sapphire || fred weasley

sixty-four

Slight mature and triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

September, 2003

In all honesty, Fred didn't really understand how it all started.

He just knew that it happened once and it continued to happen after a year.

It was a secret. He was the one who set out that rule.

No one was to know. Ever.

He already felt guilty enough as it was and the last thing he wanted was to be guilt shamed by Amelia and Beatrice's friends.

He hated himself for it. He really did.

But Fred was a man.

A sexually active man with a high sex drive that only his wife had been able to match.

He and Katie Bell had been friends since his third year and her second one, when she had made the quidditch team.

During their school years, he had never seen her in any romantic aspects. He only saw her as a friend and team mate, end of the story.

She was sweet and nice and innocent, always quiet and the complete opposite of him.

He was too busy sleeping around and secretly crushing on Beatrice to pay attention to Katie.

Beatrice was just compelling to him. To pretty much anyone who crossed her path actually.

Long and wavy dark brown hair. Sharp aristocratic features, making her resemble a queen from a faraway land and a Greek goddess at the same time. She was tall and curvy and simply stunning.

But the thing about Beatrice Nott, is that even though her physical beauty was never overlooked, it was the mystery behind her bright blue eyes that drove people to her.

She was rebellious and a party animal, yet at the same time academically driven and was always within the highest marks in every subject but DADA. She was quiet and reserved, only speaking when she wanted to and not when spoken to.

The chatter that followed her around, said that she was a bitch and mean because she didn't speak back. Because she only observed. True, she wasn't always as nice as she could have been.

She was good to those who gave her the same treatment.

And a little cruel to those who weren't. At least to those she deemed worthy of receiving her words, which was a rare occurrence.

The reputation placed like a target on the back of her head was nothing but a compilation of rumors, coming from envious and bitter mouths of boys she rejected and girls who were jealous.

Man eater. False. Cunt. Not entirely true, yet not entire false. Bitch. Depended on which mood she was caught on. Death eater daughter. True, though, never confirmed.

Beatrice internally loved to hear every new rumor said about her. And she always smiled when a new one tailed her along.

And her smile, it even drove him insane to try and decipher it years back.

Her smile would always remind that even when you thought you knew Beatrice Nott, you didn't at all.

She only showed you what you wanted to see, but you would never know the real her.

You never knew what was real and what was a figment of your imagination.

That, was the beauty of Beatrice Nott.