sapphire || fred weasley

twenty-eight

Triggering and mature content, viewer discretion advised.

There is a particular beauty in tragedies that Beatrice Nott always found compelling.

Wuthering Heights.

The Great Gatsby.

Anna Karenina.

Romeo and Juliet.

The latter was her personal favorite. And one of the many beauties of said play, was that its analysis would highly depend on the reader.

Beatrice liked to see the simplicity of it like a garden of beautiful red roses. The tragedy of it on the other hand, was like weeds intertwining themselves around the roses, thorns unable to fight against them. Strangling them until they withered and no more life persisted in the rose garden.

Two star crossed lovers of opposite households. Destined to be together. Destined to glue the exploding star back together. And destined, to their own doom brought upon them by love.

Fred hated himself for what he was about to do. He really did.

He hated the fact that he was going to be lying to the person he loved the most in the entire world. He hated that fact that if Beatrice found out, she would never be able to look at him in the eyes again.

But no matter how much he hated it, he also knew that he was the only Order member who could do so. After all, he was the most skilled legillimens and occlumens, besides Dumbledore, Snape and Regulus Black.

Beatrice was reading the Daily Prophet while having her morning coffee in her workshop. Amelia was upstairs, studying about wand woods after her sister mentioned that she would quiz her on them at any given moment during the day when loud knocking ricocheted through the wand shop's walls.

She stood up annoyedly and went over to open the door, not being at all surprised by the tall man who stood in front of her with a bouquet of red roses. Without exchanging a single word, Bea let him in and closed the door again, locking it with a spell which Fred noticed from the corner of his eye.

She led the way back to the workshop and closed the door, turning around to face him and both of them finally noticed the dark bags under each of their eyes. The lifeless pale cheeks and tired features.

"I'm sorry," Fred sighed. "I said shit that I didn't mean and I hurt you, so I really am sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Bea said quietly and looked into his eyes. "I said some shit that I didn't mean as well. I love you."

"I love you more," he put the roses down and cupped her cheek. "This week and a half without you has been hell. I can't lose you Tris."

"I can't lose you either Freddie," she nuzzled his palm.

"So are we okay?" he pressed his forehead on hers.

"We're okay," she breathed as he connected his lips with hers lovingly, with the tiniest hint of sorrow laced within.

She knew they wouldn't be okay.

Two star crossed lovers of opposite households. Destined to be together. Destined to glue the exploding star back together. And destined, to their own doom brought upon them by love.

"The attacks on muggle families have increased," Fred blurted as he observed Beatrice carve a wand with upmost detail.

"So I have read," she said without lifting her eyes from what she was doing.