Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 10 - Chocolate Frog Peace Offerings

You had never had it inn you to easily forgive those who had hurt you. Reconciliation seemed even more distant to you. And yet you could tell how awfully sorry he was, although Fred never had it in him to apologize for things too easily either. To admit he was wrong. You guessed that's something you at last had in common, the irrevocable sense of pride in the both of you. However, sooner or later one would have to buckle, at least one of you, if things were ever going to work out. The atmosphere in Gryffindor common room were always tense when you were both present. No one dared to remark on it of course, as they would rather leave the room than to ever have a confrontation with you.

It had only been a few days since Fred had wrongly gotten into his head, that since everything got cleared up between the two of you it was all right. That you were naturally still his girlfriend after everything he had put you through. The result being, the current rotten climate wherever you went. Him trying his luck, bringing you your favourite chocolates, wizochoc and chocolate frogs from Honeydukes, showing up at the library when you really just wanted to be alone. Resulting in the librarian, Mrs. Irma Pince, to threaten him with permanent banishment.

At breakfast and dinner in the great hall, he would sit by your side like nothing had happened. Speaking to you while really just appearing to speak to himself, as you ignored him completely. George was almost droven mad by it, told him to give up on you already or to just give you some space before you snapped his neck.

When Hermione had found out the whole story, she did not take it easy on Harry and Ron. Because how dared they think such filth of their friend, and worse of all to think you would've seriously had anything going on with Malfoy. It was almost blasphemous, wasn't it? They had both since, sincerely apologized to you. Even George had cornered you to tell you he was sorry for doubting you, but you had yet to hear anything from Fred himself other than his attempts to woo you yet again.

Your quality of sleep were not crumbling any less by it all either. So naturally, at daytime you felt like the walking dead thanks to it all. Finding yourself in your weekly private lessons tutored by Snape, your on-paper guardian. When you did not keep up as he wanted, while trying to make you controll your Veela magic on your own intent rather than by strong emotion, he would occasionally mock you. Telling you, just as Malfoy had put it, that someone like Fred Weasley was not going to get you any far either way.

You stormed into the Hospital wing, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. You had only just heard what had happened from some younger Gryffindor students when they returned to the tower, all in awe and spirit after Gryffindor had won the Inter House Quidditch cup. Yet you had not been there because you had still felt so angry and betrayed, despite knowing that this had been a match that Fred had been highly anticipating. You were confused as to why the team had not returned yet to celebrate, when you lastly learnt why much to your horror. The game had been played dirty, mostly by Slytherin but the Gryffindors had retaliated. After Angelina Johnson had been nearly knocked of her broom by Flint, Fred had thrown his bat at the back of his head. Flint was fine, he had just smashed his nose into his broom handle. Then, Montague had endeavoured the same dirty tactic at Fred, this time successfully knocking him off.

You did not care who had won or who had lost, all you cared about was Fred.

As you came running into the hospital wing, you saw a crowd gathered around a single bed. Quickly you pushed yourself through, tears swelling in your eyes as you prayed it did not look as bad as you had imagined it would. He looked like he was asleep, as you stood their panting in the middle of the crowd while clutching your hands around the white painted bed frame.

"All right then folks.." George said after giving you a cheeky wink, "Nothing to see here, Fred will be fine so let's get going"

The other Gryffindors leaving with him to walk back to Gryffindor tower, to celebrate their win of the Quidditch cup with a blast.

Harry remained a moment longer along with Ron, awkwardly patting your shoulder as he reassured you,

"Madam Pomfrey says he'll be fine, he just got knocked out from the fall, that's all"

That's all? you thought to yourself, you could never understand how Wizards took physical injuries so lightly, just because they could magically heal and mend the most of it. You sat down at the single chair by his side and started sobbing. Just letting it all out pitifully. In the end having your whole head buried in our arms at the side of the bed, you could tell Fred suddenly shifted his position.

"Don't cry Y/n, or you'll soak the entire bed, love" he suddenly said, and you sat back up again, quickly pulling yourself together and wiping away your tears in fury. Feeling yourself quickly fume again. But he looked apologetically up at you, with a small smile on his face.

"You idiot Fred Weasley!" you yelled, "Making me worry like that! And for what, just so you can have a laugh?"

He grabbed your hand, and quickly pulled it up to his lips while shaking his head. He looked tired, even though he had somehow not broken anything in the fall it had certainly been painful.

"Darling..." he said in a raspy voice, "I'm so sorry, truly, about all of this"

"I am an idiot yes, that's probably why I tried so hard to apologize in every possible way except for with words" he continued in a low laugh, "And you know, the only reason Montague even had a chance at knocking me off the broom, was because I could not stop searching for you in the crowds...."

You looked at him teary eyed, not even the slightest mad anymore.

"Pathetic isn't it?" he grinned, as if you should be impressed by how much it was, indeed pathetic. You sat down at the side of the bed, finally giving inn as he kissed you. For what might as well have been the first time, by the sheer amount of butterflies you felt fluttering inside. Neither of you being sad about missing out on the party at Gryffindor tower.