Could it be Us?

Considering Forgiveness

A/N- I'm not a huge fan of authors notes, but I just wanted to say ty for supporting me!! It means a ton. Drop requests in the comments and I will try and work them into the story.

Y/N's point of View

   It had been nearly 2 weeks of ignoring Fred Weasley.
   I was over it.
   I wanted nothing more than to sit at lunch and act like nothing happened, but I'm not sure he can forgive me.
   It really wasn't his fault, it was his stupid brothers. I cant even remember why I blamed him.
   So I formed a plan.
   I would first talk to his sister who I have grown rather close to, and ask her if he still wants to be friends. If she says yes, then it'll be easy as pie. If she says no, it'll take a little more convincing.
Hey Fred! Sorry I pushed all of my problems onto and became an ignorant little bum!
   Nope.
   Aye! Freddie! Great to see you, mate. Let's just pretend I never ghosted you for two weeks.
   Ugh! Why do I not know how to make an apology?
Hey Fred. I'm so sorry for blaming it on you. Friends? For real this time.
   Ooh. Not bad Y/N.

   So it was a plan: say exactly that, befriend him for a few weeks, and go from there.
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   "Password?"
   "Fortuna Major."
   The Fat Lady swung open and let me through. I recited what I would say to Fred in my head over and over again before I showed myself.
   He sat there, wearing nothing but pajama pants. I gawked at his torso- he had a 6 pack, and perfectly defined abs.
   I tore my eyes from his phenomenal stomach area and dragged my feet to where he was.
   "Hey."
   "Hey," he said nonchalantly. Wow. I expected something more dramatic than that but whatever.
   I think right then something clicked in his brain because he looked up at my with wide eyes.
   "Wait...are you..?"
   "Yes Fred, I forgive you. I'm sorry for blaming it all on you. You didn't deserve that." I leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before going up to bed.
   He grabbed my robe and pulled my face close to his. I could practically feel his eyes blinking.
   He finally released me without making a move. Not that I want him to. Well...
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   The next morning was a Saturday, which means there would be a Quidditch match at 10. Us versus the Ravenclaws. I wasn't planning on going, but my mind could change easily.
   I walked down the stairs to the Common Room, to find a cup of tea and a Fred Weasley waiting for me on the couch.
  "Why hello there," I said warmly.
   "Hello there. I made you tea."
   "Thank you, Fred!"
   He nodded and gave me a crooked smile. I sipped the tea and sat down.
   "Are you going to the game today?" he asked coolly.
   "Would you like for me to?" I asked.
   "Y/N. I don't care if you're there or not. It's your choice."
   "I have nothing better to do. So, I guess I'm going."
   He cheered and through his arms up in the air. I giggled and drank another sip of tea, not wanting to be anywhere else.
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   The Gryffindors lost.
   Harry caught the snitch, but they were so ahead of us that they still beat us.
   I mean, I didn't really care, but I was wondering how this loss would affect Fred.
   I ran down to the pitch, searching for him. I found him the throwing his helmet to the ground and repeatedly kicking it. It was hilarious, but I had to keep it together.
   "Fred! FRED!" I bellowed, trying to get him to notice me. He finally looked up and walked over to me.
   "You did great Fred, even if you didn't win."
   "Thanks Y/N. It means a lot coming from you."
   Woah. Coming from me? What is that supposed to mean? He feels special when it's coming from me? I don't know what he meant, but it made me feel all woozy.
   Apparently, I was showing my signs of wooziness, considering I passed out on the pitch, in the middle of our conversation. How rude of me.

"SHHH! You might wake her up!" I hear a familiar voice say.
"Too late. I'm up."
Fred rushed over to my side.
"Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?" he said, concerned.
"I think she sensed my presence and passed out from a hotness overload." I heard George say.
Not quite George. But almost.
Fred gave me a crooked smile, my favorite smile.
"I'm glad you're okay. I was really worried."
"No need. I'm fine. Now you guys need to go rest. It's still dark out." I shooed them away, but Fred stayed.
"No way am I leaving your side."
That's when it hit me.
The bet.
I was still betting 10 Galleons on him. I couldn't drop him. Was it worth losing all of that money though?
My heart and mind told me no, but the thought of a butterbeer made my mouth water.
No. I still wasn't betting on him. I could guilt Lav into paying.