sapphire || fred weasley

thirty-eight

Beatrice squinted his eyes, feeling the soreness in every muscle of her body as she let out a pained grunt. She gently rubbed her temple with her middle and index finger before opening her eyes.

She was in Fred's bed. The curtains were drawn, the entire room dark and slightly cool which she assumed came from a charm he casted. She turned her gaze around and saw him carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, softly strumming his acoustic guitar shirtless.

She felt as if she had blacked out from drinking, resulting in the worst hangover she had even experienced.

"Freddie?" she rasped, voice cracking since her throat was dry and ached.

"Hey" he set down his guitar and rushed to her side, pressing his palm on her forehead and checking her face almost as if she had been injured. "You're awake."

"What happened?" she cleared her throat, accepting the large glass of water he handed to her.

"A couple of nights ago we went for a run with George and your blood sugar dropped," he stroked her hair soothingly.

"That's weird, that's never happened to me before," she mumbled. "I can't remember even going out for a run."

"Yeah, I told you to eat something before we left but you didn't listen," he muttered, avoiding her piercing gaze.

"Sounds like me," she smiled tiredly. "But why does my entire body feel like it's been stomped on by chimera then?"

"You fainted and hit your head pretty hard," Fred explained.

"Also sounds like me," Bea nodded. "How long have I been asleep for?"

"Three days."

"Damn, did you take me to St Mungo's?" she asked.

"No, I sent a patronus to Madam Pomfrey and she came to check you up," he added. "Said it was a mild concussion."

"Oh," she yawned, head beginning to pound violently again. "I'm still terribly tired."

"I'll let you get back to sleep after you've had some food," he pressed his lips in a tight smile and wordlessly made his way towards the door, leaving her confused.

"Will you be coming to sleep with me?" she asked quietly, trying to get him to meet her eyes.

"You're hurt Tris, I don't think it would be appropriate to sleep together while you're injured," he said coldly.

"That's bullshit," she shook her head. "Cuddling will make me feel better."

"Tris-"

"You've never opposed to sleeping with me before, what's changed?" she frowned.

"Nothing," he sighed. "I'll make you some pasta and then we can sleep I guess."

"Alright," she smiled. "Can you give me a kiss before you leave?"

She could see the faint hesitation in Fred's eyes. It was almost as if he didn't know how to act in front of her which was not normal. They had been together for months now and he had never acted that oddly.

He didn't kiss her lips like he normally did when she playfully demanded his attention.

No.

He just pressed his cheek on hers for a brief moment, lips barely ghosting over her cheekbone. As if she was a friend and not his girlfriend. The person he repeatedly said to love most in the entire world.