listen while you read... or dont idk
kiss it off me - cigarettes after sex https://open.spotify.com/track/2UKvxuMTM7JwprZrnpxgY1?si=jeCpuAngQ_62jHGcfXt_7g
bubblegum - cigarettes after sex
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it's a month before school starts when you get a letter from ron, inviting you to stay at his house for a couple of days.

obviously, you immediately write a letter back eagerly accepting his invite. after exchanging a couple more letters, you plan out the details such as when you'll be arriving and how long you'll be staying.

you both agree that you'll arrive there tomorrow morning and stay for a whole three days. it takes a shit ton of begging to convicr your parents to allow you to go but they end up agreeing anyways.

you pack your bags as soon as they agree and prepare everything that you might need for your 3 day stay.

as soon as you woke up the morning after, you woke your parents up to say goodbye and floo powdered your way into the weasly house hold.

mrs weasly was waiting for your arrival already when you stumbled out the fireplace and fell on your ass infront of it, your luggage falling besides you.

"ow." you look down at your leg and notice a cut just above your ankle.

"oh my, are you alright dear?" mrs weasly rushes over to your side immediately. "youre not hurt anywhere, are you?"

you quickly stand up and wave your hands as to deny ever being hurt. "dont worry, im fine." you smile at her but you have to make an active effort to not wince at the cut on your ankle.

you would just take care of yourself. later. probably. its not like youve just been stabbed or anything so it should be fine right?

"wheres everyone else?" you question as you glance around. "Arthur went to work early and the rest are probably still sleeping." she says and you can hear a hint of annoyance at the end of her sentence. "we have a guest and theyre asleep. how disgraceful." she mumbles as she leads you to the kitchen.

you laugh as you follow her. "i guess im a bit early huh?"

when youre both in the kitchen she gestures you to sit down and you do. "oh no dear, youre perfectly on time." she checks up on her magical kitchen equipment before turning to you. "breakfast?"

"ive already eaten." (u always eat queen pussy slay!!!) you shake your head.

"dear do you mind if i go on about my house chores, the others will wake up soon to keep you company." she asks and you nod politley. you really do hope that mrs weasly likes you.... as a daughter in law... jokes.... or not..

you move to the living room with your luggage. you set down your stuff and look around. as youre examining a certain photo, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.

you jump back in surprise, ready to throw hands. but when you turn around its just fred. "boo." he smiles down at you, probably holding back a laugh.

"oh im sooo scared." you sarcastically say even though he clearly startled you. almost pissed your pants to be honest.

"maybe start acting unbothered when you dont look like youre about to throw a punch."

you look down at your stance and lower your fists. "oh."

the cut on your ankle catches his eye and he squints at it. "woah what have YOU been up to?"

you almost piss your pants a second time when you look down. the cut has bleed quite alot, making it look worse than it actually was. it looked like you were stabbed brutally 13 times. repeatedly.

"shit. i used to know a spell for this." you sit down on the sofa to take a better look at it. (just ignore tht theyre not allowed to do magic outside school for like. a minute.)

"same."

"well use it then."

"keyword. used to."

"youre supposed to be the reliable upperclassman..."

he gives you a look that indicates he has never been called reliable in his entire life. "whatever you say." he looks down at you for a second. "hold on. im about to do something very reliable."

he leaves for a good 5 minutes and comes back with a white bag. "whats that?"

"first aid kit." he grins at you as he wiggles that bag in the air, looking entirely way too proud of himself.

"how do you eve have that... fuck that actually please dont fuck up my leg..." you say, a bit scared. since you highly doubt fred knows anything about this muggle first aid shit.

"ay you have to trust your reliable upperclassman here." he kneels down infront of the couch and takes your leg in his hand, looking at the cut as if he actually knows what hes doing.

"do you even know what youre suppose to do?"

he laughs his way out of your questions and takes out a cotton pad.

"dad told us some stuff about it, wasnt really listening though."

"how reassuring."

he looks through the bag. "hey arent i supposed to put something on this. to clean the cut?"

"water? i guess? and then antibacterial?"

he runs to get water and runs back as if your life is on the line. "cant have my patient dying on me now."

he cleans the wound and the dried up blood with utmost focus. you don't think you've ever seen fred this serious before. its endearing.

he finds the antibacterial cream and starts to apply it to your cut. "WTF OWW!!!!" you say just to be overdramatic. obviously a joke.

his ass freezes, his eyes widen as he looks up at you. he relaxes when he notices you laughing. "are you insulting my doctor skills?"

"yeaaah you kind suck."

"kids are so ungrateful these days." he says as he finishes applying the cream. he closes that cap and puts it back in the bag.

"bet you dont know what to do now. hah."

"i know what bandaging is y/n." he says as he takes a sterile gauze out, looking sassy as hell. like damn okay doctor.

he carefully wraps it around your ankle. "time to thank your reliable upperclassman." he grins up at you  expectantly.

"thanks fred." you stretch the words out.

he stands up, looking at you disapprovingly. "not very sincere."

"whaaaat?? say what??" you gasp. he leans down to your level. "watch out. me and George might prank you so hard you piss your pants."

"i'd like to see you try."

"oh you'll regret saying that." he stands back up.

"no but thanks fred. really." you dont say it because of the threat or anything. you really did appreciate him helping you, aside from jokes and everything.

your thankfulness sounds sincere enough this time and it makes fred feel oddly happy. he doesnt know why but he feels abit like giggling and throwing his feet up when you thank him like that. with that pretty voice. youre so pretty just sitting there. i mean uhh

he shakes his head. "im going back up to sleep."

"sleep well! dream of me!" you say as he walks up the stairs. he smiles. "i will, i will."

a/n; is this out of character.......... fuck bro idk but it was fun writing it.