Sun shined through the blinds of Cabin One, your bed as comfortable as ever until you turned to see him.

The one person you promised yourself you wouldn't spend a night with, Fred Weasley.

You suddenly came to a realization: "He's shirtless. And he's.. him. And in my bed."

Fred snagged an iron grip around your waist, his head nuzzled into your neck. "Please don't go yet, Baemix.." He sighed in his sleep.