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The Last Night	By : Her-Royal-Crayness Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Last Night
- 1
It had been the morning of the Final Battle; Melodey knew this because Lord Voldemort had commanded all of his followers to arrive at Hogsmade and Hogwarts, and Melodey had joined the Death Eaters out of sheer fear. Just like he had done to Draco, the Dark Lord had threatened with killing off her parents if she didn't join him, if she did join him, he would restore her family's honor.
So she accepted and had taken the mark, but she was not this person they wanted to turn her into nor would she ever be. But she played her cards well, since her sixth year she had been passing information to the so called Order of the Phoenix. She was a turn coat and if caught she knew the penalty was death, so she was careful and used the only means of communication the Dark lord had not taken over to pass by unnoticed by it: Patronus messages.
But that day she needed to deliver her message in person, no silly silver weasel could pass on the message as she wanted it to be delivered. It had taken two quick Apparitions. One to the Burrow and the other to the dust and moth covered back room of the Weasley twins' shop.
"I know you've got the message and I'm telling you right now weasel if you go anywhere near the castle, I will make sure you never have kids and I will make sure of it in the most painful of ways." She threatened.
"Nice to see you too love." He had smiled and wrapped his arms around her middle.
"Fred Weasley, I mean it, don't you dare play games with me. I do not want you anywhere near the castle when the fight begins. Promise me you will stay away." She begged. Bluer orbs shone with unshed tears that threatened to be shed.
Fred had cupped her face with one hand and twined his fingers in her hair with the other. "Melodey, you and I know that is something I cannot promise you." He said.
"No Fred! Promise me you won't go, I have this horrible feeling!" she gasped for breath, the tears she had never shed before poured from her eyes and tainted her pale cheeks.
He frowned and cupped her face with his two hands. "Shh, love no, don't cry." he pleaded.
"Then tell me you won't join in on the fight!" she pleaded.
"Melodey you know very well that I cannot, my whole family will be there, but most importantly you will be there."
Melodey shook her head. "Fred, you and I know that I, unlike you, don't really have a choice in the matter." she reminded. "If I'm not there the Dark Lord will come for me and find me and make me watch as he kill or tortures my parents, or worse, make them watch as he does the same to me!"
"Well then we need a compromise." Fred suggested.
Melodey drew her wand. "No, we don't need that, you either stay here and promise, no you will swear to me that you will not set foot on the battle field at Hogwarts or I will hex you to look like your mum like I did on my first year, send you to my Manor, lock you up in my dungeons and Imperio you to stay there until everything is over." she threatened.
"Fine." he said suddenly after a long minute of silence.
She blinked. "Fine?" she asked in surprise. "As in, you won't go?" she asked hopeful.
Fred nodded. "On one condition." he said rising on finger.
"Anything." she promised.
"You stay with me, because I will not, cannot bear to be kept safe, while you are out there risking your life." he said taking her hand in his.
"Where will we stay?" she asked.
"Here if we have too." he smiled and brushed his knuckles on her cheek. His large brown eyes boring into her blue and she appeared to be drowning in them. There was something in his eyes that appeared to hold a strange dark glow, the contours of his face stern but beautiful.
"You'll leave me, and if you don't and anything happens to you family, you'll hate me for it." she said, her voice broke two times in the sentence.
The tall male ginger remained silent, and Melodey took that as confirmation.
"Go then, go." she said turning away from him.
"Melodey, please don't do this." he pleaded.
"You made your choice Fred." she said coldly, but her voice broke none the less. "And this is me letting you go through with them."
He moved forward to grab her arm, but she pulled it away. Turning to face him she spoke again. "No Fred, please, just... don't make this any harder than what it already is." she begged, once again tears burned her eyes.
He ignored her plea and moved forward again and captured her in an embrace. An embrace that knocked the strength out of her and made her knees buckle under her, dropping them both to the floor.
Melodey's breath caught in her throat at the feel of her being in his arms like this. She writhed in his arms trying to rise to her feet, but he tugged her closer and took her head in his hands. His mouth was so close, his exhalations like steam against her lips.
"Please Fred..." she begged again, crying this time.
"I'll come back to you Melodey, I promise."
"You won't, I can feel it."
"I have too." he said. "Because when all this is over I intend to marry you."
Melodey froze and for a moment she forgot to breath. She chocked on a cry once she remembered to use her lungs and she shook her head. "I have nothing to offer you Fred, I'm bad for you, bad for your family." she said finally. "I'll only put you in danger, I can offer nothing else... Nothing." Her ears and mind must be playing a trick on her, because this was hurting too much and it was too good, too dangerous, to be true.
"You have yourself to offer, your heart, and you must know by now that to me that is all I will ever ask of you." he said through a thrill of anxiousness after he had moistened his dry lips.
"You don't know me. You think you do, but you don't. The things I've done, the things I'm capable of- you and your family, all you know of life comes from the microscopic hardships you've gone through compared to mine. If you understood anything-" she shook her head again, slower this time. Her eyes closed as she tried even harder now to keep the treacherous tears at bay.
"Make me understand. Tell me what is so terrible that you must keep pushing me away every time things start looking good for us."
"How is going into battle and facing imminent death looking good for us? If the Dark Lord prevails you and your family will be put to death is you have not yet been dealt with in the battle field, and If Potter manages to beat him I will be sent to spend the rest of my miserable life in Azkaban along with the rest of my family.
"Don't think that way Melodey." Fred said urgently forcing her to look at him again. "When this battle is over, when Harry beats Vo-"
"Don't say his name." she warned.
He looked into her eyes. "When Harry beats the You-Know-Who, I'll come back to you, because I have every intention of marrying you." he told her. "I don't care if you father uses the cruciatus curse on me and tries to make me change my mind, If my family, the ministry tries to take you away I'll risk everything I am and own to be with you. And I'll risk it, because there's nothing more that I want than to be with you."
Melodey turned her face to the side and took in a ragged breath. Her hands came to grab at the cuffs of his jacket and looked up into his eyes. "Marry me right now then." she said. "Swear yourself to me, and I'll let you go. Do that for me and I will tell you everything you want, I'll divulge anything you want to know." she swore. "Do so and I will set my cards down and let fate take its toll on us."
"No, Melodey, not like this." he said looking down at her. Melodey's lip quivered.
"Then stop torturing the both of us," she said unsteadily. "Leave me, or let me go."
He remained silent. "Melodey..." he sighed. "Love, I know what you're trying to do here, I've known you for far too long to fall for it." he told her.
She closed her eyes and choked back a sob. Her hands, one went to grip his shoulder and the other laced itself in his hair. "Stay with me then, just for a few hours, but stay, then we can do what we need to do." she promised.
"Melodey-"
"Please." she sobbed.
"Love, please not like this..."
"It's all I ask... just this morning, nothing else." she begged, already both were trying to close the distance between them.
"I can't," he snapped. "I can't, damn you." And before she could make a sound, he kissed her.
They each took in a sharp intake of breath.
Fred noticed that she tasted like cherries, she always had, just like she had always smelled like a citrus or a tropical flower of sorts, but there was always one other sent he finally recognized and felt silly for not identifying the sent sooner, it was mint. But this kiss, it tasted not only of her, but of her tears. And it pained him to think that this might be one of the last kisses he might ever give her, because surely one of them would not make it back to the other once the fighting is over.
Melodey on the other hand tried to embed every detail of his person on to her brain, because something told her that she might not get to see him for a long time. He tasted like coffee, she mentally chuckled. Of course he would, she had appareated him from his house while he was drinking a freshly brewed cup of it. She had after all just apparated in on him, grabbed the collar of his jacket and then apparated away, surely Mrs. Weasley was worried sick at the moment. Her nostrils were filled with the fragrance that was intoxicating her, musk and cinnamon, it yelled out his name.
Her heart thundered and she gasped suddenly when his cool tongue ran over her lower lip, she opened to him with a low, despairing moan. He took advantage of this and darted it inside her mouth, their tongues then fought for dominance, but eventually she let him win and she made record of it in her brain that this had been the first time she had let him do so.
His mouth shaped to hers with primitive hunger, his tongue stabbing deep, searching hungrily. They knelt together more tightly and Melodey wrapped herself to him to press her chest against his.
The desire flared so high and wild, leaving no room for sanity that it took Melodey a few moments to realize she was no longer sitting on her knees but lying with her back on the cold hard floor of the room, both her hands tangled in his hair. He was lying almost on top of her, one of his knees between her legs the other at her side, one of his hands gripped her hip tightly while the other held him up as it rested beside her face.
His mouth searched her throat, and her head tipped back to give him free access. He found the throb of her pulse, his tongue stroking the vulnerable spot until she gasped. He felt her tremble and tried to pull away, but then she made the most beautiful sound. A soft whimpering moan escaped her soft lips which were already beginning to swell. And that was all it took for Fred's will to crumble into non existence.
He brought his lips down to hers one more time then gave her one last chaste kiss before his lips darter to her jaw and kissed his way to the hallow between her ear and jaw and deliberately racked his front teeth on the sensitive flesh he had assaulted only a minute prior. Again she made the most delicious sound. A soft moan, that though it remained faintly muted by as gasp she took first, it was plainly louder than her last.
Suddenly it appeared that his hands had a mind of their own. The hand that griped at her hip moved its way up. Tracing over her soft curves till it came to cup her right breast causing her to gasp again and then arched her back slightly at the touch. Fred was all she had ever wanted, all Melodey would ever need.
Their minds became fogged up in a haze of sudden want, and desperate need. Melodey's hands moved from his head to his neck and over his shoulder till it found the buttons of his shirt and she began to undo them. Her fingers trembled as she did so, making it more of a task for her, and Fred knew he should have helped. But he couldn't he felt mesmerized by the fact that her elegant fingers were picking at the buttons of his shirt.
The moment the shirt was opened her hands traced the contours of his chest, her palms gently dusting over the skin of his torso, Fred's lips seemed to be once again locked to Melodey's, his hands already working on the knot that held her cloak to her and shoved it of her shoulders.
Melodey had never been one to shy her figure under anything, so when he saw the expose flesh of her shoulders and neck he couldn't help but smirk. She looked absolutely gorgeous beneath him. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her collar bone and left a trail to her shoulder.
While doing so the need to be closer to her drove Fred to push the soft fabric of her dress further down her body, exposing the milky skin of her stomach. The exposed flesh was so soft and inviting; he couldn't help but pull back from her. The moment he sat back, he tapped his wand to her dress and removed it from her person, leaving her on the floor over her cloak, her pink bra exposed.
If Fred thought she was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to the scene in front of him at the moment. The pink bra, in his mind, would have been uncharacteristic for Melodey, but seeing it with his own eyes made him shift involuntarily. Now he was certain the seam of his trousers were about to castrate him, there was so little room.
Melodey blinked, something about him just staring at her without moving to do anything or say anything created a small wave of self-consciousness to roll through her, but the moment her arms moved to cover her chest, Fred regained his composure.
"You're beautiful, Melodey." he said and to prove his point ran his hand from her waist, and up her stomach until his hand rested in the valley of her breasts, directly over her heart. It was hammering beneath his palm, with excitement, fear, both perhaps. Fred wasn't sure and Melodey would never admit to either. It just reminded him that she was there, with him.
Melodey furrowed her brow and searched his face for signs that he was lying or placating her. Fred smirked; of course the woman would want proof for his words. Melodey was overly aware of her beauty, and knew the effects it had on people, and now she knew effects it had on him. But right now she didn't know just how enchanting she really was. In order to back up his words, Fred leaned forward, kissing the scar that ran just above the waistband of her knickers.
"I remember that one." Fred said and gave it another kiss, and with a second's pause he parted his lips ever so slightly he grazed his teeth over it, drawing out another gasp from the witch beneath him.
"Who could forget it, it's your fault I got It." she reminded, her hands going back to thread themselves in his hair, her own hands coming across a small scar on the back of his head.
"I also remember that one, who knew books could be so dangerous?" Fred asked with a smirk and brushed his thumb across the small peak of flesh that pushed against the lace of her bra. Melodey's bottom lip quivered as her nails scratched against his scalp.
"That uniform you wore back at school, it was far too modest for you." He said and then bent down to nibble gently at her lone and exposed nipple, his hips rocked against hers and a moan of sheer pleasure escaped her lips.
Pulling the white lace under the swell of her breast he ran his tongue around the pink skin of her nipple before enclosing his lips around it completely. His body tensed as she cried out, her hands gripping at his hair in ecstasy.
"F-F-Fred." She stuttered out his name, her hips rising from the ground as she writhed under his lips. The way her voice called his name and her tongue and lips worked together to form the word. Fred had thought about her doing so often, but he'd never done her justice. It was nearly enough to make him come. The way her lips wrapped around the syllable, elongating it and teasing it before she released it. No woman had ever done that before.
While moving to the neglected breast, his free hand moved down over her stomach to the hem of her knickers. His fingers fumbled with the fabric as she lifted her hips to give him easier access. They only managed to pull her knickers halfway down her thighs before his fingers slid to her heat.
Her body tensed the moment the tips of his fingers slid between her folds and found the bundle of nerves. He froze, un-moving as he waited for her to relax, but it never came. Lifting his head slowly as her hands slid to his shoulders they cough each other's eyes. Melodey's were wide with excitement, but there was something more in the deep blue of her eyes. Something saying what he'd always suspected but never given much thought to.
"You've never done this before, have you?" he asked in the most soothing tone, his heart was almost beating out of his chest. It didn't seem right, to do this right now, without knowing if they would ever see the other again.
She shook her head and Fred sighed then tried to pull away only to have Melodey's grip tighten over his being. "No please, don't." she begged, again her eyes swam in hurt and it was clear that she really needed this to happen. "Please, I'm begging… Just this one time, that's all I ask… nothing else…. Just this once and I promise I'll let you go…. I just rea-"
She was successfully quieted by the feel of Fred's tongue being pushed into her mouth and began a passionate dance with hers in the most delicious of kisses. She relaxed almost immediately so he let one of his hands move to her exposed chest again. He teased and tweaked, until she finally let go, and began to respond naturally. Letting hands wander, theirs ventured back to where they had been only a minute prior. Melodey tensed when his hand came to cup her, a single finger parting her folds, and Fred waited for her to relax again.
Once that was accomplished he slid his fingers inside of her. Her legs fell apart in response, Fred couldn't be certain she was aware of it. Her body writhed against the hand, her hips lifting off the floor pushing the two fingers deeper inside of her. She was so tight it surprised Fred he could move his two digits so smoothly from inside her. She lifted her head and pulled his face back to hers to kiss him. Her sudden gasp made the both of their bodies go rigid against the other.
Apparently Melodey had moved a bit too much and had caused his fingernails to scratch slightly at her inner walls. He kissed her neck and hated himself for that slight twinge of pain in her eyes; for it was obvious he had been the cause of it. Frowning she made him look back at her and nodded for him to keep going. Her eyes fluttered closed and her body shuddered and twisted as his skilled thumb worked her clit.
She was beautiful like this - slightly out of control and euphoric. Her hair was fanned out around her like a halo and her bottom lip was held firmly between her teeth as she let out the occasional moan, only released as she sucked in bursts of breath. A small sheen of sweat coating her forehead and the curve of her neck.
Fred kissed her once last time before his lips descended to the hollow of her neck, his tongue flicking at a bead of sweat. Melodey licked her lips, something about what he had just done made another wave of pleasure course through her veins and made her curl her toes. Leaving a trail of butterfly kisses he made his way to the valley between her breast, pausing momentarily to pay some worship to the two mounds of sensitive flesh and taunted peaks.
A soft moan crawled from the back of Melody's throat and escaped her lips, her back arching slightly, pressing more of her chest into Fred's teasing lips.
Gracing each nipple with his teeth he continued to his destination, kissing and nibbling his way downward. He softly traced his nose around her bellybutton, and slowly ran his tongue on soft seductive patterns over he navel. Melodey gasped out something, paying it no attention Fred dipped his head lower to where his fingers were still hard at work.
Melodey gasped at the feel of his cool tongue flicking over her swollen bud. Using the elbow of his occupied hand he worked one of her thighs over his shoulder before pulling his hand back and using the other to pull her free leg above his left shoulder as well. His hands gripped at her legs tightly as his nose was filled with the intoxicating smell of her sex.
The aroma had no description but mouthwatering. he licked his lips and trailed kisses up and down the inside of Melodey's legs, occasionally taking a deliberate nibble at the soft silk like and pale flesh. He took his time in turning his lips to the designated area, lips parting silky hairs of her sex before his tongue spread her lips apart, causing Melodey's breath to hitch in her throat.
In slow but skilled movements Fred's tongue moved over Melodey. There were seconds in which he would deliberately dip his tongue deep into her core, causing her to arch under him, cry out his name or even to give a pleasured whimpering mewl.
Melodey felt something inside her tense in anticipation, like coil waiting to spring. "You're so close, I can feel it." Fred muttered against her core, sending chills up her spine. Fred brought in a finger to her core and inserted it deep inside her, once again her inner muscles tightened around the digit, rejecting the intrusion. But this time Melodey relaxed against the finger and allowed Fred to bring her even more pleasure.
He kept his finger pumping in and out of her at the same rhythm her heart was beating, her chest rose and fell with each labored breath she took. Fred's tongue rapidly flicked over her abused clit, a second finger pushed inside her.
This is when Melodey finally reached her first climax of the night. Her eyes flickered open with surprise before she lost herself in the moment completely, moaning loudly and arching her back, her toes curling as her legs came up slightly and tightened around his wrist slowing his ministrations of prolonging her high. There were no words for the way she looked in that moment. Even Fred couldn't explain the magic of seeing such pleasure crossing her features.
Once she had once again relaxed and had come down from her euphoric high Melodey took initiative licking the damp skin on the curve of his neck, making Fred shudder. He didn't noticed the disappearance of her hands until they were on the buttons of his trousers, popping them open and releasing him from the prison he'd been suffering in. Her thumb brushed the head of his rod as she slid the pants and boxers down. The sensation was so unexpected he thrust into her hand, then offered her an apologetic smile.
A confident smirk stretched her lips a look of power behind her eyes, a look Fred knew only too well, as she gave him her undivided attention. Pulling him down to her and then laying him beside her she began to explore. Her fingers traveled along the length of his cock, making poor Fred hiss out expletives like they were chocolate frogs. Letting her experiment, he shuddered under her small hands and guided her when she needed it.
She suddenly pushed his hand away, and before Fred could make eye contact with her to ask what was wrong, a cool tongue circled his head and ran the length of his throbbing cock. His head snapped back and hit the hard wooden floor beneath.
Her warm mouth suddenly enveloped his whole head, teeth gracing the tip as her tongue flickered and played with the small slit, much like he had done before. One hand was still wrapped around his shaft, the other went to gently cup his sack and began to caress them at the same time Melodey's lips began to slide down on him.
He couldn't help himself and thrust deep into her mouth, making her bag a bit, the sensation of her throat contracting around his dick made his growl in approval. And it didn't go unnoticed by Melodey. While she knew she might not be able to take much of him inside her she took as much as she could inside of her mouth and when she felt the head of his cock grace the back of her throat she hummed. Fred swore he could have come right then and there and it took every ounce of will power he had not to do so.
The anticipation built inside like an impending explosion. Sensing this she moved both hands to his hips as her mouth was left to do all the work, she slow and gentle, but built speed until she was certain he wouldn't be able to contain it. He gripped the back of her head effectively stopping her. Looking up at him she spoke. "D-did I do something wrong?" she asked, a look of concern clouding her lust filled eyes.
Fred stopping her had made her doubt herself. While he knew there was a part of her that was aware the noises she'd elicited from him meant he'd enjoyed it, there was still a part of her that went back to their Hogwarts days before they had become a couple: she was unsure of herself when it came to him.
He shook his head and kissed her softly. "No, you were doing everything right." He said. "Too right if you ask me." He added with a faint smirk. They kissed again pulling away for a brief moment while they removed the rest of their clothing. Placing her hand on his shoulders Melodey pulled his head down to hers and kissed him like she had never done so before. It was a kiss filled with possession and confidence, and as her chest pressed against his.
Her smile was radiant when they finally pulled apart for breath, she nodded.
Lifting her up by her thighs he made sure she was in the most comfortable position, then ever so slowly and gently he settled between her legs. Their bodies burned with need as his rod ran against her folds. Both were panting heavily when his lips moved to her shoulder.
In one last, and only, act of chivalry, he pulled his head back and found her eyes, asking wordlessly if she was sure. She nodded only once before her face buried itself in the crook of his neck, her hands gripping at his shoulders. He moved his hand down to his length, guiding it toward the slick wetness of her and took a breath. In one quick thrust he was inside her.
She cried out in pain and bit down on the skin over his shoulder blade, drawing blood. Tears sipped down her eyes and Fred kissed her temple and whispered sweet words and useless nonsense in her ears. He waited patiently for her to get acclimated to him, for the pain to go away, most importantly for her to tell him she was alright before he tried to do anything else.
She drew in a breath and Fred turned to look at her and watched as her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip and then she nodded. He pulled out slowly before he thrust back in, taking his time in moving as he tried to memorize the tightness of her around the length of him.
Melodey was at a loss to describe the way it felt she felt at a lost with herself, their bodies took control, one of her legs was digging into the floor boards and the other went to wrap itself at his hips. Fred's hand came to hoist her leg around his waist and slowly they set a slow deep pace.
Before Long they were a tangle of limbs and breaths, bodies moving together as sheet of sweat began to cover their skin. It didn't take long for either of to reach their breaking points. It had been so long, but it had been worth every minute of that wait.
Heaven would have a hard time comparing to this. Every moan and groan that escaped his witch's lips seemed to intoxicate him. With a loud cry of unimaginable and intense pleasure Melodey went off the edge first, her back arched off the floor, nails racking down Fred's back before digging themselves at his waist. Her heart hammered in her chest and her lungs burned for oxygen that was there but was unable to reach her lungs in the amounts she required.
If Fred had though she looked beautiful in her first climax, it was nothing compared to how she looked to him right about then. He was pretty sure that the way her inner walls clenched around his shaft and held him tightly inside of her were not the things that had made him fall off the high cloud of ecstasy he was in, but her beauty.
The way her lips parted and had cried his name in a long moan as he brought her up and down from a high only he had ever taken her too. The way her eyes had rolled to the top of her lids before she had pulled her head back and arched against the floor boards.
When Fred finally collapsed beside her, he too was fighting for breath.
She buried her face in his neck as her body draped over his. Fred's hands moved up and down her back in a soothing gesture. He'd been so lost in her, so consumed by her body against his, that he had forgotten to be mindful the closer he grew to climax.
"Did I hurt you?" Fred asked into her hair. One of his hands cupped her head gently, his thumbs running along her hairline.
"No," she sighed, moving so her head was on his chest and she was looking up at him. "If you don't come back to me after this…" she said her hand over his chest, nails tracing patterns over his right breast.
"I'd be a fool not do so." He said kissing the top of her head.
They talked kissed and made more love till Melodey was summoned away. Her only regret was not saying I love you like he had done so. It wasn't that she felt intimidated by the words, they had told them to each other countless times over the last few years. No that wasn't the reason she didn't return the sentiment that day.
It was because it didn't feel right, and in doing so being in the fight with him so close and so far from her would be a million times harder.
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