original my beloved evelyn ~ fred weasley

.49 - the damn door knob

The school day ended and Evelyn was exhausted. She'd finished her homework during a free period and was ready to go to bed at only six at night. Before she could do so, an arm grabbed her upper arm and tugged her into a closet. The flaming red hair showed their identity to be the one and only Fred Weasley. With his veiny, ringed hand still holding Evelyn's arm he spoke in a harsh tone.

"You actually got detention, Evelyn?" Fred spat. "It was our first class with her! I told you to shut up and you didn't!"

"What's the big deal?" Evelyn shrugged, pulling his hand off her body. "Besides some kids said she just makes you write lines."

"Evelyn, I don't think she's just going to make you write lines." Fred sighed, holding his forehead momentarily before pushing his messy hair back. "The bitch seems evil. Writing lines doesn't seem right for her."

"This is stupid, Fred." Evelyn huffed in annoyance before trying to exit but Fred quickly grabbed the door knob to stop her somehow and continue their conversation. 

This didn't happen as the two then met eye's. Evelyn leant back on the wall with her arms crossed and cheeks pinkening. Fred had put his free hand on the wall to balance himself and realized he was trapping her with his body. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped anxiously before beginning to lean in. Evelyn caught his eyes flicker away from her own and to her lips which showed her his obvious intentions. She didn't move away and simply stood up straight to help him get to her. This didn't help as Fred had somehow turned the knob to the door, opening it and in surprise he practically fell out of the closet. He caught his footing and thankfully only one girl was in the corridor which Fred greeted with a grin. Evelyn chuckled and stepped out of the closet then turned to the redheaded boy.

"Shall we continue our discussion after my detention?" Evelyn asked as if nothing had happened which only make Fred go a bright red.

"Sur-" A voice crack interrupted Fred so he cleared his throat and spoke again. "Sure. Just letter me and we can go walk outside or something."

Evelyn nodded and left with a skip her step. She was still bashful at the idea Fred was going to kiss her and her crush grew for him. She'd confess to him soon as she couldn't take being awkward 'will they won't they' friends. Her happy mood was shot down when she lettered Fred and asked him to meet her by the closet they were earlier. When he arrived she was crying on the floor, gripping her forearm.

"Hey." Fred whispered, kneeling on one knee and lifted her head up with one hand to have her look at him. "What's wrong, love?"

Evelyn said nothing and simply took her hand off of her forearm. Fred's eyes went to her hand first which had blobs of blood. He looked to her forearm and saw 'I will not speak lies' engraved on her skin like a butchered tattoo.

"What does that even mean?" Fred took her arm into his hands and gently put pressed against it but stopped as Evelyn simply cried more.

"It's about Voldemort returning." She wiped her wet cheeks and took a breath. "She said it's not true and Harry's made the whole thing up. Dumbledore apparently fed him the information."

"The name 'Umbitch' does suit her it seems." Fred joked to lighten the mood which worked as Evelyn laughed slightly. Fred sat down and pulled Evelyn between his legs, his arms around her body. "I'm sorry. You can rant to be all you want after class about her if you want."

"Mm I'll take you up on that." Evelyn hummed, leaning her head back onto Fred's chest while he left a chaste kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered on her skin for a moment before he pulled away, brushing her blonde locks behind her ear as they sat in pure silence. She'd confess soon. So would he.