Fool Me Once (Book One) - Fred Weasley

Freddie, Please

TW. MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE DRINKING AND ALCOHOL ABUSE.

JANUARY 8TH 1996

I was sitting in my room contemplating what the hell I was supposed to say to Fred. He went back to the drink just after Christmas and I'm so scared for him. What is going to happen to him now, its his third relapse in a year and its hard. He doesnt seem to want help this time either. 

Hes not going to Poppy or Minnie anymore. He is smoking weed all day every day. And hes drinking every night. He told me hes not going to any of his classes anymore, he thinks that there is no point. The only thing he does not is plans different things for the joke shop. 

We havent had a proper conversation in two weeks. And he didnt even wake up this morning to come to the doctors with me. I really thought he would have come, he really wanted to find out what we were having. 

So, I went on my own. I know the babies genders, I just dont know how to tell him. Will he be happy or annoyed? I just, I dont know. 

I lay down on my bed and started rubbing my stomach. The two lives in here, I thought, if he won't do anything for me he has to do it for them, he told me he would do anything for them.

I made my way down to the common room and spotted Fred sitting smoking a joint by the fire. 'Hi Bear' I said smiling at him. He looked up and me and smiled. 'Hello princess' he said standing up to place a kiss on my forehead, 'and hello to my two little Mini Muffins. Being good for your mummy?' he questioned as he started rubbing my stomach.

'Freddie love, we really need to talk' I said sitting down in my usual seat in the corner. 'Of course princess, whats wrong?' Fred sat down just across from me and continued smoking. 'First, can you please put that out, the smell of it is hurting my head.' He nodded before stubbing the smoke in an ash tray to his left.

'So what's wrong my love?' he asked.

'We need to talk about why your back drinking and smoking. I thought we got over this last year. I thought after everything that happened, you know back with Jack and St. Mungos. I thought you were really stopping this.' He looked at me and I could see anger creeping up on his features.

'I'm just fucking stressed okay?' he said. He was nearly shouting at me. Causing two or three third years to turn around and look at us. He then continued in a lower voice. 'I'm just stressed. Okay love? And the smoke and that helps me to get unstressed so that I can deal with shit.' I looked up at him shocked.

'What kind of shit Freddie? This wasn't part of the plan remember? The plan we went over with Poppy. She said that if you feel like using again you should talk to her or me.'

'Well I can't fucking talk to you can I?' his voice was getting louder again and he stood up and stared down at me. There was heat radiating off his body he was that angry. Fred never got angry with me, and to be honest. I was kind of scared. 

'What do you mean Bear? Of course you can talk to me. You can talk to me about anything. You know that right?' I questioned. He looked and me and rolled his tongue inside his cheek, as if contemplating whether or not he should say what he is thinking.

'You're the one that's fucking stressing me out Aaliyah. We're having kids in a few months Liyah. And we have no fucking jobs. No money, and no fucking education. And Umbridge is really not fucking helping at all!' 

He was fuming. 

I looked around to see that alot of the eyes in the common room were now glued on us. But I was only looking for one set of eyes. 

Georges.

George always knew what to do. George could help me. Fuck, where is George right now?

'Does it really stress you out that much that you need to drink and smoke to cope?' I asked him. But it was barely a whisper because I was trying not to cry. I knew he meant what he said a minute ago.  I knew he was stressed about the babies. I knew he was feeling like this, but if he was in his right state of mind he never would have yelled at me like that.

'As if you care' he scoffed. 

Now taking his infamous flask out of his pocket and taking a swig of whatever alcohol was in it this time. 'You don't fucking care about me. You don't fucking love me. Because if you did. This never would have started in the first place' he yelled at me, gesturing towards the flask that was in his hands. 

The tears had now started to fall out of my eyes. I didn't know what to say. His words really hurt me. 'Of course I care about you Freddie. Of course I love you. I do.' I said as the tears were running down my face. 'I love you so much Freddie. Forever and always remember?' I questioned and he looked at me. 

'Empty promises' he said as he scoffed.

'It's all my fault isn't it?' I asked him.

He only scoffed again in answer before taking another swig out of his flask. Then he closed it and put it back into his pocket. 'I'm going to bed. Goodnight Aaliyah' he turned on his heel and started towards the stairs. 

I turned around to face the stairs. 'Fred baby, please just talk to me. I want to just talk about this with you. Please come back.'

'No Aaliyah. Im going to bed. So shut the fuck up and let me sleep.' he said as he got to the base of the staircase. 

'Freddie, please' I breathed.

'Shut it Aaliyah' was all he said before storming up the stairs. 

I stood for a second. Contemplating what to say next. But this Fred, drunk Fred, he scared me. And I couldnt have him acting like this. Not around my babies.

'Frederick Gideon Weasley. If you keep walking up those stairs we are done do you hear me. If you leave me here right now we are done. Fred I will leave, and I will never let you see these babies. Not until you are sober'

He turned around and looked at me. He was angry as fuck but he just laughed. 'I don't fucking care. I dont need you anyway. Are the twins even mine Aaliyah. How to I know they arent Malfoys?' he spat and I just stared at him. 

'Freddie. Stop you dont know what your saying. Of course the twins are yours. I love you. You and only you' I said as I made to get up in my chair. Only falling back into it as Fred advanced on me and put his finger in my face. 

'You don't fucking love me. Dont lie Aaliyah.'

'Fred you dont mean this' I cried as he stared down at me with a look of pure hatred. 'Freddie please, can we just, can we talk about this. Your not thinking straight right now. Please baby?'

'No. I dont want to fucking talk, especially not to you. You know what? Fuck you Aaliyah. You done this to me. YOU made me like this. YOU fucked up MY life. Everything bad that happened to me in the last three years is because. of. YOU.'

He ran up the stairs and I got off my seat and followed him.

I opened his bedroom door to find him standing at the dresser scraping some coke into a line.

'When did this start again?' I asked him. I was on the verge of breaking down again. 

'Just now. Nearly nine months down the drain Aaliyah. You happy?'

'Freddie, please don't. Don't do this. Your better than this baby please. Think of our babies Freddie. Please think of the girls.' I paused. I hadn't told him yet that they were girls. I only found out this morning. 

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. 'The girls?' he questioned and I nodded. This seemed to calm him down so I walked into the room and closed the door. 'Two baby girls Freddie. Four weeks and we get to meet them okay? Just please. Don't take the drugs. We can work through the alcohol and the weed. We can I promise. I'll do everything I can to help you. Freddie, I'll do anything. But please. Just don't do that' I pointed to the coke he had lined up on the dresser. 

He looked at me, then at my belly, then at the dresser and back at me. And then he done the one thing I wasn't expecting him to do.