❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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THERE WAS NOTHING MORE aggravating and hateful to a stubborn and prideful Ravenclaw than failing. Putting all one's might, working day-in and day-out, just to fail. It was damn near blood-curdling. The month of November was nearly all gone, the cusp of the end of the year rapidly closing in. Especially with the approaching holiday, the was one thing that a certain witch occupying the west room in the flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes wanted. Rebecca Black wanted to be able to announce to her fiancé, Fred Weasley, that she was finally pregnant with their baby. Only, nothing was really working out in her favor.
She had thought it would be so easy, a one-and-done type of situation. After all, she was conceived after just one night. But, even with all the time passed in their locked bedroom, the early morning wake-up calls and the risqué, spontaneous goodnights, there had yet to be a singular positive test. The couple would sit within the adjoined bathroom, one of them usually leant up against the bathtub across from the other – and multiple tests would be splayed across the sink's counter. They'd wait the appropriate amount of minutes, fidgeting in their seats as they fought against stealing a peek before the other did. And yet, with each test, their hopeful features broke down to nothing more than a crestfallen smile.
And it went on, more and more tests returned negative, and Rebecca could easily feel the loss of hope. The bubbly, happy, hopeful feeling that she'd get each time she felt even the slightest bit under the weather, would be torn and shattered into dust within the span of a few seconds. That, and she wasn't blind. She could tell just how disappointed Fred was, growing more and more discouraged after each time he sat within the bathroom, at her side and with no good news. It honestly hurt her more just to see his saddened features in her direction than to see the unturned potion of a negative test.
Having caught the sight of the bedroom door suddenly opening, Rebecca quickly tucked the book she had been skimming under the duvet and cracked open the one at her side instead – gluing her eyes down to the text, only to find it upside down. Fred stepped into the room then, immediately catching sight of the book cover that was comically flipped over, and cocked up a mocking eyebrow in her direction.
"Love?" He prompted, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head slightly to one side as they met gazes.
Rebecca hummed, clearing her throat slightly as she subtly began turning over the novel, all while maintaining an easy eye contact.
"What were you reading before I came in the room?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," She insisted easily, waving the now upright book in her hand, "I've been reading this since last night."
