Catch Me, I'm Falling | Fred Weasley

Chapter 31

Olivia giggled as Fred hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"F-fred," she gasped between giggles. "Wha-where are you taking me?"

Fred grinned. "Somewhere fun, of course. Have you ever been to the room of requirement?"

Olivia stopped giggling. "The what?" Her face scrunched in confusion.

"Georgie and I discovered it a while ago. It's a room that appears when one needs it. And I really need a room right now," Fred said. Olivia didn't need to see his face to know that he had his lips pulled into a smirk. Bastard.

The two were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't pay close attention to their surroundings. George was walking down the hall, making his merry way to the Gryffindor common room, when he heard giggling. At first, he thought nothing of it, continuing down the hall. Yet, part of him grew suspicious. After all, it seemed his brother had a special talent for making people laugh.

As the sound grew closer, George startled. That was Fred's voice, he was sure of it. But who was the other person? George grew nearer.

Meanwhile, Olivia had wriggled out of Fred's arms. She was successful, but she managed to disentangle herself only to fall on her rump. The two stared at each other for one silent moment, simultaneously burst out laughing.

Once they'd finished rolling on the floor clutching their stomachs, Fred reached out a hand, "Sorry, Darling. Want a hand?"

Olivia huffed. "No thank you. Not after last time."

"What was wrong last time?"

"What was wrong? You hauled me over your shoulder and kidnapped me, that's what," Olivia answered. Fred was grinning.

"Aw, but you love it," he took a step closer.

"Don't flatter yourself, Weasley," Olivia made an attempt at remaining strong.

Fred leaned so close that she could feel his breath on her lashes. "What was that?"

"Hm? Nothing," Olivia said innocently, fluttering her lashes.

"Oh really?" Fred traced a finger along her jawline. Olivia shuddered.

"Mmm," she hummed shakily.

"I see how it is," Fred grinned, then leaned down and kissed her. Olivia's willpower crumbled. Soon they were leaning against the wall, snogging. Their hands searched each other's bodies greedily.

As George grew closer and closer to the shadows, he saw two distinct figures. One was undoubtedly Fred, but who was the other? Surely Fred wouldn't mind if George took a peak. Besides, it was George's responsibility to know, to make sure his twin was making good choices. At least, that's what George told himself to justify the invasion of privacy.

As he drew closer, the figure seemed more and more familiar. Wavy brown hair, short in stature. Was that- no, it couldn't be.

"Olivia?" the name spilled out of George's mouth like a question. Fred and Olivia sprang apart like fireworks, faces red and eyes wide.

Fred ran a nervous hand through his hair. "George, what-"

George interrupted him. "You two? How long?" The question was a command.

"A bit," Fred answered, attempting to evade the question. George was having none of it.

"How long?" he repeated.

"About a month," Olivia said quietly, hating to see the anger in George's usually calm eyes. George spared her a glance, then looked back at Fred. He didn't want to be mad at the girl. But his brother...

"And you didn't think to tell me." George's voice was even. There was no shakiness or explosive rage. No, this was much, much worse.

"We didn't want to-" Fred started.

Olivia jumped in to save him. "It was my fault, George. I wanted to keep it a secret. Please don't be mad."

George sighed. "I'm not mad at you, Olivia. This is between me and my brother, now go."

Olivia gave a nod. She shared one last sympathetic look with Fred before scurrying back to her dorm. When she was gone, George turned back to Fred.

"So," George said. "Olivia."

"Mm," Fred hummed, carefully watching George's expression.

"You finally got with the girl you've fancied for so long and you didn't think to tell me?"

"Yes, it appears so," Fred gave a nod.

"You're unbelievable," George put a hand to his brow.

"Are you-" Fred asked, breaking the silence.

"No, Fred. Of course I'm not fine. I hate it when you keep secrets from me. You know what? I can't- I just can't look at you right now. I'm heading to the common room." George turned on his heel. "Don't show your face," he said gruffly before storming down the hall.