Delectation • Fred Weasley

Two - Hands

"Are you girls going to watch us play tomorrow?" Blaise asked as he chomped on a perfectly seasoned chicken leg as him and his friends sat in the great hall for dinner, although he may have argued it was under seasoned. "Of course we are" Pansy rolled her eyes as if it was obvious as she picked at her fingernails.

"Sage?" Malfoy nudged his best friend's shoulder as he pulled her out of her trance. "What? No of course not" Sage replied, assuming that one of them had asked a question that resulted in the answer no as they usually did.

"So you're not a girl?" Blaise smirked, knowing that his friend hadn't heard the question. "Ok fine. You got me, I wasn't paying attention. Now, what was the question?" Sage smiled the fakest smile she could muster. "He asked if you're going to come to the Quidditch match tomorrow" Draco sighed. "If Pans is going then yeah" she shrugged her shoulders.

The conversation dragged on and Sage ignored her friend's laughing and taunting the first years as her mind wondered. First to the nightmare that made her lose a night's sleep. Then to the first time that day where she hadn't been thinking about it; while she was talking to Fred Weasley. Without a doubt he had been irritating and patronising but none the less he had made her forget about it. And that's what she wanted. To forget about it.

A lightbulb flicked on in Sage's brain as she stood from her seat beside Malfoy. She had taken four steps that were determined on her direction but she was stopped when a hand yanked on her wrist. "Where are you going? Are you okay?" Malfoy asked as he looked down at his best friend.

"Yeah I'm fine" Sage said as she pulled her wrist from his hold. "Where are you going?" he repeated his question having not received an answer the first time. "I need to talk to someone" she shrugged her shoulders as she itched just below her ear.

"Who?" Malfoy questioned. "Merlin Malfoy it's really none of your business" she saw the hurt flicker across his face at her tone, neither of them ever snapped at the other. "Fred" she sighed as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Weasley?" he scoffed.

"Do you know any other Freds?" she rolled her eyes. "Why?" he questioned her further, getting on her nerves now. "Merlin. Can I please just tell you later? I really need to talk to him now before dinner ends" Sage internally groaned and cussed at Malfoy's incessant need to act like an older brother.

"Fine" he snapped. "Fine" he said again but softly this time as he retreated back to his seat. Sage looked over to the Gryffindor table and was surprised to see Fred Weasley already staring at her intently. Perhaps he had heard his name be mentioned. Perhaps he had just liked how she looked that day; only he knew that was the truth.

He raised an eyebrow as she sauntered over to him before sitting opposite him and George on the Gryffindor bench. She looked to her right when she felt someone's gaze on her; Harry Potter was staring at her intently. Not with hatred or disgust. Just confusion.

Sage didn't blame him; after all with her being best friends with Malfoy and all it wasn't like she spent much time with Gryffindors, and especially not sat at their table during dinner. She looked to her left to see a first year staring at her as if she had three heads.

"Would you like me to sign something?" Sage put on the most condescending smile she could, causing the child to yelp and run out of the great hall. "That wasn't very nice" Fred smirked, reminding Sage that she was there for him.

"I'm in Slytherin for a reason Weasley" she smiled. "Um, Sage, right?" George said, breaking her and Fred's intense staring match. "Yeah. Nice to meet you George" Sage smiled sweetly as she shook his hand. "Oh, you know who I am" George muttered, mostly to himself. "Oh definitely. Your twin told me all about you in muggle studies today" she winked at Fred.