❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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NOVEMBER LEFT AS quickly as it came, December soon arriving and bringing more snow and frost and cold, nose-nipping winds with it. With the nearing end of the first term, came an avalanche of schoolwork to get through. Alongside catering to everyone else's schedules, the DA meetings, and all other commitments – the holiday really couldn't have come soon enough. Though, for the last few days before the last DA meeting of the term, Harry Potter had been in a right ol' mood at any mention of the upcoming holiday. The overly dramatic teen's face usually held a slight pout, his arms folded over his chest and mind fuddled in childish anger and frustration.
"Alright, what is it?" Rebecca placed her quill down, folding her hands atop the quick-dry ink and cocking up an eyebrow at the bespectacled boy sat across from her.
"What is what?" Harry grumbled plainly, not meeting her gaze from across the table.
"Why are you being so mopey? Especially when everyone else is speaking of the holiday," She questioned, sparing a glance towards both Hermione and Ron who also caught wind of their conversation, "if anything, you should be happy to leave this stupid castle for a while."
"Oh yeah, and return to the Dursleys'?" He muttered back bitterly, faltering in his doodle of Buckbeak the Hippogriff on the margin of his half-finished notes, "I'd rather spend Christmas with Madam Toad-face."
"What are you on about?" Ron suddenly chimed in, his eyebrows furrowed, "You're coming over to the Burrow," At the look of confusion, he flushed a light shade of pink, "had I not said anything? Mum wrote and told me to invite you weeks ago!"
Harry made no sound, though his cheeks tinted pink and he looked significantly happier at the information. Hermione glanced between both boys, sharing an exasperated look with Rebecca before rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath – though, a fond smile was curling her lips upward, which she immediately hid into her palm as she continued her work. Suddenly, as the other three were returning to their work, two hands had came out from behind Rebecca's head, cupping over her eyes.
"Guess whooo." Fred's voice sang out by her ear, his breath fanning against her skin.
"Oh gosh, I don't know," She mused, humming mockingly, "could it be one of my roommates?"
"No." He answered shortly.
"Hmm...Scarlett?" Rebecca questioned, earning a small 'nuh uh' in return, "Is it my favourite Weasley?"
