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Fred looked outside of his room’s window as he heard the sound of an apparition. Harry was standing in the middle of the field, looking as cute as ever. Fred was suddenly very grateful for surviving the war. He would have hated missing that sight. Harry’s hair was a mess and Fred wanted nothing but to run his fingers through the soft curls.
Harry suddenly looked up, his gaze right on him. Fred jumped away from the window, his cheeks turning a bright red. George chuckled behind him. The prat was lying on his bed, an amused smile spread across his lips.
“I told you he’d see you” Fred’s only response was to glare at him. “Also stalking your boyfriend isn’t really healthy”
Fred grabbed the nearest thing and threw it right in George’s face.
“Harry’s not my boyfriend”
“Yet” George added while rubbing his face where the object hit him.
Fred was about to answer when someone knocked on the door and opened it.
“Hi guys” Harry said with a small smile, looking shy.
Fred was sure his heart stopped beating because Harry looked absolutely adorable with his smile and his bright eyes. And also because he might have heard what they were saying mere seconds ago and that thought was scaring the shit out of Fred.
“Your mom said I was rooming with you?” He asked, looking confused. His brow were furrowed, clearly not understanding why he was separated from his best friend.
Fred immediately glared at his twin, guessing he had something to do with that. George smiled brightly back at him and winked. The bastard actually winked. Fred wished he could hate him. And strangle him.
“I figured it would be better” George answered with a small laugh. “Unless you want to spend the night with Ron and Hermione?”
Harry’s eyes widened as he understood and he shook his head before walking in the room and dropping his bag at the foot of Fred’s bed. George looked about to open his mouth, probably to comment Harry’s choice of bed, but was interrupted by their mom.
“Diner’s ready!” She yelled from the kitchen, startling the three of them.
“Come on” George said as he wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders. He sent a cheeky grin in Fred’s direction before leading Harry out of the room and down the stairs.
Fred wanted to murder him. Slowly. Painfully.
He knew George wouldn’t dare steal Harry from him. But he couldn’t stop thinking that Harry wasn’t his. And what if he decided that he liked George more than Fred?
He finally came down the stairs and took his place at the table, ready to make Harry fall for him before midnight. Before the new year. He desperately wanted Harry to share a midnight kiss with him.
It was later that night, once the diner was over, that Fred had a chance to seduce him. Harry had discretely left the living a few minutes ago to go outside. Fred followed him and closed the door.
Harry was laying on the grass a few feet from him. As he walked toward Harry, Fred thought he looked more relaxed that he did all night. He looked peaceful, laying on his back in the grass in the middle of the night.
“Hey” Fred whispered as he sat down next to him.
Harry lazily opened his eyes as he turned his head toward him.
“Hey” He said slowly, his lips stretched in a cute smile
Fred lied down on his elbows as Harry closed his eyes again. He couldn’t stop watching him. He couldn’t stop watching how his breath formed little puff of air. How his hair was moving with the wind. How his lips looked red because of the cold.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Harry suddenly asked, his red lips moving and distracting him even more.
“Hm?” Fred said, his eyes still fixated on Harry’s tempting lips. He wanted to move closer. Wanted to close the distance between them. Wanted to put his own lips against-
“I said, why are you looking at me like that?” Harry asked again, interrupting Fred’s thoughts.
“I-no reasons” He stammered, looking away as his cheeks started burning.
“You looked almost hungry” Harry stated, looking confused.
Fred started panicking because he couldn’t tell this adorable and perfect boy that he looked hungry because he wanted to kiss him. That he craved nothing more.
“Yes, well I didn’t eat a lot” He lied.
Harry immediately looked worried. He started getting up, trying to pull Fred up.
“Come on, I’m sure we’ll find you something in the kitchen”
Fred smiled at Harry’s cuteness and let himself be pulled on his feet.
“Come on” Harry said again. He then started to walk toward the house, his fingers still around Fred’s wrist.
They entered the kitchen and Harry started looking out for some food. After a few minutes, he gave Fred a small plate with some biscuits on it.
“They’re probably drinking some tea with these in the living room”
“Yeah” Fred answered around a mouthful of the delicious biscuits.
“Did you know that these biscuits are actually my favourites?” Fred suddenly asked, picking up another one and offering it to Harry.
He noticed that Harry was closer than he thought he was and was looking up at him with bright eyes and a determined expression.
The last time he saw him with this expression, Harry actually killed someone. Fred swallowed loudly, his mouth suddenly drier than it had ever been.
“Do you trust me?” Harry asked as he took a step closer to him.
Fred only nodded, unable to talk. And like in a dream, he saw Harry taking a step even closer, one of his hands running up from Fred’s arm to the back of his neck as he closed the distance between them and finally laid his lips against Fred’s.
Fred’s eyes fluttered closed and he let the plate fall on the ground to wrap both of his arms around the body against his.
He heard loud cheers in the distance, his friends and family
celebrating the new year. He heard his mother’s step entering the room, alerted by the loud clattering of the plate breaking at their feet.
He couldn’t care less about both of these things at this very moment. The boy he loved was kissing him and Fred could swear he had never felt this good in his entire life.