Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 47 | Mindful

TW // Slight insinuation to Sexual Assault

Sarah and Fred were sat in the unused bathroom, where Sarah was cautiously dropping ingredients into a cauldron.

Fred, who had nothing better to do, was enjoying the company of his girlfriend whilst getting her input on ideas he had for Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

"Me and George are stuck on what to call it," Fred told Sarah, as she stirred her potion absent-mindedly.

"Hmm, well, fainting..." Sarah trailed off as she thought of good names.

Naturally, nothing came to mind.

"Stuck?" Fred asked with a grin.

"Yeah, this is hard!" Sarah complained, before turning back to her potion.

It was a sickly yellow colour, emitting pink steam.

"I don't think I've done this right," Sarah sighed, taking her mixing ladle out of the cauldron.

Fred pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning against, inspecting the liquid in the cauldron with intrigue.

After a moment of thinking, Fred turned to Sarah, "Yeah, maybe try again."

Sarah groaned, before dramatically flopping onto the floor. Fred laughed, before laying beside her.

"Is this potion really bothering you that much?" Fred asked, laying on his side.

The floor was uncomfortable, but he didn't pay it much mind. Sarah, who was laying on her back, was shuffling to get into a better position.

"No, it's not just that," Sarah replied, a frown appearing on her face.

There was so much going on in her head at the moment, that perhaps sharing it with Fred would lighten the burden a little.

"Talk to me," Fred stated.

That was all Sarah needed.

"The first thing is this whole you-know-who business. It's so terrifying not knowing what's going on," Sarah began, finally rolling onto Fred, who was much more comfortable than the floor.

Fred didn't seem to mind, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, absent-mindedly playing with her hair.

"I know. It's awful, but you know the Order won't let us in until we finish school," Fred replied, staring at the ceiling.

Sarah took a moment to reply, as she'd grown distracted by Fred's steady heartbeat that she could feel through his chest. It was oddly calming.

"Yeah. There's not much I can't do about that one," Sarah replied, snuggling further into Fred. It was cold in the bathroom and he was warm.

"What else?" Fred asked, softly.

"Montague," Sarah stated.

At the mention of the Slytherin Quidditch captain, Fred tensed.

"Has he done anything to you, again?" Fred demanded, his eyebrows furrowed with anger.

"No, but he's been staring at me in the corridors, and Capri has heard some awful rumours about what he said about me," Sarah replied, pushing Fred to the floor again.

She didn't want him leaving in a fit of rage.

"What has he said?" Fred demanded, his voice a low hiss.

"Well, he was talking about what he's going to do to me..." Sarah trailed off, her stomach plummeting.

Both Sarah and Fred knew what Montague meant by that.