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Fred couldn't decide if Devore was avoiding him or if he was avoiding her. He'd watch her when she walked by him, not sparing him a glance or a hello. She acted as cold as ever. Devore Taylor was a frustrating enigma that he couldn't figure out. She was once a girl who loved everything in life, and now she looked at the world in black and white. Fred wanted desperately to find the old her and pull her out, to show her the world again for what it truly was.
It was unusual to find Fred Weasley in a library. Mostly because him and George always got kicked out for being too loud. But he knew that Devore spent a lot of her time in the library, and he ventured through the multiple isles of books looking for her, until he found her reading a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. Smirking, Fred leaning against thr book case and crossed his arms. "It's been a while since i've seen you in here."
Hearing him, Devore rolled her eyes and looked up from the book. " Go away."
"I used to have to pull you away from this place."
She looked down at the book again, trying her best to ignore him. Fred kept his eyes on her. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"Well you found me. What do you want?" She asked without lifting her eyes from the page.
"We haven't talked since our romantic night in the kitchens."
His flirtatious tone almost made her gag. "I would hardly call that romantic."
"What was it then?"
"You interrupting my alone time and getting me drunk. In some places thats considered trying to take advantage of me, Weasley."
Fred hummed. "Okay, one, you were drinking first. Two, I would never do such a thing. And three, you seemed to be enjoying our time together that night, Taylor."
Devore sighed frustratingly and snapped the book shut. "And here you are again, ruining my alone time. Goodbye." She exaggerated and started walking away.
He grabbed her arm. "Okay, okay, there was a reason I was looking for you."
She glared at him. "Well get to it then!"
Fred looked around to make sure nobody was around and listening. "It was about that night, Dev. You look like you had been beaten up. Then I find you late at night trying to drown yourself in alcohol. What happened that day, Taylor?"
Devore's gaze darkened. "That's none of your business." She ripped her arm from his grasp and quickly started to leave the library, the red head not far behind her.
They got to the middle of the hall when Fred once again grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Did he hurt you? Malfoy? Did he hurt you?"
Devore looked anywhere but at his face. She swallowed so hard that the walls of her throat burned. It felt her chest was closing. "No, he didn't." She blurted out, not making eye contact with him.
