My Father's Legacy - Fred Weasley 18+

TW: smut-ish

The grand hall of Hogwarts was transformed into a breathtaking winter wonderland, the shimmering lights twinkling like stars above the students dressed in their finest robes. Ellen gazed around with a mix of excitement and nostalgia, taking in the scene—the beautiful decorations, the joyous laughter of students, and the enchanting atmosphere that enveloped the night. She wore a flowing deep blue gown, her hair elegantly styled for the occasion. She felt both a sense of pride and connectedness to her students, who were dancing and laughing under the glittering chandeliers. But tonight, her thoughts wandered back to Sterling.

The past two weeks with him had opened her up in ways she'd never anticipated. He had introduced her to a world of intimacy and pleasure, making her feel comfortable within her own skin. The way he had taken the time to explore her, to learn what made her feel good, had deepened her desire for him. She couldn't help but grin as she recalled their secret encounters—his patience, his playful teasing, and the way he had coaxed pleasure out of her with such tenderness. She longed for more—a connection that moved beyond the physical.

"Hey, Lil!" a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

It was Fred, his trademark grin plastered across his face as he approached. "You look beautiful! But tell me, have you noticed that Slytherins have a real talent for stepping on toes? Or is it just me?"

Ellen laughed, shaking her head as she glanced toward a nearby group of students—three first-year Slytherins were engaged in a mild scuffle, their feet entangled on the dance floor. "It's not just you; those poor first years clearly need some serious dancing lessons," she replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Fred raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Not exactly a promising future for them, is it? Someone should give a little class on etiquette—maybe even charge a fee. I could call it 'Fred's Guide to Not Tripping Over Your Own Feet.'"

"Perhaps you should co-host with Blaise. His experience in pratfalls might add value," Ellen quipped, enjoying their playful banter.

"Oh, cheeky! But seriously, I'm glad to see you making the most of this night. You deserve it—although I can't help but wonder what Sterling's up to while we're busy sorting out first-year drama," Fred said, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd.

Ellen's heart fluttered as images of Sterling flooded her mind. Lost in their passionate encounters, she had become intimately aware of her pleasure, and there was a burning desire within her to explore that even further.

As the final song of the evening began, they returned to dispersing the enthused but tangled masses of students, laughter ringing out amidst the chaos.

After the dance ended, the professors convened in the staffroom, enjoying light drinks and banter. Ellen settled comfortably beside Sterling, their fingers brushing in a way that ignited warmth in her belly. The muted sounds of laughter echoed around them, contrasting with the cozy atmosphere.

"Hagrid's stories seem longer with each drink," Neville chuckled as he refilled his cup.

"Or maybe just more nonsensical," Ellen joked back, exchanging glances filled with warmth with Sterling, whose presence beside her added an intoxicating layer to her evening.

As the night wore on, the teachers shared lighthearted anecdotes, but soon enough, it became evident that their energy was waning. Seeing the fatigue in McGonagall's eyes, they all decided to retire for the night.

"Fancy a nightcap at my quarters?" Sterling asked, lacing his fingers through hers as they made their way out.

Ellen felt a thrill run through her, her heart racing at the thought of them alone together. "Absolutely," she replied, excitement bubbling within her.

Once inside his cozy quarters, they poured themselves a drink before setting up a game of wizard's chess. The pieces darted across the board, creating a lively scene of strategic chaos. Each move was punctuated with laughter and playful taunts—something about their competitive spirits ignited a spark between them.

"Are you sure you're not using your DADA skills to cheat?" he teased as she manipulated her knight into a surprising position.

"Just because you've been having your way with me doesn't mean I can't have my own strategies," Ellen shot back, her eyes gleaming.

They played late into the night, the atmosphere thick with flirtation and growing intimacy. In between the chess moves, she'd lean in closer, stealing quick kisses that left them both breathless, foreshadowing the growing desire that sizzled under the surface.

As the evening stretched into the early hours, bedtime became evident. Ellen stood to make her way back, feeling a wave of contentment wash over her. She turned to Sterling, who was leaning against the table with that irresistible smile on his face, the soft glow of the lamp casting an inviting warmth over his features.

"El," he said, his voice low and inviting. "You don't have to go just yet. Stay with me."

Her heart fluttered at the suggestion, a delightful warmth filling her cheeks. "But I don't have anything to sleep in," she replied, suddenly aware of her attire—just a fitted dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

"Here," he said, moving towards his bedroom and retrieving a simple white shirt. The fabric looked soft and well-loved, an article that spoke of fleeting moments and comfort. He tossed it gently in her direction, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "This should fit. Trust me, you'll look fantastic."

Ellen caught the shirt, her cheeks blooming a deeper shade of pink. The thought of wearing one of his shirts both thrilled and embarrassed her a little. She glanced up to see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and she couldn't help but smile back, knowing how much he would relish the sight of her in his clothing.

"Alright, I'll be right back," she said, retreating to the bathroom to change. The moment alone gave her a chance to gather her thoughts. She slipped out of her dress and into the shirt, feeling the fabric envelop her like a warm hug. It was oversized, falling just below her thighs, and she couldn't hold back a laugh as she examined her appearance in the mirror.

As she walked back into the room, she caught Sterling's eyes widening slightly, the way they traced over her legs and then up to her face. "Wow," he breathed, his voice thickening with desire. "You look stunning." The effect was immediate—Ellen felt a rush of confidence, knowing she'd turned him on with just a simple shirt.

"Thanks," she replied coyly, biting her lip as she took in the way he looked at her. There was longing and admiration in his gaze, a cocktail that left her feeling cherished and desirable.

"Come here," he beckoned her softly, opening his arms invitingly. She stepped into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiate from him. They sank into the soft bedding together, the world beyond fading as they cuddled closer.

As their lips brushed together in a tender kiss, Ellen revelled in the affection he lavished on her. She loved how natural it felt between them, how safe she felt tucked in his arms. His hands found her waist, drawing her closer until they were nestled against each other, heartbeats synchronised in the quiet of the room.

Sterling breathed her in—each kiss igniting a flame inside him. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a physical attraction; it was a connection that felt deeper. Feeling her warm body pressed against his, the way the shirt accentuated her curves, stirred a possessive desire within him. He wanted to know every part of her.

As they settled into each other, Ellen nestled her head against his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath. In this moment, she felt safe—wrapped in his warmth, with the world outside their bubble forgotten. As she lay there, cradled in Sterling's embrace, they exchanged soft kisses and whispered words that faded into the hush of the night. With each gentle touch, she felt the unspoken promise of what was to come. Ellen closed her eyes, letting the soothing warmth of his body lull her to sleep. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about how far they had come together and how much he cared for her. With those comforting thoughts swirling in his mind, he finally succumbed to fatigue, allowing the warmth of her presence to wash over him as they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.