July 26th, 1993
"So your really not going to ask him out then, hm?" Hermione asked as she sat down next to me and Ginny who were discussing her most obvious crush on Harry. We were all sprawled on the worn out carpet, giggling in front of the fire. Ginny was blushing furiously at the mention of Harry, which she had done for over three years now.
"Come on Gin, we all know you fancy him" I laughed, nudging her shoulder. "Hell, he probably knows it to. Though Harry is the most sexually frustrated person I know, he's probably oblivious if you think about it" I grinned as she buried her face in her palms, her ginger hair falling across her eyes. She groaned into her hand, making me and Hermione bite back a laugh.
"I want to tell him, but honestly, I don't know how. Oh, hey harry, I'm totally in love with you and have been for the past three years." She sighed, looking up shyly at me and Hermione who were giving each other a knowing look.
"We knew you loved him!" we shouted in unison. A large smile crept across my face as she widened her eyes, bursting into laughter with us.
"I still think you should tell him, Gin" Hermione said in a more serious tone.
"Tell who what?" A tall redhead questioned as he joined us on the carpet, kicking his legs out in front of him as he slung his arm behind his head.
"Ginny here fancies Harry, but won't tell him. So we're trying to convince her" Hermione said as Fred grinned at Ginny, slapping her on the back. His eyes flicked to mine and I smiled back at him, a deep red flushing my cheeks. His eyes snapped back to Ginny and softly chuckled.
"Knew it Gin" he stopped and tilted his head towards the stairs "Georgie, you owe me five sickles now!" he shouted towards the stairs. A messy haired George started running downstairs, slumping down next to Fred and placing the five sickles in his hand, sulking slightly. He cheered up again when Fred filled him in on Ginny's latest crush.
"You have to tell him Gin, he probably loves you just as much. He's just too Harry to admit it." Ginny smiled up at George, the much softer and less brutal twin.
Fred on the other hand rolled his eyes, sitting up slightly to face Ginny.
"Nah, I say your both too pussy to admit it" he scoffed, leaning back against the couch again. I swatted him with my hand and he grinned, dodging my hits.
"He's right though Gin, you should tell him. And even in the unlikely circumstance that he rejects you, I'm sure you'll move on soon enough" I spoke reassuringly.
"What are you all doing?" Harry said, appearing from the stairs with Ron close behind.
"I, uh" Hermione stuttered. Harry looked slightly confused as he looked at us all questioningly, Ron obviously oblivious to what was happening.
"We were just discussing your birthday, which is in three days Harold, so what would you like to do?" I cut in. Hermione smiled at me and mouthed "thank you" as Harry began talking about how we should have a quidditch match for his birthday. Everybody quickly agreed and began planning the day.
My eyes wandered over to Fred's. To my surprise, he was staring right back at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. In school, Fred and I became friends after him and George beat up Draco Malfoy for fat shaming me. He was an awful, stuck up mummy's boy with extreme daddy issues. Since they stuck up for me and put ferret boy in his place, we'd been inseparable ever since.
I rolled my eyes and looked away, covering my face with my hair. I felt him smiling at me and so I nervously looked back at him, only to find him sat closer to me. His firey hair was loosely hanging on his forehead, illuminating his golden freckles. I looked at his torso which was covered by a tight black t shirt, outlining his sharp abs and bulging biceps. He had a long, dragon tattoo down his forearm with an M on the end of its tail.
Molly.
I smiled to myself, looking back at his warm eyes. He had the biggest heart for his mother and respected her so much, more than anyone else.
"Heather, your staring at me" he whispered.
"Oh, uh, sorry" I said, scooting away a bit to avoid the obvious growing tension.
"So, I was thinking we could have a party tonight, seen as mum and dad are going to Diagon Alley for dinner anyway" George grinned, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands.
"Sounds good to me, I've got a few bottles of firewhisky upstairs, I'll bring that to." Harry said, grinning at Ginny who blushed furiously.
"Wicked" Fred and George grinned, high-fiving each other.
"Honestly Harold, I told you to hand that over to Snape when he caught us drinking it last year" Hermione lectured, rolling her eyes at Harry.
The others started to head upstairs to get ready for the party, slipping into their rooms. As I stood up to leave, a warm hand grabbed mine, pulling me into their chest. I looked up to be in Fred's arms, his right hand on the small of my back and the left still wrapped around mine. His lips curled up into a smile as he dragged his hand up my arm painfully slowly, never breaking eye contact.
"So beautiful" he spoke quietly, his dark, lustful eyes flicking to my lips. His large hands were now firmly placed on my waist. In a rapid movement he grabbed both my wrists and pulled them above my head, pushing his body into mine until we crashed against the wall. He parted my legs with his knee, pressing it against the wall between me. I looked up at him, flustered and confused. As suprised as I was, I felt a pit of butterflies flutter at the base of my stomach. He was still pressed against me, his toned abs pushing against my tummy. "Fred, what are yo-" I whispered but he cut my off by laughing loudly, ripping his body away from me as my arms fell back to my side.
As I composed myself, I looked up at him clutching his stomach as he laughed a deep laugh. "Honestly Heather, you should've seen yourself." he gasped, trying to catch his breath. I stood in shock, still not quite sure what the bloody hell just happened. He stood up straight and smiled at me, bringing his hand to tilt up my chin. "Pathetic" he whispered, rolling his eyes and returning upstairs to his room, leaving me stranded alone in the living room, completely unsure what to think.
