Because Of Snape// Fred Weasley smut
Warnings: Smut and swearing
Word Count: 2200+
Pairing: Fred X Reader
Requested: By 2 anons and @my-unique-mind
Hate colors the soul with the finest of paints. It flows throughout the entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming the focus of the life and the intent of a person. You turn your attention to other matters. For a time you’re driven in other directions, but then the wave of ill thoughts return with a retaliation. He was so annoying, loud, and irrelevant, yet, he made himself seem so important. Once again the soul is colored completely, and all the negative energy that one can muster is thrown into the imagined ill will racing wildly around the mind.
Snape liked Slytherin students more than any other house. But when he began to take a liking to a well behaved Ravenclaw student, it was a surprise. Fred Weasley was sure to make fun of you for it. Always teasing you about how you were in Snape’s good graces and how you slept with your teachers to get to the top. Fred made you so angry, you felt more hatred for him than you felt for Draco Malfoy. Fred thought of making you angry as an art, a subject he always got O’s on. So when you had potions class together at second period, he was sure to make it hell.
Snape left his room for less than a minute and Fred was already starting trouble with you. He was a table ahead and undoubtedly he turned around and started to cause a fuss. Instead of saying some vulgar remarks, he drops a mandragora root into your potion. With a splash, your bright blue potion turned dark purple. You looked up to the two snickering boys.
You wanted to cry. This was a hard potion; it was all going right until he came and messed it up. You glared at Fred madly as George looked at him with a warning stare. George knew better than to mess with a girl that was possibly smarter than Granger herself.
“HOW DARE YOU?” You yelled at him causing half the class to look at you and the other half to chuckle. They already had gotten used to the bickering. “You think this is funny?” you snap. He glares at you with hate in his dull eyes.
“You are an extremely stupid girl. Aren’t you? I’m guessing your mother had it in with Snape?”
Every time he opened his mouth you got angrier. You had to restart the potion before Snape got back or you would lose you status with him. You could not afford to lose a relationship with a guarded teacher that you worked five years to build. You worked harder and faster and managed to catch up to the class. Of course, the Weasel kept talking. “That’s not the right way, you’re supposed to put this before this.” You swallowed your retort and kept going.
“You brain-dead cockroach, I’d like to see you get a grade the way I get an O in this class.” Weasley stood silent, getting an O from Snape was unheard of. You looked at his potion and laughed wildly. “Also, your potion is supposed to be a blue color, not dark brown.” As if Snape read your mind he walked into class declaring that he would check everyone’s potions. Fred frantically looked at his potion and threw stuff in. Snape walked to you first.
“Great Y/L/N, I see you have a talent for making potions!” He walked away quietly turning back into his usual dull attitude. He walked over towards Fred’s cauldron and scolded. He took a little wooden spoon and dumped it into the brown sludge. He brought the spoon back to his nose and smelled it. He dropped it back into the cauldron, a frown took over his features. “Perhaps you could take a few pointers from Ms. Y/L/N,” he moved along. You laughed along with the Slytherin folks who were ready to see any and all Gryffindor’s fail. Weasley, however, was not happy.
After a long boring lecture in class, Snape called you and Fred to his desk where he sat down coolly. While the class got their bags and left, you had to stand inches from Fred. Snape gave you an apologetic look and then glanced at Fred.
“I do feel I have to say my apologies to Ms. Y/L/N,“ He spoke looking at Fred. "But you have been decided to help Mr. Weasley study for potions.” You rubbed your temples and sighed.
“Of course Professor Snape, I guess I could find Weasley some time.” You turned towards Fred, giving a warm Ravenclaw smile. Fred narrowed his eyes at you and replied with a cold thank you.
“Thirty points from Gryffindor! You’re lucky she’s helping you study, you might as well fail now, if not.”
Fred shrugged and walked out of potions class with a huff. You followed close behind him, waiting for him to give you a time to come by and study. Although you hated Fred, you could see how much this was killing him more than you.
“Meet me in front of the Gryffindor common room after classes.” He said sharply. You nodded and walked towards your third class.
As always you went to your next class. That night you wanted to hang out with you friends, but because of Fred, you couldn’t. If Fred improved, all the teachers would hear about it and be highly impressed. You always had to think of your reputation even though you hated most classes, teachers, and kids.
You reached the Gryffindor common room and waited by the painting for Fred to come by. Fred showed up in his sweaty Gryffindor quidditch uniform and made you cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear the passcode. As you walked in, he pulled you up the stairs silently to the rooms.
As a boy, he didn’t attract girls. He was skinny and his cheek bones just gave him a somewhat skeletal look. However, he had muscles from quidditch training and his sense of humor was probably the only reason a girl would like him. But when you looked at him all sweaty, you couldn’t deny the urge to think to yourself he was… well, hot. There was softness in the eyes and gentleness in his smile, but this was hidden deep in your subconscious.
He opened the door and let you walk into his room. You weren’t expecting it to be so tidy, but as expected he had a poster of quidditch teams and some trinkets on the shelves. You walked over to his bed and sat down. You flipped through his last test. You chuckled, Snape didn’t give him much credit, he was quite smart.
“If you’re going to sit there and laugh get out now!” Fred said while looking at you from across the room. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.
“If you sat down and let me tell you what you’re doing wrong maybe I could—”
“I don’t need your help!” He looked at you wildly, walking over to his bed and pushing his book off your lap.
“If you don’t improve, it looks bad on me! I’m staying.” He looked at you from the edge of the bed and scoffed. He couldn’t believe he actually let you even walk through the common room door.
“You’re a know it all bitch, that wants to act all superior to me! Not going to happen.” You glanced at him madly and got up from his bed to leave. You looked at him rashly and smacked him in the chest, he stumbled backward and stared at you with disbelief.
“At least I’m not a trouble making idiot that doesn’t know the difference between wolfsbane and monkshood. I hope your mother is proud of your grades,” You turned to his door and was ready to open it, but you felt a sturdy grip on your wrist and a force turning you around and pulling you into Fred’s chest. He leaned down quickly and caught your lips in a needy kiss. In a second you kissed back, you didn’t know how much you needed him until he had you. He pushed you into the wall and held you there.
He was going to slow, teasing you on purpose. He didn’t want you to get bored, slip away from him. As if under a spell, his gaze was drawn to your lips, parted and full, and the sound of you shallow breathing made him fill up with a fierce longing for you. You kissed him harder, pulling away for a second. He smirked and chuckled darkly.
“You have no power over me,” you hissed. In slow motion, he bent toward you; closing his eyes to caress your mouth with his own.
“You sure about that?” A weak gasp escaped you as his hands slipped up your thighs. The taste of Fred’s soft lips was far more than you bargained for. He let out a raspy groan and with a fierce hold, he cupped the back of your neck and shoved your face into his, gently, possessive in his touch. Your fingers twined in his hair.
Beyond your comprehension, both your bodies melded into each other with an answering groan, and he was shocked when your mouth rivaled his with equal demand. Desire licked through him setting flames afire. You’ve gripped his arms as ran your nails along his arm.
“You look great when you’re mouth is shut and you’re kissing me,” he whispered. He dropped his hold and exhaled, gouging shaky fingers through disheveled hair. In a catch of your breath, he took your mouth by force. A faint moan escaped your lips and all resistance fled. It burned away by the heat of his touch and the warmth of his lips. He was ravenous against the smooth curve of your throat, the soft flesh of your ear. And then in a frantic beat of your heart, he shoved you away. “Get on the bed now.”
You walked over to the bed and sat down willingly. He moved his body over yours, hovering inches above yours. He ground his hips into yours. You moaned out, bucking your hips and begging for more.
“Fred,” You breathed. He pulled off your robe and pulled your hair away from your face. You sat up and reached for your shirt, throwing it off your body. He did the same, you both unbuttoned your undershirts. He pulled down your skirt as you unbuckled his pant belt. He pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you breathlessly and pulled down your panties.
He pushed his lips onto yours again. You laid back down and pulled his body down with you. His hands were warm as they traced down your body and towards your heat. He had shoved two fingers into your core. You arched your back as he fingers moved back and forth. You moaned out his name, bucking against him. He curled his fingers inside you, smirking when you screamed.
His hand covered your mouth
“Do you love being my little slut?” He asked tentatively. Your breaths came out in pants. “Do you want to sit on my face?” he purred. He moved off of you and laid down next to you. He held your waist as you lowered yourself onto him, hissing when his tongue hit your soft skin. He sucked harshly at the sensitive bud of nerves. You knotted your fingers into his soft hair, pulling at it every time he made you climb higher. Without warning he shoved his tongue inside you, groaning when you pulled at his hair to control yourself. You rode his tongue, swiveling your hips to gain the most from the pleasure.
“Fred,” you said weakly. He cocked his head, climbing over you and positioning his member at you. “I’m not done, Y/N. What kind gentleman would I be if I didn’t finish off properly?”
He thrusted into you.
You tossed your head back and whimpered, not expecting him to feel this large inside of you. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but Fred was patient and gentle, kissing your shoulders softly and slowly pushing inside of you until you were ready.
He then began to thrust and quicken his pace. Once he knew you were comfortable, he pushed his full length inside of you. You moaned Fred’s name, encouraging him. There was a sudden urgency in the room—a rising passion. His hands were gripping your waist tightly, holding you in place. His breath was hot on your neck, and his deep moans ringed in my ear.
Heat flashed down your spine, and pleasure pumped through your veins. Fred groaned as you tightened around him, sending him over the edge as well. He released and then collapsed on the cheap mattress beside you. You rolled around to face him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing almost as heavily as you. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and you snuggled up close to him while trying to catch your breath. Fred wrapped his large arms around you and kissed my forehead.
“Should we study the potions now?” His head perked up.
“Of course, darling.”