dream of me // Fred Weasley

13. Possibly

After an hour, and once the film had finished, George's anger towards his brother had completed dissolved and he was his usual charming self again. However, although the tension in the room had lifted and the spirits of everyone seemed back to normal, Fred hadn't come down stairs.

Blair, despite her lack of sleep, felt more awake than ever. The thought of Fred writing secret notes to another girl racing through her mind. She knew they weren't exclusive, in fact, she knew they weren't anything at all. He had told her liked her, but that didn't mean he was professing his undying love for her and his wish to never speak to or see another woman again.

He was at perfect liberty to speak to any one he liked, although, if it was another girl he was speaking to, she would much rather he just tell her he liked someone else more than Blair. Because, in an unfortunate turn of events Blair had found that she also liked Fred... in fact, liked him a lot; similar to what she had known to be love. And the thought of her finally being given the chance to make the love of her life see her for what she was, was now being taken away by the mere thought of him choosing someone else.

Images of Fred and Blair having sex throughout the Weasley house in the last three days filled her head, followed by echoing thoughts that he was only using her for sex. But then they were chased away by thoughts of her painting his nails, and Fred playing with Blair's hair. Thoughts of Fred wanting, and actively choosing situation that put him intimately close to Blair, in the way that Blair had come to understand that people in love do.

The two stark comparisons of Fred liking Blair and Fred using Blair had driven the nightmares clear out of her head. "You should go and talk to him," Hermione whispered from beside Blair. It was Hermione's voice that put a halt to the racing thoughts in Blair's head and brought her back to earth, enough to realise that she had chew the skin around her nails nearly red raw. "It could be nothing, but it won't do you any good if you just keep worrying about something," she whispered again and Blair thought.

On the one hand, what if she went to speak to Fred and confronted him of her suspicions and he confirmed them. What if he stood in front of her, showed her the letter even, of another girl professing her love for Fred; then had to listen to Fred tell her how he was in love with this other woman, and how he had only been seeing Blair as a distraction for the agony he was feeling from being away from his true love: the author of the letters.

And on the other hand, there was the scenario where Blair confronted him and he got defensive. Angry about Blair doubting his honour and his intentions with Blair. What if she accused him of writing to another girl and he was so hurt by the accusations that he decided that he would never look at Blair the same, in fact, they could no longer be even friends if she thought so little of him.

"Oh for goodness sake, if you sit here you will think of every bad situation and not even consider any positive outcome that might come from this! Now go upstairs and talk to him!" Hermione said louder, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. There was something about the way that Hermione was staring at Blair, the fire in her eyes seemed to be contagious and Blair stood up.

She glanced back at the stairs, took a deep breath and found the last of her strength before climbing the stairs and marching up to Fred's bedroom door. Although, it seemed that when she was faced with the old, chipped wooden door, that adorned a crooked "F & G", the courage seemed to melt away.

Blair was breathing shakily now, and she couldn't help but be annoyed at herself, after all they had only been fooling around for just under two weeks now. It was hardly as if this was a relationship that was months in, however, Blair had loved him for her whole life. For her, this was a relationship that was years deep, and the thought of that ending in the next five minutes shook her to her core.