold in the article are from Falling River Wind, which may deviate a bit from the original meaning, but I really like this sentence so much.