My Father's Legacy - Fred Weasley 18+

Ellen and Fred's breaths were still ragged from their shared intimacy, their bodies flushed and warm, their fingers still intertwined as they silently lingered in the doorway of the library. The air between them shimmered with a mixture of passion and something darker, an unspoken acknowledgment of the depths they'd just explored. Fred's eyes remained fixed on her, a possessiveness flickering behind his gaze—intense, almost intoxicating. His fingers tightened around her hand, a silent promise of devotion, as if he couldn't bear to let go.

Slowly, Fred reached up and whispered the incantation to undo the muffliato spell he had cast earlier. The silence in the library dissolved, and the spell's barrier lifted with a faint shimmer. Together, they stepped out into the corridor, the dim light casting long shadows around them as they moved.

Their footsteps were soft but purposeful—each movement charged with lingering desire and a hazy sense of euphoria. Ellen's cheeks still held a faint pink blush, her eyes shining with a daring glint that made Fred's heart pound harder. He was captivated—addicted—to her, to whatever mysterious pull she now exerted over him. It was as if her very essence had awakened something wild and daring within him, a darkness he had never known he possessed, now awakened and eager to be explored.

As they strolled down the corridor, the silence stretched between them, thick and electric. Their shoulders brushed, and Fred's gaze flicked to her with an almost reckless hunger. The way she looked at him—smoldering, sultry—sent a shiver down his spine. Her expression was a slow, tantalizing smirk that made his knees feel weak, her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and desire. It was a look that dared him to follow her into whatever new territory she was now willing to explore.

Without a word, Fred's hand found her waist, pulling her closer as he guided her into the living room. The familiarity of the space was a stark contrast to the tempest raging inside him. He loved her—more fiercely than he could articulate—and the shadows of her newfound darkness beckoned him like a forbidden fruit.

They entered to find Draco sitting peacefully on a plush lounge chair, his gaze buried in a thick leather-bound book filled with sigils, symbols, and their ancient histories. His brow was furrowed in concentration, the glow of the candlelight flickering over the script as he traced the faded runes with his finger, lost in thought.

Fred and Ellen paused in the doorway, their presence almost predatory in the charged atmosphere. Ellen exchanged a look with Fred—a moment of unspoken understanding that sent a ripple of heat between them. His eyes, dark and possessive, lingered on her, a silent vow, "don't look at me like that".

She met his gaze with a slow, sultry smile, her lips parting just enough to tempt him further. She tilted her head slightly, the daring glint in her eyes making Fred's pulse race as if she'd cast a spell on him all over again.

Fred's hand squeezed hers once more, a silent affirmation. With a gentle tug, he drew her in closer, her body almost pressed against his. The air grew heavy with anticipation as they loitered at the threshold—close enough to touch but still caught in a web of tension and longing. Their faces were nearly inches apart now, the heat of their shared desire palpable, the unspoken promise of more lingering in the space between them.

Ellen's gaze turned languid and inviting, her expression a perfect blend of seduction and daring. Her lips curled into a sultry smirk that made Fred's knees wobble, the magnetism in her eyes pulling him like a moth to a flame. He followed her instinctively, a lost puppy drawn into her orbit, as she gracefully crossed the room with a slow, deliberate sway.

His heart hammered in his chest as he watched her move—every step a dance of confidence, every glance an invitation. God, he loved her—more than words could ever say. And in that moment, standing on the edge of her daring darkness, Fred felt an almost reckless pride—he was utterly captivated by her, completely under her spell. And he would follow her anywhere.