My sweet, Pandora.
Paring: Fred Weasley x Pandora Diggory (Fem! OC)
Type: Enemies to lovers, slowburn.
Warning: none, naked(?
Masterlist.
Word count: 1525
Tags: @slvdsjjk
ii. Quidditch.
“The redheads?” you wondered, “Yeah” answered Cedric, “But aren’t they… a lot?” you question, once again, “Believe, they always make space for one more… three more.” Your father said, and you started your way back to the weasleys. Amos opened the door and the redheads were looking directly at you, you looked at who you thought was Fred, he winked and you just rolled your eyes, “Arthur, our house is cursed, we were wondering if we could stay here with you, only while that problem is solved” Your father said, pleased that his answer was positive, “But of course, come in, come in. They can occupy that bunk, the twins can stay in the sofa, right boys?” Arthur said, with that friendly and kind tone that he used to have, “of course” said the twins at te same time, you couldn’t resist smiling, “You can stay here Pandora.” Said Fred, pointing to a bed up to his, you put your bag un the bed, sit down, planing on resting, but unexpectedly, Fred came along, stood by your bed, and said, “So you couldn’t resist seeing me one more time before the match, if you remember we sat next to each other.” he said in a tone of voice that honestly put you down, you rolled your eyes avoiding smiling at him silly,“A Quidditch match? You and your brother, against me and George?” The boy asked, he seemed to be planning something evil, but you ignored that, “No thanks.” You replied, you just wanted to rest, “Afraid?” He asked, you stared at him, “I never imagined that you were… A coward” he replied to an unspoken question, that made you annoyed, you stared at him, “Your brother accept it” upon hearing those words you got up from bed, took your broom from inside your bag, which had an expander spell, “Prepare to lose, Weasley.” You said, shortly after, the four left the tent and began their way to a field where they could play quietly, without so much noise from the others, George and Cedric, who were walking in front of you, seemed to be having a rather friendly chat, while you were with the redhead a couple of steps behind them, “You’re a bit easy to provoke” said Fred, in his words there seemed to be a double meaning, a bit… Sexual, in addition, the tone and way in which he had said it made you think about this even more, you stared at him, you didn’t plan to separate your gaze from him, challenging him, you replied, “I’m not stupid Weasley, I know your intentions, you’re not the first guy that flirts with me” you said, without fear or dread, “What made you think I’m interested in you, Diggory?” Weasley said in the same tone, you were about to reply “Is this place okay with you?” Your brother asked, “yes…” You answered in a small voice, you took your nimbus 2000 and rose in the air, the game had begun.
The rules were quite simple, the guardians could move and play as chasers, there were no hitters or seekers and whoever scored more times between the two trees that were located in the field would win, on an hour, you set your muggle watch.
The game started, fred was pretty fast, it was hard to keep up with him, but after a while, you were able to take the quaffle out of him a couple of times, and by the time that you were able to steal the quaffle from him, he had already scored 5 times in less than 20 minutes, wow that was good, you couldn’t deny it, however this was not a friendly game, they constantly hit each other, and from time to time Fred would drop comments like “Well done princess” and “not so fast Diggory”. Suddenly the game turned from 4 to 2, George and Cedric had almost no chance, both to score, and to stop the goals.
The look in his eyes was determined, it made you feel a terrible weakness, weakness you didn’t used to feel, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flared, and his mouth slightly open and how he sighed loudly through it made you distract yourself a couple of times, and if that wasn’t enough, the boy was almost drenched in sweat, doing that from time to time he will take his hand to the hair removing it and in action, marking the muscles of his arm, and even worse, his shirt was white and thanks to the sweat it allowed it to be transparent just in the chest area, They hated feeling that way about that boy, he wasn’t that interesting, but being handsome worked in his favor, since from time to time he managed to lose his concentration enough to lose the balance of the broom, you got ready to disappear those wild and hormonal pe damiebtos and you began to put all your attention in that “friendly” game.
After scoring the eighth goal, Fred seemed to take it rather more seriously, the score was 50-80, and they were 15 minutes away from finishing the hour, so, as soon as you finished scoring the goal, Fred took the quaffle and concentrated on scoring another goal, you tried to steal it but somehow, when trying, Fred pushed you, so hard that you not only dropped the ball, but fell hard off the broom, and the thud on the ground resounded.
You noticed the silence that formed between the boys, “Panda!” Said Cedric getting down quickly from his broom, and approached you, “Don’t move her!” Said Fred coming down a little after him, “Where does it hurt?” He said a little dismayed, “the shoulder…” You groaned, “it’s not broken, I just fell” you said, a little defensively; The boy’s dismayed eyes looked intensely sensual, he was worried and that seemed strongly sensual to you, but then, your shoulder hurt so much that you couldn’t allow yourself to notice the brown of her eyes was greenish, and her freckles were even more noticeable, there were thousands on her face, “Cedric, help” you said, without taking your eyes off the boy, “Slow” you said to Cedric as he slowly and gently lifted you up, you were sitting down and you started to get up on your own, the reality is that the pain was momentary, by then, it didn’t hurt anymore, it just bothered, “You sure you’re fine?” George said, “Sure, thanks” you replied, still not looking at Fred, but still looking dismayed.
You were lying alone inside the small room with no doors, just curtains, they were closed, so you didn’t expect anyone to want to come in, but then you heard a voice behind you, someone entering while behind him, he closed the curtain again, “I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t meant to hurt you” Fred said, “Sure, but I still won” you replied with a mocking tone, to which Fred could already answer, “First and last, I assure you” he said, with a certain tone of assurance that made the hairs on your arm stand up a little, “We’ll see about it Weasley, now, you’d better change that dirty shirt” You said as you got up from the bed and stood right in front of Fred, the difference in height was undeniable and in fact remarkable, you had to keep your eyes almost on the edge of your eyelids to be able to look at him, “If that’s what you want my dear…” He said, quietly as he moved closer to you, it made your knees weak, you could feel the heat of his body emanate and how his agitated breathing gently moved your hair, he placed his long and thin fingers on the edge of his shirt and then slowly raising it, you couldn’t help but divert your gaze to his abs, which were sufficiently marked, you noticed a path of red hair, which ran from the navel and was lost inside his pants, you wanted to see how far they continued, he continued like this until I took it off entirely, you couldn’t help but stare at his arms and on your chest, on which a lot of orange moles were drawn, there weren’t any words that either of them could utter.
But something in you was suddenly born “put it back on, we could be seen!” you gasped, “So what you’re worried about is that they see us, not that I’m naked”, replied the boy, then, surprisingly, your brother opened the curtain, revealing the uncomfortable and heated situation, you didn’t know what to say, you weren’t able to utter a single sentence, and quickly Free began to dance foolishly, they both stared at him, he finished dancing, he bowed and said, “I just wanted to show you my… Dance” he said and left, the situation had become even more awkward after that; “What the bloody hell just happened?” your brother said, “I have no idea” you answered and quickly left the cubicle, heated, you left the house and ran into, again, Fred, who this time already had a shirt.
