Fred~ Your fear is in Confessions part 2

George~ Set in your fourth year. Your P.O.V. (to be warned, I'm not used to writing these kinds of scenes, so be ready to cringe at how bad this is)

I was up in George's dorm room, with George of course. We were by ourselves, studying for an upcoming exam. Well, we were studying. Next thing I knew, we were kissing.

It started as a loving kiss, but soon turned more heated. He pulled me on to his lap, I ended up with my knees on either side of his legs. I had my hands on both sides of his face, his hands were on my thighs, his thumbs stroking them.

After a few minutes, I pulled away for air. He wasted no time on attacking my neck with kisses. He started at my jawline and went down the side of my neck. He tried to find my sweet spot. He kissed the spot behind my right ear, I sighed and I could feel him smirk.

My left hand went to his shoulder and my right hand went to his red hair. I tugged on his hair and pulled him back. I started to do the same thing to him. I started at his collarbone and worked up, I bit the part of his neck where it met his shoulder.

Apparently, he couldn't deal with it. He captured my lips again in a rough kiss. Not too long later, he reached up to start unbuttoning my shirt. He had gotten down to the third button when I pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I'm not really comfortable with this," I said.

You could see the misunderstanding hurt in his eyes.

"I don't mean us two being together, or the kissing, it's just, I'm scared to undress in front of people," I explained.

"Okay, I understand. I was getting a bit ahead of myself anyway," he scratched the back of his head.

"Again, I'm sorry," I blushed.

"It's fine. But, you'll need to get over that fear, especially for the future," he whispered in my ear.

I blushed to about the shade of his hair. He laughed at me and pecked me on the lips again.

"Why are you afraid of it?" he asked.

"I'm not too fond of how my body looks, and I don't want to get made fun of," I try to hide myself.

"Y/n, look at me," I look up and meet his gaze. "You are beautiful, inside and out. I would ever stop loving you, no matter what you looked like. I vow to never make fun of your body, and if I find out that someone is, I'll beat them to a bloody pulp."

"Thank you hun, you always know how to make me feel better," you kiss his lips again.

"You're welcome shorty," he giggled.

Oliver~ Set in your second year. Your P.O.V.

Oliver and I had another date tonight,he told me to wear something comfy. He also won't tell me what we're doing. I decided to throw on a plum colored tank top with a cream colored sweater cardigan. I matched with black leggings and boots.

"Hey y/n, are you ready?" Oliver asked once I met.

"Yeah, can you please tell me what we are going to do?" I laughed.

"Nope. It's a surprise," he laughed back.

*time skip to the Quidditch pitch*

"Okay, you can open your eyes," he said.

I opened them and tensed. I was around fifty feet in the air on a broom. I felt as though all of the air had been kicked out of me. My head started pounding.

"Oliver, this is sweet, and I know that you don't know this, but I'm scared to death by heights," you leaned back looking down.

"Oh, y/n. I'm so sorry," We went back down to the ground.

"It's fine, I know that you didn't know about that. That was really sweet though," I kissed the side of his now really red face.

Neville~ Set at the end of second year. Your P.O.V.

Oh great, we have to leave. I know that I have the best sister, but I love it here. All of my friends are here, magic can be used here and most importantly, Neville's here.

We all got on the train, getting ready to leave. I had gotten a compartment for Neville, Hermione and Seamus.

"Y/n, I'm going to go to Harry and Ron. Find me when we get back to the station," Hermione said before leaving.

The door slid open again, this time it was Dean.

"Hey Seamus, we found a compartment, come on." Dean said. (Does anyone else ship Deamus? Because I do.)

Soon enough, it was just me and Neville.

"I'm going to go talk to Hermione, I'll be right back," he got up and kissedmy forehead and left.

I was alone. All alone. I started to feel hot flashed rise up on my arms and lower back. I started to sweat a little. I felt light headed and dizzy.

I quickly took off the jacket that I was wearing. I pulled the hair out of my face. I took deep breaths. Tears slid down my cheeks from the pain of my hot flashes. I usually get them in these circumstances.

I don't like being alone in a room by myself. I fanned myself and closed my eyes. The compartment door opened again.

"Y/n what happened," Neville asked.

"I'm afraid of being alone. I get really hot and get hot flashes. I start to feel light headed and dizzy," you explained with your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he sat beside you.

"It's fine," you laid your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around you for the rest of the ride to the station.

A/N: Here is part two. I'm so sorry that George's was probably the worst out of all of these. I'm not used to/very good at writing those kinds of scenes. And Fred's is in his part of the Confessions part 2. Stay safe and keep reading!!