Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

{ Song: Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo }

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 / 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

It hurts to find out about something that you never wanted to know, but wondering hurts just as much. The silence in the dorm that replaced our conversation when a question had been asked between the lines is the time it takes to pick the petals from a flower.

Loves me.

Loves me not.

Loves me.

Loves me not.

Loves me.

Loves someone else.

The higher you fly, the further you fall and now that I have forgotten to make the walls of my fragile heart bulletproof, the broken arrows of cupid look dangerously sharp as they aim to shoot me down.

"Nova, I'm so- I'm so sorry, I had no idea" George says quietly, "Shit, this is bad"

"Yeah, I don't know either" I mumble.

Even if George was the one who said it out loud, he wasn't the one who did something wrong. Trying not to jump to conclusions is nearly impossible, especially when the facts speak loud and clear for themselves.

Someone else was here. Someone else was moaning Fred's name. Someone else had the better half of me as if he had been theirs.

Neither George nor I have a clue what to say now that it has become apparent that we have both believed things that no one had cared to correct. He would probably tell me more if he only knew, but he can't possibly have the answer to a question that we didn't know that we would have to ask.

Right when it feels like my chest is about to tear itself apart and my body begins to ache from being anxiously tense, Fred walks out of the bathroom with his effortless half smirk that used to make me feel safe. It takes him a few moments to realise that the blissful love in his eyes is not mirrored in mine as he walks towards me. He comes to a stop when he senses the way that everything seems to be on pause between the walls in the dorms, his gaze flickering between me and George.

"Something wrong?" he asks and laughs nervously, "Are you guys okay? Did something happen?"

"You tell me" George mumbles in response.

The colour quickly drains from Fred's face and he clenches his jaw with his eyes fixed on George, maybe because he exaggerated or maybe because he was saying more than he should have known. I had meant it every time I said that I would wait a lifetime for Fred if I had to, and something about this whole situation makes me wonder if I will have to wait until the next.

"What did you tell her?" he says and glares at George with a kind of anger in the tone of his words that is barely concealed by the excessive calmness.

"Honestly? I don't even know mate, looks like you've got some explaining to do" he says and raises his eyebrows meaningfully, "I really thought you'd changed Freddie, I'll give you guys some space"