Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 / 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 / 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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The last day at the burrow is the longest one yet, and everyone and everything appears to be moving in slow motion as clothes are folded, supplies are gathered and trunks are packed. No one brings up the events of last night as if the air is somehow explosive, and even a single word about the argument might ignite a spark that will set it all on flames. I don't as much as glance in Violet's direction, well aware that the odds aren't in my favour if I'm given even one small reason to lose my mind over something she says again.

"We're leaving for the train at ten tomorrow morning, I have not seen Fred all day but he best be ready to go because we will not be late" Molly says while running around the house as she tries to get everything ready for the departure, "Now off to bed, all of you!"

Along with the others, I make my way up the stairs and hesitate for a second before opening the door to Percy's old room. Fred has spent most of the day by himself, and his absence has made it impossible to ignore that something isn't as it should be. The unresolved issues and wounds that are doomed to leave scars refuse to go unnoticed, and I know that we are going to have to face them in one way or another as soon as the door in front of me opens.

With a deep breath, I push down the squeaking handle and enter the room. I lean my back against the door once it closes behind me and Fred meets my gaze from halfway across the room, his eyes full of uncertainty and shame. He doesn't seem to be able to make up his mind about how he should behave, as if he's trying to figure out what might make the situation better and what will only make it worse.

"So, are you still, you know... Are you still upset?" he says and nervously runs his hand through his hair.

"I don't want to be" I mumble, "But I don't know how to stop"

He walks over to me slowly, as if he's afraid that he might scare me away, then caresses my face with one of his palms against my cheek. His thumb gently strokes my skin as if I'm so fragile that I might fall apart in his hands, before he slowly leans down to put his lips on mine. The encounter is hesitant and careful, expressing a sense of regret and a silent plea for forgiveness.

"We're going to make this right" he whispers when the kiss breaks with his face still close enough to mine that his breath tickles my skin, "We have to, there's just... there is no other way"

"It hurts, Freddie" I whisper.

He bites his lip and takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes, searching for a way to express what is going through his mind. I had never imagined that words could be more difficult than numbers, but now it seems like none of them make any sense.

"I can't unsay the things I said but I swear that I'm going to fix this, I promise that I'm going to do whatever it takes to make it all stop hurting" he says, "Just please don't give up on me"

"But you were almost about to give up on me" I mumble, "And I don't know if you still are"

"I'm not, and I never will" he says and holds my gaze with a look of desperation in his eyes, "When I said all those things... I didn't realise what it would be like to actually lose you, and I don't think I could ever make it through if I did, because... because you complete me, you make me want to be better, I want to learn how to be better for you"

His words are tearing down the walls that I have put up around my heart after a part of it had been broken in two, and my chest aches from keeping them up to defend not only my feelings, but my pride as well. In my heart I want nothing else but to believe his every word and each promise, but the look in his eyes that I remember all too well from last night leaves me torn.