Spencer Reid
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You knew sharing a dorm with Fred was not a good idea, not that it was your choice. From the moment you were both told who you'd be roomed with, the relentless teasing began. He'd wink at you across classrooms and the great hall as well as make continuous comments
on how you'd have to try not to fall for his charm. The tension between you grew unbearably thicker with each passing day, but you never knew if you were the only one who felt it.
Tonight, you were struggling to fall asleep as you listened to the sound of the fire crackling and staring dead at the ceiling. Peaceful, right? No. Because the problem was you could feel a certain someone's eyes on you anytime you tried to close your own.
"You're awake," He says in a lower voice than usual, probably due to being tired.
"So are you." You grumble back.
However, he didn't reply to you. Instead, you head the bed springs opposite you move. Oh, please, God no. Not even a few moments later, he was stood over your bed, shirt loose and hair stylishly messy. He wore his signature smirk but a bit more lazy as he looked down on you.
He opened his mouth, and you dreaded what would leave it.
"This arrangement has been
torture love."
Oh. Your stomach flipped. What.
The. Hell.
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