Lessons In Life || Fred Weasley

02.

FRED

I've never felt so entranced by someone else's beauty before. I've had my fair share of girlfriends, and not one of them has ever made me feel the way that she has. I have always seen her beauty, and I have always felt suffocated by it. Not once in my life have I ever wanted something so badly, yet never been able to reach it.

Not a day went by where Ophelia wasn't completely surrounded by her houser mates. She always smiled, laughed, and pretended she was alright. I knew better. I've always seen the possessive nature of Diggory, the anxious and fleeting looks from Ophelia.

I want her. I've wanted her since I saw her. But until last night, she wouldn't even look at me. The times that she would, she'd advert her eyes faster than I could blink. I never missed the glares Diggory sent my way, but I never stopped looking.

I also never expected the Hufflepuff Princess to propose such an idea. But looking down at her right now, her face flushed against my chest; I'm really glad that she did.

I've had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, the only ones who ever knew were George and Lee. "Maybe you'll make her fall in love with you." Lee had teased me earlier today during dinner. I had told them about the study dates, but nothing more. We had a secret together, and I never wanted to share it with anyone else.

I brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling at how gorgeous she was without any effort. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. We spent hours just talking, until our eyes had involuntarily closed.

She shared her favorite color; peach. I learned that her parents had both passed away, and she currently resided with her sweet muggle grandmother named Remi. She explained to me the importance that her grandma held to her, and even told me about the amazing cookies she would bake. I only hoped to one day find out for myself.

I learned that her middle name was Faye, and that no one outside of family and teachers knew what it was. She told me about the feelings she knew Diggory held for her, and how she wished that he didn't. How her entire life she'd been so sheltered from everything, that at some point, she couldn't even see the line between what was safe, and what wasn't.

For the first time ever, I saw Ophelia for more than just the girl she was made to be. I saw the anxiety, the depression, the happiness, & the excitement. Underneath it all, I saw a glimpse of the true version of her.

"Hey, princess. We gotta get up, the sun is starting to rise. I'd hate for you to get caught." I whispered, leaning down to kiss her cheek softly. Her eyes fluttered open, and an adorable yawn left her lips.

She pulled away from my chest, and began rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Hey," she whispered back in greeting, smiling over at me. The smile had came so quickly, that I was sure the dimple came first.

I stood up, offering a hand down to her. "Come on." She grabbed my hand and I pulled her up next to me. The height difference between us was cute, I'll admit. At 6'3" I definitely towered at least a whole foot over her. I grinned down at her, before leading us out.

"Fred, you don't have to walk me there, you could get caught if you take that long." She spoke after a few minutes, realizing that I was, in fact, walking with her back to her common room.

"My mother raised me better than that," I winked at her, my tone made it seem as if I was joking, when in fact; my mom did raise me better than that.