[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

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Sigrid re-applied a beautiful date makeup, then with a flushed face, she escaped from the dormitory under Susie's meaningful look.

The junior prefect who came out for "night patrol" was pulled into the air by a hand as soon as he walked from the corridor to the stairs.

"Is this Potter's invisibility cloak?" Sigrid asked curiously, looking at Fred's cloak draped over their heads.

"How's it going? Is it convenient?" Fred took a sip from the corner of her mouth, then raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Sigrid raised her hand and touched the texture of the invisibility cloak a few times. It was indeed a very good "heirloom", but it was much easier to use than the invisibility potion, which was cumbersome to make and had unstable effects.

The first time she put on the invisibility cloak, she was still quite novel and nervous. She was afraid that she would be accidentally exposed to the air, so she had to hold Fred's arm and follow his footsteps closely, not to mention feeling guilty... …

Fred, on the other hand, was intoxicated by the soft and comfortable touch on his left arm, which was so pleasant that he didn't hear what Sigrid just said.

"Huh? What did you say?" he asked awkwardly.

"I said, where are we going?" Sigrid repeated speechlessly.

"Eighth floor! Is there a better date spot in school than the Room of Requirement?"

Neither of them spoke in the quiet corridor, fearing to wake up the portraits on the wall or the ghosts floating around.

Finally arriving at the entrance of the Room of Requirement safely, Fred looked at his empty arms and sighed with unfulfilled content.

Sigrid glared at him dissatisfied: "What do you have to sigh about?" She took the risk of running out to celebrate his birthday with him in the middle of the night, and he still sighed? ? ?

"No... let's go in quickly!" he urged, looking away from her breasts as if nothing had happened.

They entered a large, circular bedroom mainly decorated in red and gold. There were several very soft-looking sofas and chairs in the room. A five-poster bed was against the wall of the bedroom, with dark red hangings on the bedposts. The velvet bed curtain makes this room feel warmer and more comfortable.

"Your...bedroom?" Sigrid looked around before asking knowingly.

Fred gave her a slightly disappointed look, as if she couldn't figure out what a huge mistake it was. "Yes, you forgot. Before graduation, I want to leave our memories in every corner of Hogwarts! I went to the greenhouse last time, and this is the only one left."

Well, I was tricked into the dormitory after all.

"Come, let me introduce to you the dormitory where I have lived for seven years!" Fred put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders and couldn't wait to introduce his dormitory to her.

"The door is a little small here. I got hit on the head several times..."

Sigrid pointed to the toilet seat hanging behind the door and was speechless: "I remember you also have this hanging in your bedroom."

The two of them stared at the toilet seat on the door for half a minute before Fred awkwardly explained: "Well...it brings good luck."

A picture formed in Sigrid's mind: her parents, brother, and friends looked at the toilet seat hanging in their home, and turned to her neatly and asked: "Your toilet seat is hung on the door. use?"

Nightmare... She shook her head to shatter the image. She must warn Fred that if he dares to marry her with a toilet seat, they will definitely share a room and sleep together!

Wait, it seems like she is thinking too far... She blushed and looked away from the toilet seat.

Fred quickly turned her shoulder and introduced his dormitory to her: "This is the rest area. We usually play chess and chat here. This couch is so comfortable that I want to move it home. "

"That's the bathroom. It can't even fit a bathtub. The toilet flushes too loudly. When I become Boss Weasley, I will definitely sponsor the Gryffindor lounge and the Quidditch team. ."

"We are in a five-person room. This is Lee Jordan's bed. It's too messy. Don't look at it. You will dirty your eyes." Fred covered her eyes and turned her over.

"The people who live here are..."

Before Fred could say anything, Sigrid said with certainty: "I know, your bed is on the left side of the window, and George's is on the right side."

It's easy to guess. She saw the Chinese Fireball Dragon that she gave to George on his bedside table, as well as a box of Chuibao Super Bubble Gum that he often eats.

Fred saw the Hungarian Treetopsaurus and a Quaffle on Fred's bedside table. Next to the Quaffle stood a photo frame, and it was her inside! ! !

She couldn't help but get closer and pick it up. When had she asked him to take photos?

In the photo, she was wearing a dress and looking at her nails intently. Fred asked her to look up and the camera zoomed in. She completely forgot about managing her expression and raised her head to glare at him angrily.

Damn Fred, he actually took a secret photo of her rolling her eyes. This is so ugly! ! Did he plan to keep this ugly photo to threaten her later?

Without even thinking about it, she took it out from behind the photo frame and prepared to destroy the ugly photos, but Fred stopped her in a hurry.

"Don't--don't--don't tear it up!" Fred snatched the photo with a small tear and held it behind his back.

Sigrid, who couldn't catch him, sat on the bed angrily and glared at him: "You did it on purpose, right? I obviously have so many beautiful photos, but you put this one on the bedside table...all your roommates saw it, I rolled my eyes, so ugly!”

"What's so ugly about you? You're so beautiful that even Lee Jordan said you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen rolling his eyes at!" Fred took out the photo behind him and looked at it again, and then gave it to him with an intoxicated look on his face. It’s a loud “boo~”

Sigrid looked down at her watch speechlessly. The hands showed: 00:36.

"Happy birthday, Fred!" She stood up and walked towards Fred with a sweet smile.

Fred took a step back, as if he thought she had evil intentions and was still thinking of destroying the photos!

"Good night then, see you tomorrow!" Sigrid passed him directly and walked towards the door.

Fred quickly stuffed the photo into his pants pocket and stopped her from behind: "You said you would accompany me tonight!"

"I'm staying with you! Isn't it time?...I'm so sleepy!" She yawned slightly, tugging at her arms.

"No, you sleep here tonight!" Fred directly grabbed her waist and lifted her up.

Sigrid's legs struggled in vain for a few times before being thrown back onto his bed!

"Three years ago, I slept in your dormitory all night, and I asked you to come back to sleep today!" Fred acted rogue. He put an arm across her face and pressed his leg against her knee, making her completely powerless. When you light it up, you can only lie down obediently.

"Good boy, go to sleep! I'll accompany you!" His girlfriend's hair, neck, and fingers all over her body were so fragrant that he didn't know how to hurt her.

Fred pulled the quilt on one side to cover the two of them, kissed the corner of her mouth, and patted her back time and time again to hum a lullaby to her like a mother coaxing her baby.

The strange tone almost made Sigrid fail. She struggled: "How can you sleep with your shoes on!"

"Yes, take them off now!" Fred quickly got up, squatted down and took off her shoes, holding the little foot but reluctant to let go.

They were originally as delicate as petals, but now they were wrapped in black stockings and stretched all the way. This ultimate temptation upwards was like a black enchanting snake spitting out its message and burrowing straight into his heart.

Fred lowered his head to avoid his overly aggressive gaze, following a smooth arc from his toes all the way up.

Sigrid retracted her legs to avoid the abrasive thumbs on her toes: "Why are you so dazed!"

Fred responded, hurriedly letting go of the "Eve's apple" in his hand, kicking off his leather shoes at the speed of light and jumping onto the bed.

After hearing him hum the lullaby again, Sigrid complained: "It's so crowded. Also, you're so heavy, so sleep next to me."

Hearing this, Fred hugged her tighter and muttered in her ear: "I want to stick to you, let you go and run away." His tone was really aggrieved.

Sigrid was really angry and funny about her boyfriend who was occasionally rude, but she was really uncomfortable. Fred kept whispering in her ear, making half of her body feel hot.

"I won't run, really!" she said.

"Sleep, sleep, my little baby~" he sang.

"Hey...then relax your arms." She said again.

"Quiet baby, don't cry anymore~" he sang again.

"Huh~ then move your legs away." She blushed and couldn't bear it any longer. Fred, this bastard, was teasing her.

"I will sing softly until you fall asleep~" He turned a deaf ear.

"Fred Weasley!" She gritted her teeth and simply pushed her knees hard.

"Hiss--" The lullaby finally came to an abrupt end. The singer covered his legs with both hands and curled up in pain.

Sigrid finally sat up without her restraints. She watched Fred's "painful" solo performance with great interest, and was ready to wait for him to give a score after the show.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't get up.

Which book says... It seems to be very fragile there? ? He couldn't really be hurt by her knee, right?

She stopped joking and shook his shoulders guiltily: "Fred, are you okay?"

He was still curled up with his head down, and there were some beads of sweat on his forehead.

Is it serious? She became frightened: "I'm sorry, can you get up? Let's go find Madam Pomfrey."

Madam Pomfrey? Hearing this name, Fred's heart tightened, f-u-c-k, he would rather drop out of school right where he is!

Fred quickly advised: "No, no, I'll just take it easy for a while."

Sigrid asked relentlessly: "Are you really okay?"

"Why don't you help me take a look?" Fred raised his head and asked.

He made Sigrid blush, and her voice became lower and lower as she spoke: "I don't want to look, you can see for yourself. I can't tell whether it's bad or not..."

Sigrid looked really beautiful now, and every strand of her hair was silently tempting him.

So, he asked confidently: "Then you touch it."

Fred's straightforwardness made Sigrid feel at a loss. Although she agreed to accompany him today, she was completely unprepared to have anything to do with him.

She preached seriously: "You can't do this to me before I'm ready."

Fred nodded: "I respect your idea, but I'm ready."

Sigrid was lectured in reverse by Fred. What she said made sense, but she didn't know how to refuse for a while.

----split line----

After the injury was healed, Fred touched his stomach and said, "You didn't prepare a cake for my birthday... I'm hungry..."

Sigrid didn't want to pay attention to him and tilted her head: "You pig, go find food by yourself, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay." Fred looked disappointed, sat up obediently, and watched her leave.

When the door closed, he relaxed and lay down again where Sigrid had lay. The sweet smell was her smell.

I feel so happy, today is worth it.

After cleaning up the messy bed, he stared blankly at the bathroom door. An advertisement appeared in his mind. A cute little boy with a big, round head was clumsily raising his short wings and waving to him.

She was really wronged. Their bathroom was too simple, it only had a shower, which was incomparable with her prefect's bathroom. His eyes were so intense that he seemed to have outlined her perfect body.

Stop it, you can't stand up anymore. He picked up the picture frame on the table and put the photo hidden in his pocket back.

Sigrid really had a big misunderstanding. How could she think that he wanted to take ugly photos of her rolling her eyes?

If she had looked carefully before, she would have discovered that this was a group photo.

And he was the reflection in her eyes.

There were so many people coming and going with their eyes on her, but she would only look at him.

And a line of small words written by myself on the back of the photo.

alwayshave,alwayswill

Love you always, always.