it was the middle of summer, you and fred were making out in his room at the burrow. him sat back, with you in his lap hands in his hair and his all over your body but mainly on your hips. you had gotten to this point many times when suddenly fred reaches down and pulls at your sweater. you hastily pull back “f-fred…” “what? i don’t understand, you never want to do anything more…am i doing something wrong?”