Author's Notes: I felt like making a sequel to my slightly popular fic, Hold me Tight, Even if it's a Dream, which was removed from for some…odd reason. If you want to read it, it's at, and there is a link on my profile page that will lead you there. This chapter contains a LEMON, (Right off the bat, wow, go me!) IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH TWO MEN GOING AT IT, THEN PLEASE STOP READING RIGHT NOW! I don't want my story removed because someone ignored my warnings. This is an OliverxFred fic, just to let you know ahead of time, and will contain some controversial, or at least, slightly such, subjects that are unique to the Harry Potter world. If you have a problem with MALE PREGNANCY, then PLEASE do not continue reading. Just go on somewhere else and leave my happy little fic alone. One more time: THIS PIECE OF FICTION CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN TWO MALES AND CAN BE CONSTITUTED AS A LEMON! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS SUBJECT! Now that I have most of that out of the way…

Disclaimers: Don't own any of these guys. J.K. Rowling does.

Hope you enjoy it ^_~


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----------------------------------------- = Day(s) Later

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Things had never been better. Oliver and I had shown our love for each other and became one. Yeah, I know it sounds a little weird, but hey, it's completely true.

You're probably thinking, "But you, Fred Weasley! You and Oliver would never be together!"

You just keep thinking that, because it's far from being true. But, none of it ever would have happened if I hadn't been pushed along by my brother, George. I have him to thank completely for it. Granted, he's been a bit of an arse lately, but I still appreciate what he did. My life will never be the same.

Ever since that faithful night when Oliver told me that he loved me, my head's been high in the clouds. I've gotten detention for two weeks because I wasn't listening to Snape in class, and I certainly wasn't about to work on brewing a potion when the idea of Oliver naked kept popping into my head. George kept kicking me to get my attention, but it never worked. I was lost.

I was supposed to meet up with Oliver tonight after detention. I was unlucky, however, because I just sat down to dinner. My detention was right afterward, which meant I had to go to the dungeons to clean cauldrons and scrub floors. The Muggle way, no less. It made me feel like a slave. I only had two more nights, though! Then I'd be finished with it, and life would be blissful again. Well, more so than now, because it meant more time with my sexy little Scottish Keeper.

I never realized just how nicknames I could give him...Especially with all of the different things about him. Heh. Poor Oliver didn't know what he was getting himself into when he began dating a jokester.

Teachers were all still in an uproar about Sirius Black being on the loose, but it didn't bother me. The Dementors, however freaky they were, were not stationed inside the school, so Oliver and I were free to wander wherever we wished to go. And we took full advantage of that.

I had just taken a big bite of my chicken breast when I noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around me. George also popped out of no where and took a seat beside me.

With a voice no louder than a whisper, he leaned in, pointing at the food while he talked so as to distract those around us. "Where's Wood?"

I gave a shrug. To anyone else, it probably just seemed that George wanted my food. He had his answer and I had my pumpkin juice.

"Looks like the lot of you have some studying to do," Hermione said with a smile. "Aren't your O.W.L.'s coming up?"

"We'll do just fine," George said, waving a hand dismissively. I grinned and nodded, though stayed silent.

"Wish I had that kind of confidence," Ron said with a faint frown. "Mum's going to kill you both if you don't get a good enough amount of them, you know."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "No, No. Ickle little Ronnie...See, mum's wrapped around our fingers. She'll accept the fact that George and I don't want to be famous wizards--"

"--Unless it's for jokes!"

I nodded, looking proud. "Yes, unless for our jokes."

Hermione looked almost worried. Ron didn't say anything, but Harry laughed.

"Well, I'll be first in line to buy one of your guys' merchandise. Expect a lot of my galleons to go there."

"Aw, thanks, Harry!" George said. "We appreciate that."

Before I could say anything, Hermione intervened.

"Come on, Harry, Ron. We've got to see if they have any books in the library that we can--"

"No need to say any more, Hermione," Harry said, lifting himself from the table. Hermione and Ron followed suit. "We'll see you guys later."

I waved, as did George. I was just about to say something to him about Oliver when Lee Jordan, a friend of ours, came up. Honestly, was I not allowed to eat in peace? Well, with my brother? Blah, never mind.

"Fancy running into you guys here!" Lee said with a grin. He placed an arm on either side of our shoulders, pulling us in and near his face. "Heard that Alicia Spinnet's still head over heels for you, Fred, even though you left her at the Yule Ball. Of course, I don't think that you should go for her right away--"

"I'm really not interested in snogging Alicia anymore," I said calmly, much to Lee's annoyance. He just rolled his eyes and pulled back.

"George, what're we gonna do with your brother here? I mean, I'm going after Katie, you have Angelina, and it'd only be right that--"

But this time, George came to my defense. "Nah, leave 'im be, Lee. He's not himself lately."

Not a very good defense, but still a defense nonetheless.

Lee took this as a sign to leave, and he did just that. I couldn't help but wonder why he was pushing me to go for Alicia so badly...All I really wanted to tell him was that I already had someone and just thinking of them sent my cheeks aflame. But that wasn't happening any time soon.

I noticed my pumpkin juice was a bit further away than it had been originally, but I didn't really care. I just grabbed it any took a sip. The chicken breast was rather hot and the cool feel of the orange liquid was soothing. If not only for a second or two.

George patted me on the back and I blinked, nearly choking on my food. I glared up at him and he smirked.

"I'm off, meself. Gotta study up for those O.W.L.'s."

I gave him a weird look, swallowing the food in my mouth. "Oh, really? Sure you're not off to go see Angelina?"

"How can I?" he asked, pointing down the table. When I looked, I noticed she was sitting with Katie and a few other Gryffindor girls.

"Er...Nevermind, then." I felt sort of surprised. George was actually going to study?

"Have fun in the dungeons, mate," he said, offering me a wave as he walked off.

Only I knew the dungeons wouldn't be all that fun.


I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach all while I worked. It took me nearly three hours to finish the cauldrons themselves, and scrubbing the floor only took about an hour. But then I guess I had to add another half hour, because Snape made an 'accidental' mess. I kept silent, though, because it meant I had a better chance of getting out faster.

When I had finally gotten out, it was around nine, and I headed straight for the Gryffindor tower. In there I bounded into the bathing facility and took a quick shower, getting all the grime and dirt off of my body. I wanted to be clean for Oliver.

Soon after I popped out, clothed myself and headed for the room that he and I fashioned as ours. Oliver was there, of course, and he was lying on the sofa that he'd transfigured for the both of us. I had a band of sweat formed over my forehead from the jog down the three flights of stairs, but I was okay. Still attractive, I hoped.

He looked up at me with a grin, lovely eyes twinkling. "You're late, Weasley."

"You know I had detention," I replied, catching my breath. He motioned for me to come over to him, and I did so without question. As soon as I made it over to him, Oliver tugged me down onto the sofa and wrapped his arms around me. The scent of fresh-cut grass lingered in my nose and I grinned. "Missed you, too."

He placed a kiss atop my flaming red hair and nuzzled his nose into it. "Did you shower?"

I nodded as best I could. "Yeah, I did. Didn't want to be dirty for you when I arrived."

I looked up just in time to catch the wicked glint in his eyes as he said, "But I like it dirty."

And before I knew it, I was beneath him, his grin shining down on my face. My stomach made a weird sound that probably only I could hear, but it kind of worried me. I threw the thought aside, though, because only one thing was important to me right now.

I was gonna get some tonight!

In a flurry of torn clothes and robes, Oliver and I quickly found ourselves naked. He was kissing along my neck, nipping gently at the still heated skin. My arms instinctively wrapped around his lean, thin body, resting on the small of his back.

Oliver's tongue traveled downward, lashing out against my collarbone. I moaned out softly at first, which only egged him on. There was a brief cold feeling, and I shrugged it off as I felt teeth brush against my chest. He went even further down, arriving at one my already hardening nipples. He took it into his mouth briefly, coating it with whatever saliva he could manage to, only to pull back and blow on it teasingly. Again I felt the partially cold feeling.

I squirmed against the cold, enticing air, throwing my head back. He pinched the other stiff nub rather tightly, which sent both a chill and shock through my system. My hips bucked in response, which he seemed to enjoy. I raked my nails along his back gently.

Oliver made a trail of kisses across my freckled chest as he reached the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other. I expected him to end quickly, but he was sucking it almost greedily. I grinned down at him.


He bit down gently on the darker, excess skin and released it from his mouth. "You have no idea." Then I noticed something flick against his teeth when he spoke.

"Your tongue!" I pointed out.

"What about it?" he asked. The devious smile on his face was arousing.

"Y-You pierced it..."

"I thought you might like it. Did it during the last Hogsmeade trip. A friend of mine, actually, who owed me a favor. It's magically enchanted not to hurt, too. And I don't get a lisp."

"Sexy," I purred.

"Of course."

"I was wondering why you had been--"

Before I could even finish my response, Oliver positioned himself in the center of my chest, letting his tongue come out to play. It left a wet trail as he moved downward, drawing ever closer to my throbbing erection. He stopped at my bellybutton and violated it like no tomorrow, dipping the moist and steamy appendage deep inside. The stud inside it tickled against my skin, making it feel warm and tingly.

It made my stomach twist and tighten some, and I felt almost sick. But I ignored it. He obviously didn't notice it, either.

I watched, completely enthralled, as Oliver continued south. I felt his intentionally cold breath blow over the head, causing an involuntary twitch. I figured he was grinning.

"You're sadistic," I said in a slightly rough voice.

"Do you want me to be?" he said, sounding suddenly serious. I saw his eyes and they locked with mine.

"I want you to do whatever you want to do," I replied, sounding all too obliging. And I was right, he was grinning.

I gasped in surprise as I felt Oliver's tongue slip inside the slit, lapping up any of the pre-come that had managed to slip on through. I tried not to squirm, but found it nearly impossible. Oliver solved the problem for me, however, by reaching up and grabbing ahold of my wrists with his hands. It was surprisingly tight, but didn't hurt. Besides, I was his, and anything he wished to do was my command.

A husky moan escaped me as he engulfed the mushroom shaped head in his mouth. Suckling upon it gently, I felt his tongue running over it, stud and all. I couldn't explain just how it felt. It was beyond amazing. Better than the first time he did this to me. My hips bucked again, wildly this time. Oliver just treated it as a reason to go down further.

The practiced mouth of my team captain slid down my dick, salivating all over it along the way. I cried out in pleasure when he vibrated his tongue against it. I felt the stud smacking madly against my hard-on, and it sent a sensation through my body I hadn't felt before.

Once he'd made it to the shaft, Oliver traveled back upward. But instead of using his tongue, this time he used his teeth.

The perfectly white and straight teeth that Wood had would probably never be imagined in this position. But I surely saw it. And I loved every second of it. He grazed them just perfectly over me, causing me to shudder. I was afraid I'd go into convulsions if I wasn't careful.

That's when I felt his hand grab my scrotum. He began to fondle me, all the while bobbing up and down, speed increasing all the while. He shifted between his tongue and teeth, and my body was nearly shaking. I was close, and I think that he knew it too.

My whole lower half was on fire. I had long ago closed my eyes, and those familiar waves of white were appearing. Yes, I was certainly getting there. I somehow managed to keep my body from jumping up, but that was with the exception of my hips. Each time his tongue lashed out against me, I thrusted into his warm, inviting mouth, crying out for more.

I felt wave after wave of pleasure splash over me, sending me closer and closer to the edge. I finally couldn't hold it back any longer. My whole body seized, all the power surging through my throbbing erection. I released with no more than a few grunts and moans, and Oliver swallowed down every last bit of it. My chest was flushed red and heaving, but that didn't stop him. Oliver took himself off of my softening appendage and kissed back up my chest, only to brush some of my sweat-matted hair from my eyes.

The first thing I saw was him grinning down at me, and then our lips met. It felt weird as his tongue invaded my mouth. It had the distinct taste of...well, me on it, and tasting myself had never been an experience I had before. Plus, the stud was awfully fun to play with. He giggled into my mouth as we began to position ourselves for the next part.

Oliver pulled back reluctantly, his face hovering from mine for a few moments. His cheeks were pink. "Now comes the second half..."

I parted my legs just enough for him to slip between them. It was a bit uncomfortable, and the odd sensation in my stomach was moving down to the area right below my bellybutton. I didn't want him to stop, so I said nothing of it.

He reached for his wand and muttered a spell. Soon enough his dick was covered in a lubricant, which stayed magically attached to him, not dripping down to the sofa. I stared into his eyes lovingly and he gazed back at me, mouthing the words, "I love you".

I mouthed them back, and instantly I felt him penetrate my opening. It was a bit painful at first, but once it had subsided, I felt slightly better. I noticed that he wrapped his arms around my bent legs.

Oliver originally hadn't gone all the way into me. Well, at least the first time we did this. But I felt him go in deeper than before, and the sensation was absolutely wonderful. I felt my muscles clench over him, and the look of pure ecstasy breaking out upon his face made me smile. But that smile didn't have much time to stick around, because he began to create a rhythm.

It started out slow. He'd move all the way in and then pull almost all the way out. He continued to do this, but with each consequential thrust, he upped the tempo. Somewhere in the middle of it I felt him hit something, something which caused my whole body to shudder in pleasure and muscles to tense up.

It seemed that he noticed too. Looking at me with a slightly jovial grin, he asked, "So did I find your G-spot, love?"

I nodded. At least, that's what I thought he had found. Certainly felt like it.

After he'd picked up his momentum again, I felt him hit it again. It was like an orgasm all in its own, which made bury my head into the warm, slightly wet pillow of the sofa. Oliver enjoyed it, too, because it gave him friction. With every thrust that succeeded in hitting my sweet spot, he had to pull out against tight, nearly impassible muscles.

He'd managed to create a rhythm. There were three regulars thrusts and then the special one that caused me to yell out his name. He'd closed his eyes, and was practically slamming into me. All of it felt different than when we had first made love, but I suppose that's because this was a second time. I was a newbie, so I wasn't so sure.

I could feel the pulses run through Oliver's length. He was nearly there, and when I opened my eyes to catch the look on his face, I nearly came again.

His chest, cheeks and lower abdomen were flushed pink. His head was thrown back and he was mouthing something. Nipples were as hard as rocks, too. I felt slightly guilty that I didn't give him any foreplay, but Oliver was the one who was in charge. Not me.

It all happened so quickly. Upon setting my head back down, he hit my g-spot once again, and I nearly screamed. In fact, I'm pretty sure I did, but just didn't realize it. Whatever happened, though, sent him over the edge. He stopped thrusting, and I could feel his pearly white seed drain into my body. I didn't think it possible, but I, myself, even having done it once already before, came again. There wasn't much to it this time, but the feeling was absolutely incredible.

It took him a few seconds to recover, to which he slowly began to pull out, nearly collapsing against my knee. He kissed it and rubbed his face against it.

"C-Come here," I said to him.

Oliver gently pulled himself out of me completely with a small pop! noise. The flushed captain crawled up along the length of my body, resting his head on my collar bone. I weakly wrapped one of my arms around him, not caring about the little mess between the two of us.

Needless to say, that annoying feeling in my stomach was still around, but not so badly anymore.

"I love you," he whispered, looking up at me. His eyes looked tired.

"I love you, too," I said, kissing the top of his head.

We lay there, both spent. I felt lullaby land calling for me, and I fell under its spell faster that I had meant to. Before I knew it I was out like a light.


The next few weeks that passed by were kind of strange. When I woke up, my lower back hurt occasionally. That strange feeling in my stomach still hadn't gone away, but it wasn't bad enough to go and visit Pomfrey. I could just hear her when I wasted her time.

"A tiny tummyache and you're visiting me? What's wrong? You must be rather weak!"

I really didn't need that.

I paid attention in class like I was supposed to, but every so often I'd just get a headache out of nowhere. At first it was okay, because they weren't terribly bad, but I ended up getting a migraine when I came out of Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid looked kind of worried and so did George.

"I'm okay," I lied to them. "Just didn't get much sleep last night."

That last part isn't a lie. I hadn't sleep very well over the past few nights. Just tossed and turned, listening to the snores of the other fifth year Gryffindors.

Yesterday, however, was the worst. I must have eaten too fast during breakfast because I felt really nauseous, and soon after double Transfiguration I threw up in the bathroom. But I was so hungry! And all the food looked so good, too.

Also, my stomach was getting kind of sore. I couldn't bend over and picked up things that fell without a pain shooting up and down my back. I really didn't get it. It might have been time to visit Pomfrey.

Oliver was growing really worried about me, and he definitely showed it. We had Quidditch practice yesterday, and whenever there was a chance for me to get hurt, he'd call a time out. Just when a beater was flying at me, and I was supposed to hit it (Because it's my job!), he'd stop me and say "let George do it". I honestly felt kind of smothered, but at the same time, flattered. At least I knew he still loved me.

Apparently too much, as well. It was Friday, and we decided to meet together after classes. I missed most of Charms because I was in the bathroom, head in the toilet. Even if nothing came out, I felt extremly nauseated. I hated it.

I traveled up the marble staircase toward our little room, and I noticed Oliver standing outside it. There were a couple students heading up the staircase opposite me, and I waited until they left to go over and talk to him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I winced a little.

"You still not feelin' all right?" Again with the worry.

"No, not really," I said, finally admitting it. "I haven't felt all right for the past few weeks. Look at this!" I parted my robes and lifted up my shirt. My bellybutton had originally been an innie, and now it was some kind of between.

Oliver blinked. "Merlin, what did you do?"

I don't know why, but my mood took a sudden turn and I was nearly in tears. I felt like I was on some kind of drug, or something, unable to make sense of what my body was doing.

"I didn't do anything! And...And...I think..."

He kissed me on the forehead and ran his fingers through my hair. "Y'think what, love?"

A tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn't hold it back. Pressing myself against him, I nuzzled Oliver's neck. "I think I want to visit Pomfrey."

Oliver sighed. It sounded like one of relief. "It's about time, Fred. C'mon, I'll take you down there."

I nodded some, sniffing. I used my robe to wipe off my face, which a few more tears had shed upon. "T-Thanks."


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