Enough for You

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This chapter contains mature themes: 18+. Readers discretion is advised.
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"S what wrong?" Pansy asks as we sit in the great hall eating breakfast.

Toying around with a slice of toast in my hands, I respond with a quick "It's barely eight in the morning P, I'm just tired."

"No, you've been like this for a few days." she adds, catching the attention of a few others sitting around us.

"Yea....it was ever since you went to detention last week Sam. Did Trelawney say something? You know everything that comes from her is rubbish right?" Daphne interjects from her spot across from us.

Head still down, wide eyed as I sip on my pumpkin juice. "No everythings fine, stomach has just been feeling off is all."

"I thought you said you are tired?" Millie voices as she looks up from her plate as well.

All three girls staring down on me now, I finally look up to face them. "I'm fine whats with all the questions?"

Biting into the buttered toast, I turn around to glance in the direction of the Gryffindor table and once again he's nowhere to be seen.

It had been about a week since my encounter with Fred in the library, and I've been trying to avoid him ever since. Not looking up from my plate during meals, keeping my head down in class, and going straight to the common room so I wouldn't have to make conversation with him.

Physically this has been working, but mentally....he is the only thing my brain seems to think of.

The way his soft lips kissed me, how his skin felt when it met mine, and how good he made me feel in the moment.

"Where are the guys?" I ask as I tear my eyes away from the empty seats on the Gryffindor bench.

"Quidditch practice." one of the girls says.

"If you had been paying attention you would know that they keep trying to steal the field away from the bloody Gryffindors every morning." Pansy says turning to face me now.

"I don't think its been working. Oliver gets them up pretty early for practice, whereas Pucey can barely get the team out for late night training let alone mornings." Millie interjects.

"Well I guess they must've gotten the pitch this morning...." Daphne trails on as her eyes are glued on something at the front of the great hall.

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Do I Wanna Know? -  Arctic Monkeys
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While me and Pansy turn around, I notice so do many other heads from various different house tables. Murmurs and whispers being heard throughout.

And the floor begins to slightly quake as the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team comes storming in, visibly angry. Each tall, lean boy dressed in a red jersey as well as shin and arm guards that glint when the sun hits them through the stain glassed windows. And then I see him...

Among the boys is none other than Fred Weasley, his shaggy red hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his cheeks take on a strong red hue. His lip curled as he talks lowly with his brother, brows furrowed together in anger as they all walk through the large double doors of the great hall and over to their house table.

His adam's apple bobbing up and down as he speaks, toying with the velcro strap on his fingerless gloves he uses them to wipe the sweat off his forehead, fingers curled to make a fist so tight his freckled knuckles were turning white. He was angry.