Speak Now sequel: Leave Me Behind (Fred Weasley Fic)

"You and me"

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It was a loud bang that tore me from my heavenly sleep, and I shot up, making Fred wake. The window I had left ajar flew open with a violent gust of wind and then came back and slammed shut noisily. I winced at the noise and disruption of such a perfect, dreamful sleep, and I crawled over Fred's heavy body to close the window. As my tired hands fumbled to do up the hatch, a yawn escaped my lips and I noticed a figure standing outside. Jack stood there waving awkwardly up at me with a goofy smile, but even with his lighthearted behaviour, my stomach churned. I wasn't sure if it was Jack himself that made me feel so uneasy, or whether I felt uneasy knowing that my relationship was reforming with him while I was still in love with Fred. I smiled nonetheless, and jogged out of the room, down the stairs, out of the house and into his strong arms. "How'd you know where I was?" I asked him, mumbling into his chest, and he shrugged, pulling away.

"George told me- said you weren't feeling well." He explained, scanning me and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Hmm?" I hummed before my eyes widened and I nodded quickly. "Oh yeah, I'm fine now- feeling much better!" I lied, "So what are you doing here?" I quickly changed the topic when he gave me a quizzical look.

"I wanted to talk to you, and I knew I needed to just man up and do it. I want to know if you would take my idiot ass back- be my girlfriend again, like old times?" He asked me and I was taken aback- stared stupidly before I glanced up at the window I once stood in, to find Fred looking down at us with a scowl. I turned to Jack and sighed discretely, and knowing my answer wasn't fair on Jack, I smiled.

"I would really, really like that..." I said and he smiled. Jack was my only hope at moving on from Fred, and I knew that I was being selfish, but maybe it didn't have to be a destructive selfishness.

"Come out to celebrate with me!" He exclaimed with a smile and I smiled back,

"Well I would have to ask Mrs Weasley's permission- why don't you come in for breakfast? Mrs Weasley's making hash browns, bacon and eggs!" I exclaimed excitedly, and Jack looked warily, and it seemed before he could say no, he glanced back at Fred and then smiled at me, kissing my forehead.

"Sounds perfect," he whispered against my skin and I grinned, grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him with joy. Someone desired me- someone who made me feel alive- no matter how dark he appeared. I grasped Jack's hand in mine and we walked inside and took our seats at the table. Mrs Weasley grinned as she greeted Jack and myself, chatting with a large smile as she dished us up platefuls of breakfast. It wasn't long until Fred and Mr Weasley wandered down the stairs, and while Mr Weasley warmly welcomed Jack into his home, Fred was anything but welcoming.

"You're in my spot." Fred said bluntly to Jack, and Jack looked up with an amused smirk.

"Fred, find another spot." I said through gritted teeth in a near whisper- pleading for him to do it out of fear. Jack was spontaneous and hotheaded, and when he looked at Fred he felt dangerous, and I genuinely feared for my best friend. I knew from a young age that Frederick thought of himself is a tough guy with a witty attitude, but as the years went on and I saw the other side's of him, I realised he only really had the right to call himself witty.

"Fred don't be silly, take a seat." Mr Weasley scolded, and reluctantly Fred pulled up a seat opposite myself, while Jack smiled at Mrs Weasley who leaned over his shoulder to dish up another fried egg.