As much as he hated it, Fred did as Theo told.
He waited for a signal. Something subtle that no one would notice but him.
And went it finally arrived after much expectancy, Fred felt as if the air had been trapped in his lungs.
He was no fool, and Theo wasn't either.
Fred would never admit it out loud, but the thought of Theo not being able to recover Beatrice's mind scared him to death.
And the thought that it was Beatrice the one who came up with a plan so dark and so sinister as to become ten times worst than the original Medusa if her memories were ever to be discovered, it made his shiver.
And at the same time, it turned him on.
Knowing that she was always one step ahead, no matter the situation, always ignited something in him.
Because it was true.
Beatrice Nott had the pathological need of being always right, and that could only ever be accomplished by being one step ahead.
Fuck it.
She was one mile ahead of everyone else for all he cared.
He had always admired that trait of hers. The never ending thinking.
The never ending planning.
Subtle and delicately like the petals of a rose.
Deadly and sharp like its thorns.
So when Theo let Fred know the only night that worked from him, the two of them came up with an easy plan that could be carried out without the slightest of mistakes to fix what had been broken.
Juliet was spending the day and night with Andromeda, meaning that one of his main worries could be crossed off his check list for the day.
Now all he had to do, was wait until nightfall to sneak Beatrice out of Grimmauld Place under a pretext she would never suspect.
And that was the tricky part.
One, managing to take out Beatrice without being seen, which was easier said than done considering that she in fact was still a wanted criminal that many of the Order and Opposition members wanted dead.
And two, convincing Beatrice with something she wouldn't be able to refuse, yet still you raise her suspicions. She was always suspicious that he was onto something anyway.
So by all means, he came up with something he knew she wouldn't refuse, and something that he had been wanting to do for a while now.
Beatrice was sitting comfortably on the small loveseat in her room, Bubble cuddled by her legs as she calmly read another tragic romantic muggle novel Fred had brought to her. And thinking of the devil, the latter apparated in front of her, making her jolt out of her seat.
"You scared my half to death!" Beatrice said loudly, closing the book and hitting his arm three times to emphasize her words. "Doors exist for a reason you fucking wanker."
"So when the kid is gone the sailor mouth comes back in action," Fred laughed and grabbed the book as she was about to hit him again, tossing it on the loveseat and making the cat hiss at him. "I really hate that fucking cat."
"And I really fucking hate you," Beatrice huffed and picked Bubble up, who purred contently in her embrace only to turn to Fred and hiss at him again, the latter who hissed mockingly in response.
"I'll get rid of you one day fur ball," Fred threatened. "Keep that up and I'll feed you to Voldy's big bad snake."
"Shut up," Bea laughed lightly. "Don't worry my sweet angel, he won't hurt you for as long as mumma is here."
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sapphire || fred weasley
FanfictionEveryone knew the cliché. It wasn't a secret. Cold hearted Slytherin falls for a warm and overly loud Gryffindor. That wasn't Beatrice's case. She was the cold hearted Slytherin, but the simple concept of love bored her to death. She had known love...