It's Better If You Do

Bellamy tentatively wrapped her fingers around the doorknob, being able to hear more of the noises and noticed they sounded very peculiar. Turning the doorknob slowly, she had to jump out of the way to avoid being taken to the ground by Fred and Rose, who were connected at the lips and falling to the floor like a couple of wooden planks. George, who had expected something like this to happen, yanked his wand from under his pillow and quickly enchanted a few of the pillows in the room to fly and settle just under where Rose was about to fall.

The two landed on the floor with a loud ‘oof’ and the room went extremely quiet. Fred had his arms on either side of Rose, keeping from crushing her small frame completely. He was looking wide-eyed between Bellamy and George. Rose, who looked shocked at first, quickly lifted her hands and covered her face, probably hiding a rather red blush. George was stifling a few snickers behind his hand from his spot on the bed. Bellamy, however, had her fists clenched at her sides and a very, very angry looking pink blush on the tops of her cheeks, bridging slightly across the top of her nose.

“Look…Bellamy…” Fred stammered, seeing the completely outraged look on her face. “I-I can explain…” But all Bellamy could hear was the sound of her angry pulse, beating like a large bass drum in her ears. She snatched her wand out of the waistband of her shorts and Fred quickly stood up, helping Rose up as well. Bellamy pointed her wand at him, a few dark blue, dangerous looking sparks flying from the tip of it. She placed it against his chest, glaring up at him with half-asleep eyes that didn’t loose any of their potency. Fred swallowed loudly, obviously frightened, but George was still trying to quell his laughter.

Rose quickly peeked out from behind her fingertips and gave a sharp gasp before stepping forward and bringing a hand down on Bellamy’s wand arm.

“It’s okay…it’s okay,” Rose said breathlessly, placing herself between Bellamy and Fred, causing the latter to give a very relieved sigh. “He wasn’t forcing himself on me, I swear.” Bellamy glanced between Rose and Fred, her jaw set and her eyes harsh. Finally, she let out a small ‘humph’ and turned to Fred.

“You. Shower. Now,” she said harshly to him and he quickly began to scramble to get his pajamas and get into the shower. Rose, still having a very bright blush across her face, glanced between Bellamy and Fred with an extremely sheepish look on her face. Bellamy put away her wand, but followed Fred with harsh-looking eyes.

“You’re in for it now, Fred,” George murmured to him with a wily grin, causing his twin to shoot him a dark look before shutting himself up in the bathroom. George gave a short, taunting laugh before turning to Rose and Bellamy, the latter of which was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“So…I suppose you had fun,” Bellamy grumbled, trying to sound happy for Rose’s sake, but it was difficult when she had been woken from a dreamless sleep. Rose immediately smiled widely and nodded. Her eyes lit up as she sent a quick glance to the bathroom door. “I mean…you look like a puffer fish at the moment, so I suppose you haven’t been doing much talking lately.” Rose immediately blushed at the playful disapproving look and tone Bellamy had taken up. Rose, who found herself much too bashful to reply even in French, at least while George was in the room, walked over to her cot and sat down on it. She ran her hand over the blanket, nodding as its smooth texture under her fingertips.

“If you don’t like the color or whatever, you can just think of another color and change it,” Bellamy said with a shrug as she walked back to her cot as sat down on it, letting out heavy sigh as she stretched. “Make sure to leave some warm water for me, Rose,” she said through a large yawn, “I still haven’t showered.”

“I was wondering why you were still in your day clothes,” Rose said softly, “your silk tank top has got wrinkles all in it. Bellamy, who had been oblivious to this fact, looked down suddenly and let out a curse that had George raising his brows so high they very well could have disappeared beneath his hairline. He didn’t take her as the type to use such an abrasive word.

“Damnit,” she continued in a groggy grumble as assessed the wrinkling of the shirt, “now I’ll have to steam it all over again.” With that, she grabbed the hem of it and pulled it over her head, laying it out on the top of her trunk. Much to George’s relief--though secret disappointment--she had a simple, grey cotton tank top on underneath it. “Could I borrow a pair of your pajamas, Rose?” She asked through another yawn. “I don’t want to wear mine again and it was much to cold in this room for silk…“ She immediately curled her lips in bit and didn’t say another word, getting up from her cot and walking over to Rose’s trunk as they picked through the things for pajamas for both of them.

The door to the bathroom opened and Fred walked out in a simply white shirt and another plaid pair of pajama bottoms, ruffling a hand through his damp hair.

“Who’s taking the cold shower now, mate?” George asked with a smirk. Fred glanced over at him darkly, but with the smallest hint of a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Shove off,” he mumbled before taking a seat on his bed.