Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 / 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆

{ Song: It's Christmas Time Again by Backstreet Boys }

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The last couple of days before Christmas are as wonderful and peaceful as I had always imagined that being around the Weasley's and spending time at the burrow would be. Everything is perfect, but even then the idea of Violet arriving in a few days is somehow like a constantly sore bruise in the back of my mind, reminding me that it will no longer be this perfect way too soon. The anxiety makes it harder to appreciate the moments before she arrives, and somehow the thought of her seems to ruin everything even when she isn't here.

"Lost in your thoughts, are you?" Ron says and sits down in the armchair opposite the sofa where Ginny and I are cuddled up in each corner.

"I'm just enjoying all of this, before it's... well, not this" I mumble with a sigh.

"Poison ivy?" he says quietly and looks around to make sure no one is eavesdropping, "When Harry told me I thought he was bloody joking"

"I can't believe mum just invited her without asking any of us about it" Ginny says and glares across the room at Molly.

She's in the kitchen with Hermione and the twins, who are mostly interrupting the Christmas baking by pretending to participate in an attempt to steal the icing to mix in one or two joke products. Harry on the other hand seems to be trying his hardest to learn how to make the cookies look like snowflakes. The idea of how this is probably the first time he has ever done something like this, since he has spent the four previous Christmases at Hogwarts, is quite heartwarming no matter how much I despise that he invited Violet.

"Even if she had, it's not like we could say anything bad about her, anyway" Ron mutters, "And it would take a lot to compensate for all the good things she would hear from Harry"

Knowing that it probably wouldn't have mattered what we did almost makes it worse. No matter what I do or say, she will stick around until it becomes clear to everyone that she isn't as lovely as she seems. Until then, all I can do is watch as she poisons every moment, unless I want everyone to turn against me the way that they should be turning against her.

"There must be some way to make Harry snap out of it" I say quietly and glance over at him.

"I wish there was, but he's so stupidly, blindly in love with her" Ron says and shrugs his shoulders, "I'm gonna go see if mum needs anything"

He gets up from his seat and leaves Ginny and I alone by the fireplace. She has turned her eyes away from Harry where he's laughing with the others in the kitchen, and picks on her cuticles just like I do when I can almost feel my anxiety crawl its way up my throat.

"He's gonna come around, you know" I say and she looks up in surprise.

"How do you-" she says quietly but stops and sighs as she realises that it doesn't really matter, "It just... hurts, that's all"

"Boys have a tendency to do that to you" I say jokingly and she smiles vaguely, "He's not supposed to be with her, he just needs to realise that for himself"

"That doesn't mean he's supposed to be with me either" she mumbles and proceeds to bite her nails, "Now I understand what Fred went through when you were with Draco"

"He talked to you about that?" I say as my jaw drops in surprise.

"He didn't have to" she says with a smirk and I get a foolishly lovesick grin on my face at the thought of not only someone, but Fred, feeling that way about me.