Falling, Fallen - A Fred Weasley Fanfiction

21. Party Till We Die

{ Welcome back babes! I hope y'all have been doing great, and if not then I hope this chapter will bring a smile to your face! So this chapter will take place like a few days (like 3-4 days) after last chapter! Also do y'all have any song recommendations, like indie, rock, alt, or pop? I desperately need new songs to work out. Don't forget to put your reactions to the chapter events in the comments and for the story overall! Anyways, happy reading, babes! - Sloan Belle }

Do not read this chapter if you are sensitive to scenes that involve or mention drugs, sex, or violence. Also mentions of knives and blood so please beware!

Fallon saw that Fred was peacefully sleeping before her, so she took a very rare opportunity to do something she should have done days ago.

She slipped out of his embrace, to quickly get dressed in whatever sweat pants she could find, and a random cami top. Fallon tried to be as quiet as she could to not wake her lover up, and before slipping out of the room she kissed his forehead.

As soon as she left the room, she went towards the living room and was greeted by George, who hadn't been able to sleep due to insomnia. "What are you doing up?" George asked as she scratched his stomach, wondering if Fallon had finally had enough of his and Fred's craziness, "You aren't planning to escape, right?" George sleepily chuckled, making Fallon choke on her laughter.

"I need to go tell Draco something, I promise to explain once I get back, but he needs to know first," Fallon revealed in a slight panicked state, she hadn't been able to sleep after she found out the news, she would just lay in bed, restless, occasionally watching Fred snore and stir in his sleep. George knew that whatever was going on, had been affecting Fallon. She might be able to hide certain things from Fred, but she could never hide anything from George, no matter how hard she tried. 

George held her shoulders before bringing her in for a hug, "Go tell him, and you don't need to explain whatever is happening—" 

He then, let go of her and had Fallon look at his face, which displayed a worried expression that reminded her of when they saw each other at the battle, after Voldemort had been defeated. Yes, they were around each other for the second half of it, but they had no time to take a second and be able to hold each other and tell each other that everything would be alright. "—Just promise me, you'll be safe."

Everyone knew that Fred couldn't live without Fallon, but what no one else knew was that George couldn't either. They had all become a part of each other's lives, and it was to the point that if one of them wasn't in it, then nothing would make sense or feel normal. In all the instances where Fallon's life was in danger, George always seemed calm but on the inside he was terrified and possibly will always be terrified if she doesn't wake up one day. 

Fallon and Fred are soulmates, but George and Fallon are each other's person, they can always rely on each other for anything, and they're each other's moral compasses. 

George hugged Fallon tightly, once again, before letting her apparate to Draco's home, staying still for a few minutes after, hoping that whatever was happening wouldn't endanger her life.

Fallon quickly regained her balance once she arrived outside of Draco's new home. She walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes, the door was opened by Astoria, who wore a grey robe, once she realized it was Fallon, her initial frown turned into a bright smile, "Fallon! What a nice surprise, what brings you here?" 

She quickly ushered Fallon inside to have a seat as one of their house elves prepared and brought over some tea. "Is Draco still awake by any chance?" Fallon asked, feeling quite guilty for barging into their home in the middle of the night. "Yes, he is! We barely arrived from my parents home, around an hour ago!" Astoria revealed before her eyes lowered to Fallon's shaking hands.