FredWeasleyy: ::is sitting by the shore of the lake, looking out over the water, homemade (uhm) cigarette in one hand::
SlytherinBully: ::out for a walk to clear her mind, she sees him by the lake... at least, she thinks it's him. strange how she can tell more easily these days.:: ::...wouldn't necessarily say she sneaks up behind him, but she doesn't make much noise, either, until she's rather close:: ::squints at him a little:: What are you doing?
FredWeasleyy: ::jumps, startled, looking up at her, then grins:: Bulstrode. Don't you know it's not polite to sneak up on people? ::glances down at the suspicious looking cigarette in his hand:: Ah...just spending my Sunday by trying to acheive as little as possible.
SlytherinBully: ::absently, without much feeling:: Weasel, when have I ever been polite? ::isn't entirely sure what he's talking about:: ...that's not a normal Muggle cigarette.
FredWeasleyy: ::shrugs, taking his eyes off her and looking out over the lake again:: Special kind. ::motions to the ground, which is littered with white cigarette butts:: We come here all the time, when we need to get our minds off things. ::looks up again:: D'you smoke?
SlytherinBully: ::nods, colouring slightly... stupid Muggle addiction::
FredWeasleyy: ::nods:: Are you going to sit down, or just stand there all day?
FredWeasleyy: ::makes a face:: Not that I care one way or the other, of course.
SlytherinBully: ::makes a similar face, teasing:: Of course not. Pity, that. I was rather hoping it would bother you. ::sits next to him, drawing her knees up to her chest and folding her arms over them. she avoids looking at him, focusing on the lake instead::
FredWeasleyy: ::sits in silence for a while, occationally taking a drag from the cigarette, wondering why she stayed. Looks down at the cigarette again, shrugs, and holds it out to her:: Care for a drag?
SlytherinBully:::regards him suspiciously:: ...it's not anything too terrible, is it?
FredWeasleyy: ::rolls his eyes:: I'm smoking it, ain't I?
SlytherinBully:::gives him an obvious look:: You slept with Bletchley. Forgive me if I'm inclined to believe that you're lacking in a sense of proper self-preservation, and have lousy taste besides. ::takes the cigarette anyway because she's a overly curious bint. inhales easily enough since she's used to smoking, but can't help coughing severely afterward::
FredWeasleyy: ::snickers and thumps her back:: Take it easy, dear. ::takes the cigarette back, his fingers brushing against hers before pulling his hand back quickly, and takes another drag::
SlytherinBully:::refuses to allow her body any kind of reaction just because the Weasel touched her. ... twice:: ::shrugs, says quickly:: Not sure if that's much to write home about. Just made my throat burn a little. How pleasant.
FredWeasleyy: ::shakes his head sadly, but the corner of his mouth is twitching:: ::holds the cigarette out again:: Try again. And try not to cough it up immediately, Bulstrode, just hold your breath. ::smirks at her:: The way you were coughing, I'd say you hadn't inhaled before. Don't tell me you smoke like a 15-year old girl, do you?
SlytherinBully: ::smacks him:: I'm sixteen, Weasel, so piss off. ::but she tries it again, and takes his advice::
FredWeasleyy: Thadda girl. ::takes the cigarette back once more and takes a final drag before stumping it out on the ground and flicking it away::
SlytherinBully: So... what were you trying to get off your mind today?
FredWeasleyy: ::lays back on the grass, his hands behind his head for support:: Oh. ::coughs:: You caught me there. Today that's just an excuse for coming down here...period. I happen to like it down here. ::looks straight up at the sky, watching a small cloud drifting across it:: Acctually, today things are looking fairly good in the mood department.
SlytherinBully: ::can't help but feel... bad... about that. everyone... (well, the four or five people she concerns herself with... and when the hell did Weasel become one of them?) seems in such good spirits lately, so close to being happy, and she knows that it won't be long until she's still just as miserable but now completely alone:: ...ah. Then I suppose I ought to leave you to it, then. Wouldn't want to spoil your good mood.
SlytherinBully:::mentally kicks herself. she wouldn't? yes, she would! that's practically what she bloody lives for! she's not sure what's wrong with her, lately::
FredWeasleyy: ::opens his mouth to say something sarcastic, but closes it again, oddly enough not wanting her to leave. Frowns slightly, before clenching his teeth and blurting out:: No...don't go.
FredWeasleyy: ::bites his tongue, bracing himself for a snappy reply::
SlytherinBully:::raises an eyebrow, fighting back the urge for a little smile:: ::not sarcastically, just slightly amused:: Hm. I'm pretty sure I've heard "don't" from you on a few occasions, and certain that "go" comes up in conversations between us quite frequently. But both at the same time, I think that might be a first.
FredWeasleyy: ::doesn't look at her, just keeps staring ahead, into space. Upper lip curls slightly, being annoyed at himself for dropping his guard and giving her a chance to mock him about it:: Whatever. If you want to leave, I wouldn't be able to stop you, nor would I try. It's just... ::shuts his eyes briefly:: ...well, company...isn't bad. Basically. Even if the present one has a flare for going for my throat, verbally.
SlytherinBully: ::rolls her eyes a little:: How vicious of me, to harp on such an innocent, helpless victim as yourself. ::dropping the sarcasm:: Don't act like you can't take it, Weasley, and give it back almost as well.
FredWeasleyy: ::smirks:: I live for the verbal stand-offs we engage in, you know that, dearie.
FredWeasleyy: ::goes on:: After all, mocking someone who might break down and run away to cry isn't my idea of fun.
SlytherinBully: ::bites her lower lip briefly and look out over the lake again:: Rather surprised I didn't spoil our games for good then, the other night. It was... luckily just a momentary indiscretion.
FredWeasleyy: Certainly. I won't hold it against you. ::props himself up on one elbow and peers at you from under the hair hanging over his forehead:: Besides, since I'll be away from school for an entire week, I'd rather you stayed for a while, to allow me to stock up on brilliant sarcasm. That way I know I'll be able to last one week without it.
SlytherinBully: ::before she can stop herself:: ::raises an eyebrow:: ::sounding almost as though she cares either way:: You're leaving?
FredWeasleyy: ::nods, looking excited:: Yeah...officially, I'll go visit my brother, that'd be the dragon-lover, but, between you and me... ::lowers his voice:: ...I'm going to Italy. ::beams::
SlytherinBully: ::remembers seeing something similar in Bletchley's journal. of course. how bloody perfect.:: ::her face goes shuttered, and she's radiating 'don't fuck with me' vibes:: Won't that be lovely.
FredWeasleyy: ::nods enthusiatically:: You see, Re...Bletchley wasn't so keen on going, she doesn't like to travel, don't ask me why, so I offered to take her place. ::is grinning now, as he is very excited about going, not having travelled much in his life::
SlytherinBully:::blinks in surprise, a bit of her coldness dissipating:: ...oh. Oh, well, I hope that you... find Italy to your liking.
FredWeasleyy: I'll send you a postcard. ::winks at her:: The only catch is that I'll have to impersonate her, but since me and George always keep a batch of poly-juice potion ready for use, the appearence won't be a problem. As for personality... ::snickers:: Well, going around cursing at people and beating up folks at random would cover it, wouldn't it?
FredWeasleyy: ::shudders:: Let's just hope I won't be forced to look in mirrors too much.
SlytherinBully:::is more than a bit disturbed by the idea of Fred with Bletchley's body... mostly because it seems a... not entirely repulsive concept:: I should think that would sufficiently cover it, yes. Although if you need any tips, I have some... experience in that area, myself.
FredWeasleyy: ::chuckles:: Indeed. You two sure are birds of a feather, although you are a wee bit more likeable...it's a mystery why I went off with her, instead of... ::clamps mouth shut, ears reddening again:: Let's not go there.
SlytherinBully: ::face colours similarly:: Best not to, certainly.
FredWeasleyy: ::looks away sternly, mentally wincing at the awkward silence that follows::
FredWeasleyy: ::bites his lower lip and sits up again, turned to face her, his legs crossed:: ::clears his throat:: Hrm...so...how are you feeling about...about what we discussed last night? Better?
SlytherinBully:::looks away. this subject is only a bit less uncomfortable for her.:: ...a bit, yes. And... what about you? ::bristles slightly:: Pretend I care.
FredWeasleyy: ::his eyes narrows slightly at her last words, briefly, before his face goes blank again:: ::shrugs:: I'm alive. Other than that, I don't know, really. ::watches her face, his stomach sinking slightly. Why...why does this, new-found vunerable side of her seem so oddly... attractive to him? She's just his arch nemesis, after all, he hasn't even really thought of her as a girl, before:: ::swallows thicky:: Why...do you care?
SlytherinBully:::shrugs a little, abashed:: ::mutters just within earshot:: ...bloody hell if I know.
FredWeasleyy: ::frowning slightly:: If you do...well, you shouldn't. This is not the way things are supposed to work. ::his words doesn't sound convincing, even to him, and he shakes his head in confusion:: We hate each other, remember?
SlytherinBully:::tenses:: ::begins to ramble:: Of course we do! I mean, it doesn't have to be like... that. It doesn't have to mean that. It might just be that... if you were too busy moping over your broken heart to be any fun to spar with... I would just be... bored. ... I'm sure that's all it is.
FredWeasleyy: ::reaching out to grab her shoulder.. why? To turn her to face him again? To show some kind of agreement in her words? ...his hand instead finds her face, cupping her cheek::
FredWeasleyy: ::he blinks, confused, but doesnt remove his hand; instead he pulls her closer while he himself leans forward, kissing her firmly on the mouth::
SlytherinBully:::there's a small sound of shock from the back of her throat, and she raises her hands, wanting to push him away, meaning to push him away... but all she can do is close her eyes and wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him back. There's... a depth to it, and a fierceness, and it's eight million ways different than kissing Remus... and most of them are better::
FredWeasleyy: ::frowning, "this was not supposed to happen", he meets her kiss, his hand sliding away from her face to slip around her back, embracing her, pulling her close. After a moment of this, though, he break the kiss, pulling back. Breathing a bit laboured, his head lowered, his eyes wide, he peers at up her:: Wh... What the hell was that...? ::not accusing, merely questioning::
SlytherinBully:::looking quite similar, just as flushed, just as... stunned:: ::tries to collect herself, wants desperately to front: '...a kiss. And a mistake. And entirely your bloody fault' but... she just can't.:: ... I... I have no idea.
FredWeasleyy: ::after that brief moment of complete mental blankness, thoughts start racing through his head, he can't believe he did that, he just can't believe it, he kissed her, Bulstrode, and she didn't push him away, she didn't shout or sneer at him, she...she kissed him back, and it was wrong...and...and...he just wants to do it again::
FredWeasleyy: ::not wanting to think, not wanting to talk, not wanting to change his mind, or have her change her mind, he reaches out for her again, embraces her again, kissing her deeply::
SlytherinBully:::as he pulls her to him again, the first conscious feeling that presents itself is, oddly enough, relief. even for her lack of experience, if he wanted to do it again it couldn't have been too bad... but then again, he's obviously already proven himself to be quite the masochist on occasion, so she's... not entirely sure what to feel about it.::
SlytherinBully:::...she's not entirely sure what to feel about kissing Fred Weasley... oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods...::
SlytherinBully:::she pushes him away, only enough to break the kiss:: ::quietly:: I hate you. I really, really, really, bloody, sodding, fucking hate you.::
SlytherinBully:::because that has to be true ... if that's not true...::
FredWeasleyy: ::his face inches away from hers, their noses brushing against eachother, he briefly closes his eyes and nods:: ::quietly:: I can live with that. ::and he just might:: ::not moving his head, not kissing her again, waiting for her next reaction, his hands wanders up her back to tangle themselves in her hair, cupping her head::
SlytherinBully:::with a slight frown and a tiny keening moan -- she's never been so disappointed in herself; this is wrong, this is sick, this is... everything she's always hated and she's giving into it, utterly, just because it... feels so good -- she kisses him, entirely of her own volition this time, pressing herself against him and feeling... again, not completely unpleasantly... like such a bloody slut. she just wants... she wants... she's not entirely sure what she wants, or... how much, or... anything at all, really, in her whole life, and she can't say she cares about much at the moment, outside of... this. whatever it is.::
FredWeasleyy: ::allowing his tongue to brush against her lips, he decides that this; the way her mouth feels against his, the way her body feels against his own, the way her hair feels underneath his hands, the way both hot and cold ripples down his spine...this...makes up for all those years of hard words, of mutual dislike, of open arguments. This...is wonderful:: ::his hands leave her hair, sliding down her sides to rest on her hips, as his tongue pushes itself softly inside her mouth::
SlytherinBully:::trembles, just slightly, against him... she's never had anyone inside her before, even in a way as small as this, and... as much as she doesn't want it to, it makes sense that it's him. he... he was always the one who could get to her, could get under her skin. ... she's more than content with letting this go on, sliding her tongue against his, tasting him, feeling this unfamiliar warmth rise through her.::
FredWeasleyy: ::not breaking the kiss, he softly pushes her down on the grass, laying himself down beside her, his lower hand supporting her head, the other caressing her side and stomach through her clothes, a touch feverishly. He feels coherent thinking slowly abandoning him, the only sound is his own heartbeats thundering in his ears, and suddently it's not that he doesn't care that it's her, instead, he's glad it is.::
SlytherinBully:::she ought to be so ashamed, on her back like this for him, letting him -- wanting him like this. it's pounding through her brain like a mantra: wrong wrong wrong wrong. then she remembers what... what he said (his name... she can't. not now.) ... about listening to her heart. if she doesn't love Fred, if she doesn't... like him, most of the time... no matter how much they infuriate each other... she knows him, after this long. and she... trusts him.::
FredWeasleyy: ::he breaks the kiss and pulls back to look at her face, not knowing why, but feeling the need to see his own emotions mirrored there...confusion, bewilderment... - lust. Breathing heavily, his hand leaves her side to brush strands of hair from her face, tenderness he never thought he'd show her, not ever imagining feeling a need to show her, not her. But is is, it's her, she's right here, and her eyes shine back at him and...she's beautiful.:: ::trying to speak:: This... ::not finding words, not really needing them, he shuts his mouth again, his fingers trailing down her face to brush gently against her neck::
SlytherinBully:::his touch is so gentle... and she's only left more confused. if this were rough, if there was some kind of cruelty to it, she could better understand it. but this tenderness, and the way he's looking at her, like he... but she knows -- she really thinks she knows -- that he couldn't. And so it's best that there aren't words now, because even though she desperately wants to know what he's thinking, wants to know that she isn't the only one... lost... in this, she has a terrible feeling that too many words will only make this stop.:: ...please, Fred... just...
FredWeasleyy: ::choosing to interpret her words, and the look in her eyes, as a plead to go on, not to stop, he tears his eyes from her face, and leans to burrow his face against her neck, trailing his tongue over her skin, tasting her, his hand moving, seemingly by itself, over her chest, touching her breast through her clothes, almost desperately, as he presses himself towards her. The small voice in his head that shouts at him, "Stop, stop, you know it's not right, it's wrong, so just stop!" is deminished to a faint murmur, he doesn't want to listen to it, perhaps because the voice may be wrong, and not him.::
SlytherinBully:::she starts to cry out from the suddenness of the sensation, but bites her lip cruelly. his mouth, his hands... her body arches on its own against him. she wants to feel him on her skin, she wants him... everywhere, and she curses herself for trembling at the thought, for being so scared, as though she was a... well. a sixteen year old virgin.::
FredWeasleyy: ::hardly thinking anymore, certainly not any even remotedly sane thoughts, anyhow, he wonders why this felt wrong to begin with, he can't imagine that feeling, nor remember why he'd even felt it. Feeling feverishly hot, his hands tug at the bottom of her shirt, enabling them to slide inside, touching her skin, as warm, if not warmer, as his hands. He groans against her neck at the sensation of her naked skin under his hands, still kissing her neck and the soft skin behind her ear::
SlytherinBully:::when his mouth reaches the vicinity of her ear, how utterly humiliating is it that, of all ridiculous reactions, she has to start to bloody talk? she's not sure she'll ever be able to look in the mirror again. she's murmuring anything, everything, obvious words like 'please' and 'more' and his given name, over and over again, more than she'd ever used it in their previous five years of school together, and, she thinks, some other things, some things that she... must not be hearing correctly, and even if she were, certainly... aren't true anyway. and if his mouth weren't enough to distract her from her... sanity, there are his hands, doing... amazing things to her body. she'd known that sex... that it had to be good, or else everyone around school wouldn't act like such idiots because of it. but she didn't know... anything. she thinks she ought to touch him, wants to do... something, to make him feel like this, too. but she's not sure... she doesn't know what to do, and even if enough has changed between the two of them since last night to allow something like this to happen, she still doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he can do something better than she can. and besides, she thinks -- and a quick press of her hips against him proves it -- that he seems quite content in what he's doing.::
FredWeasleyy: ::the feeling of her hips pressed against his own makes him moan against her neck, and he moves in closer, putting more of his weight on her. His hands move inside her shirt, alternating between eagerly cupping and caressing her breasts and slowly pulling the shirt up, inch by inch, revealing her stomach. He forces himself to lift his head from her neck, looking down at the bared skin, pale in the sunshine. Black clothes is what she always wears, always wore, and he had never imagined what she would look like without them, at least not consciously. Beating for the School Team has left her fit, and he watches his hand slowly run over her exposed skin, before lifting his gaze once more to her face and kissing her mouth again, deeply, his tongue playing with hers.::
FredWeasleyy: ::he listens with half an ear at her incoherent words, finding it odd to hear this from her, and yet, find himself to consider it immensely encouraging...and exciting.::
SlytherinBully:::feeling his eyes on her naked skin is a small torture, and she does her best not to feel as though she's being appraised or... judged. she's not beautiful -- surely she'd know, by now, if she was -- but he must find her pleasing enough, from the way he takes her mouth again, so hungrily. his tongue teases hers, darting, hot and playful, and she thinks it should be the first thing since they've started... this... that feels even slightly familiar, even slightly... like the two of them, but it's still so...:: You drive me crazy. You know that. ::she reaches up and gently touches his face before sliding her hand up through his hair... and she's always wanted to do this, she won't lie to herself, always... tangling her fingers in it and tugging a little, just enough to make his head tilt back slightly, just enough to bare his throat. she leans forward and kisses him, licks at his jawline, nips gently at the tender skin of his neck.:: You always have. But this is...
FredWeasleyy: ::pulling himself together briefly, pulled back into reality by her words and her hand tugging his hair, which would be slightly painful is it wasn't for what she was doing to his neck, his words jagged, like his breathing, his voice raising and falling in pace her with tongue's movement on his skin:: I'm...We're... me driving you...crazy is...one of the highlights...in my very existence... ::it doesn't come out as sharply, as Fred, as he had wanted them to, and as words fail him again, he closes his eyes and thrusts his hips against hers, firmly, a strangled groan escaping his lips::
SlytherinBully:::she doesn't stop herself from crying out this time, and she can't stop her legs from parting beneath him, can't stop herself wanting to feel that, again, there, harder, oh, gods, please... ....she's not entirely sure how much of that she might have actually said out loud, and she's sure she'd be ashamed again, if she could be bothered right now with anything that didn't feel this good.::
FredWeasleyy: ::catching her words, her muttering, her incomplete sentences, hearing them but at the same time not really listening, he feels her part her legs, allowing for the two of them to push together even closer, if that's possible, feels the warmth of her even through her clothes and his, loving it, but wanting more, much more, everything. He fights the force of her hand holding his head back, his mouth finding her collarbones, kissing her there, letting his tongue tickle her soft skin, as his hands pulls her shirt up even higher, hurridly lifting himself from her slightly to pull it over her head. His breath catches in his throat as he looks down on her, his hands touching her naked breasts almost in disbelief, and he swallows thickly::
SlytherinBully:::she releases his hair to let him remove her shirt, and it might be the most directly obliging she's ever been in his presence. that she'd ever be remotely submissive at all, and to him of all people... she keeps her eyes on his face as he looks down at her, and his eyes are so... as if she was... she colours darkly -- she's so pale that she's sure it's as bad as when he does it -- and looks away::
FredWeasleyy: ::forcing himself to remove his hands from her breasts, he fumbles at his own shirt, pulls it over his head and tosses it aside carelessly. gently, he grabs her chin, turning her head back to face him, letting his fingers caress her face, smiling in what he hopes is an encouraging manner, not mirroring the turmoil going on inside of him. laying there, her upper body completly exposed, her face open and vunerable, Merlin, she's beautiful, and he wants her, wants her badly, not knowing if it's because he's in need of...something, and she's here, or if it's because he's really wanted her for a long time, without knowing, or perhaps even if it would somehow be a victory over her, although it certainly feels like he's losing this fight... Or maybe it's all and none of these reasons, and does he really care...?:: ::shaking his head slightly to himself, he kisses her mouth again, deeply::
SlytherinBully:::she loses herself in it even farther, willing herself to stop caring so much about what he thinks. if they go through with this, for... whatever reason it might be, well, it's not as though she's in love with him. she won't... she won't have a broken heart, again. and if he decides to stop... he'd be even more of a bastard than she previously expected, and an idiot besides, since she's fairly his for the taking at this point. although she isn't sure if he'd expect her to leave no strings attached. not that he'd have likely expected any of this of her, not the way her nipples tightened under his hands, not the way her skin felt hot and hyper-sensitive against him, or how defenseless his kisses left her. she'd never have expected it of herself.:: Fred, please... you... ::sweet Merlin, if she could just stop saying 'please'...::
FredWeasleyy: ::he trails kisses from her mouth, down her neck to her chest, his lips brushing against her nipples, his tongue leaving wet marks across her breasts, grinning to himself in spite of the situation, or perhaps because of it. he can't believe he's here with her, doing this with her, and it's even better than he would ever had imagined, not that he allows himself to admit he has imagined it. he'd never. it's...it's Bulstrode, for Merlins sake..! oblivious of what's going on inside of his head, his hands wander downwards, one resting against her hip, the other slipping in between his gently moving hips and hers, sliding in between her legs, rubbing her slowly through her trousers::
SlytherinBully:::her back arches as she presses up against him, her entire body drawn tight. she's not scared of him, she's... not scared. one of her hands is at his back, alternately tightening into a fist and stretching out to lightly scratch at him, and the other is roaming distractedly over him, stroking all the bare skin she can reach. her hips rock against him, in rhythm with his own, in rhythm with his hand, near enough to where she really needs it, and bloody hell, doesn't he want more than this?::
FredWeasleyy: ::he groans against her chest; because they are pressed so close together, his hand is doing as much to him as it is obviously doing to her, and he's so hard...! Supporting himself on his free hand, he pulls his upper body away from her, far enough so that he can focus on her face.:: ::he tries to grin at her, trying to maintain at least little bit of dignity, not wanting her to see just how badly he's losing this fight. all he can produce is a slight twitching of the corners of his mouth, his teeth clenched together:: ::quietly, through his clenched teeth:: ...this...Millie...amazing... ::he can't really recall ever calling her by her first name, let alone a nickname::
SlytherinBully:::she closes her eyes briefly at the name. gods, why is he trying to make things like this? this is... no matter how good it feels, no matter how fucking perfect, it's still wrong, and if it was going to be anything, it ought to have been quick and dirty and honest, just the two of them getting something they, for some inexplicable reason, needed from each other. but it's turned into... she thinks that it might have turned into something different than that, something... more and the worst thing is that she doesn't think she'll be able to bring herself to regret it.:: ::blasted hell, she's going to say it again, she knows it.:: Fred... I want you. ...just... please.
FredWeasleyy: ::he nods slightly, almost unnoticably, just lowering his head a fraction of a inch and bringing it up again. glancing downwards, he pulls his hand out from between the two of them, clumsily trying to undo her trousers, fumbling, since the angle is wrong and his hand is shaking so badly. finally, after a short struggle with the fly, his hand is tugging at her trousers, pushing them down slightly.::
SlytherinBully:::she's aching in anticipation of his touch, of having him... she's more than ready. she's heard other girls talk about how it hurts the first time, and she's almost certainly naive to think that he couldn't hurt her at this point... not her body, anyway.::
FredWeasleyy: ::he tries to undo his own trousers, unsuccessfully, and pushes himself back to kneel in front of her, frowning in unmasked annoyance, flushing slightly. ..stupid, bloody thing, cooperate! Using both hands to undo the button, he finally succeeds, but pauses momentarily, glancing down at her. he could still stop this. he could just get up and walk away, right now. no one would ever have to know, and they could agree not to talk about it, ever again. but...as his eyes slide down her body and back up to her face, he knows that's a lie. he couldn't stop now.:: ::before pulling his own trousers and briefs down to his knees, he reaches down to push hers down further, easing them over her behind, but leaves them halfway down. there. now she can actually see how much he wants her. and this is the point where'd she'd laugh in his face, where she'd be the one getting up and leaving. but she doesn't. for some reason, she doesn't::
SlytherinBully:::she thinks she should be pleased to be able to finally turn the tables on the physical appraisal, but really... she's pretty certain she just looks more scared. Not that she has any point of reference to compare, and she's sure he's not anything that medical science would like to study, he's probably normal, but honestly, that's going where? she bites her lip briefly and takes a deep breath before finally looking up at his face.:: Fred. ...slowly, if you can. All right?
FredWeasleyy: ::she still wants to take this further. he can't believe it. hope for the best, expect the worst, that's obviously what he had been thinking, judging by his relief. ...he can't decipher the look in her eyes, though, nor the tone of her voice. she almost looks...scared? but...without flattering, nor degrading himself, he's pretty much average, he knows this. so that can't be the reason. surely...surely she must...have done this before...she must have.:: ::shaking these thoughts, distracted by the way his blood is pounding in his tempes, and other places, as well, he eases himself down on top of her again, his face inches from hers, looking into her eyes, as his hand guides him right, pushing himself at her.::
SlytherinBully:::she's trembling noticeably, and she closes her eyes tightly as she feels the blunt tip of him brush against her sex. she feels him hesitating, and opens her eyes, finding herself looking directly into his.:: ... it's okay. I expect... it rather has to hurt... the first time. ...just...now... please...
FredWeasleyy: ::his stomach sinks at her words. ...her first...her first time..? he suddenly wants nothing more than to run, run far away from her, from this, this thing that has not gone the way he had...planned? Hoped? Expected? Hell, it's not like he got up this morning and thought to himself, "Oi, today I'll shag Bulstrode, just for a laugh." Obviously his actions are far from what his brain wants, as usual, he knows that not thinking before he acts is his greatest personality flaw, his hips pushing himself inside her, just a bit, meeting slight resistance. fuck, he has to struggle hard with himself not to just plunge all the way in. Merlin. this feels so good. he focuses on her face again, his look questioning:: You...all right?
SlytherinBully:::before she can remember to be detached at all:: Oh, gods, yes.
FredWeasleyy: ::biting down hard on his lower lip, he eases his way inside of her, feeling the resistance, still pushing, and overcomes it, knowing that this must hurt her, if she's telling the truth about her...experience, knowing, but currently not caring, not really, because, god, this is so good, she's so...tight...and he...:: ::his head drops to the side, his eyes tightly closed, and he moans into her hair:: Millie...oh my...god...
SlytherinBully:::she cries out, sharply and briefly, and digs her nails unconsciously into his back as he pushes his way into her. there is some pain; it's not quite as easy as she'd hoped, but it's still not half as bad as she'd feared. she's almost a bit glad for it, really. finally, something that hurts. pain, she recognizes, and it's a twisted kind of comfort. but she doesn't have long to mind it, though, because he's moving in her now, sliding in and out with nothing in the way, and she can feel him so deep, and he's moaning and muttering and calling her name and she doesn't know how much more of this she can take.::
FredWeasleyy: ::pleasure, red and burning hot, fills his world. there seems to be nothing else in exsistance than this, the two of them... no... him... really, honstely, just him, him and this sensation, eating up what was left of his coherent thinking, he can do nothing but keep going, keep moving in and out of her, he knows he must be making some kind of noice, because his lips are moving, but he can't hear it, not even inside his head, and the only thing he knows for sure is that he won't be able to hold himself back for much longer.::
SlytherinBully:::she moans for him, mindlessly, steadily, and scratches faint trails down his back as he thrusts into her. the universe seems to have sized down to the two of them, to their bodies together, and even though she's not a moron and knows the basic mechanics of intercourse, she's still not expecting it when that universe explodes all around her, inside her, all hard fast flashes of light and heat; tiny supernovas. she's sure she's screaming, because it bloody well feels like she's going to die, except she wants it, she wants to give everything she has over to it, she wants him to do this again.::
FredWeasleyy: ::feeling her tighten up around him, it pushes him over the edge as well. he grabs her upper arms, squeezing them, too tight, perhaps, but not aware, and buries his face against her neck, crying out through clenched teeth. through the red fog filling his conciousness, or what's left of it, he can only think, "Too soon, this ended too soon, we could have made it longer, we could have made it last all day, and now it's over...". but...he know's that's a lie, as well. there was nothing else he could have done, but to make this fast, he should be grateful he managed to hold back even this long.:: ::he slumps on top of her, weighing down more heavily, his hair wet and sticking his forehead, their bodies sliding against each other, slick with sweat.::
SlytherinBully:::her brain is still languidly non-functioning, and she reaches up and brushes his hair back from his forehead, pressing a kiss against his damp temple:: That was...
FredWeasleyy: ::struggling to gain control over his breathing, he can do nothing but nod weakly in agreement.:: ...yes...that was...
SlytherinBully:::she strokes his back, soothing where her nails must have left marks. she feels like she should say something... she doesn't know, 'nice work' or... 'how much longer do you think it'll be before you recover enough to properly run away' or... 'do you want to walk me to my dorm' -- and that's the worst one, like they were idiots Hufflepuffs or something, like they were dating. so she decides to wait for... whatever he says. he's got experience here, anyway. he could just say whatever he said to Bletchley, it's not like she would ever know. and, oh, that's a thought she didn't need to have. she tenses beneath him.::
FredWeasleyy: ::feeling her tense up, he props himself up on his hands, peering down at her, his hair still a mess, most of it still hanging over his forehead, his facial expression relaxed, but other than that, impossible to read.:: How...how're you doing? All right down there?
SlytherinBully: ::she smiles fondly at him for a split-second -- he is adorable, the prat -- then it fades, and she nods seriously, not quite meeting his eyes.:: I'm fine. But I ought to... I think... that I should go. And so, you would have to... ah...
FredWeasleyy: ::he raises his eyebrows, then realisation creeps up on him, and he coughs, flushing slightly.:: Ahh. Right. Sorry. ::pushing himself up, off her, feeling himself sliding out of her warmth, he again kneels in front of her. He looks down on her, suddenly embarassed, trying to cover himself up with his hands.:: ...you really have to go?
SlytherinBully:::she lifts her hips up slightly, shimmying back into her pants and working clumsily at buttoning them. she reaches back on the grass behind her and grabs her shirt, pulling it over her head. now properly covered, she's finally able to look at him again. she decides against twenty different smart remarks before she decides to just call his bluff, saying simply:: ...what do you want me to do, Weasley?
FredWeasleyy: ::following her example, he pulls his trousers up and buttons them, not being able to reach his shirt, though, and narrows his eyes.:: ::shrugs:: Well, seeing as you can't wait to run off, there's not really much I can do, is there?
SlytherinBully:::raises an eyebrow. she's trying not to lose it in front of him, and she does her best to keep her voice calm:: ...oh, and I'm just certain that you were looking forward to a good cuddle.
FredWeasleyy: ::he stares at her in disbelief.:: ...something happened here, and, well, excuse me for not thinking we should just part ways and forget it ever happened! ::crosses his arms across his naked chest:: But appearently we don't share that opinion. So. Fine. Go. See if I care. ::looks away, blinking his eyes rapidly. ...those aren't tears, are they..? bloody hell.::
SlytherinBully:::stares at his face, her mouth falling open, pure shock in her eyes, looking as though she's just been slapped:: Weasley, what are you...?
FredWeasleyy: ::gets to his feet and goes over to pick up shirt, then just standing there, his back to her, with the shirt in his hand:: You're right. We should get going. ::turns around to look at her a final time.:: I'll see you around school, I reckon. At least in a week's time. ::turns and starts walking away, pulling his shirt on as he goes.::
SlytherinBully:::wants to just let him go, she might as well, it doesn't matter anyway, but she can't help calling after him, before he gets so far away that she'd have to yell. she, it seems, is rather glued to the spot, at the moment:: ... Weasley!
FredWeasleyy: ::he stops, his shoulders tensing up, not knowing what to expect from this, and slowly turns around.:: ::calls back:: ...yes?
SlytherinBully:::colours darkly, hesitates:: ...you want... want to walk me to my dorm?
FredWeasleyy: ::he blinks at his. he expected...something, not sure what, but not this. shaking it off, he tries grinning at her.:: Why... certainly, my dear. ::waits for her to catch up, walks her back to the school, talking about this and that, NOT about what just happened, though, slowly slipping back into the old role, that of teasing her, although in a goodnatured way.::
SlytherinBully:::doesn't say much on the walk back. smiles obligingly and somewhat sincerely at his jokes, not quite sure how he can talk so easily, so much, right now, when she doesn't want to make a sound in case she says something ridiculous, in case she hasn't snapped out of this sentimental haze yet. something utterly horrible, like 'I'll miss you.' ... she supposes it must take practice. when they reach the Slytherin dorms, her eyes dart around nervously, and when she's sure enough that they aren't being watched, she mumbles something about him enjoying Italy, kisses him on the mouth quickly and shuts herself safely in the common room before she has to hear any disapproving words from paintings or ghosts.