Hogwarts Romance

You Realize You Have Feelings For Each Other

Bill:

House: Any
    It was almost midnight in London and Bill was still at the office, finishing up his paperwork, when he heard a noise. Well, a voice to be exact. A very soothing voice that trailed down the hall and into his heart.
     He looked up, a bit startled at the sudden noise. He thought he had been alone in the office until now. He quickly shoved his belongings into his bag and stood up, headed in the direction of the voice.
    As he got closer, the voice grew clearer and he could finally make out the words of the song. He stopped in the doorway of an office, peering in to see you filing paperwork and delivering a rendition of "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division; which had always been one of Bill's favorite Muggle bands.
    Your voice was a higher pitch than Ian Curtis', causing a different auditory experience of the song; but honestly, Bill was enjoying your rendition much more than the original.
    He smiled and leaned against the doorframe, just watching you in awe. You were completely in your own world, bobbing your head along as you sang to yourself without a care in the world.
    He thought you were magnificent.
    At some point, Bill found himself starting to sing along with you. The sound of his voice startled you and caused you to almost jump out of your skin. "Shit!" You screamed, dropping some of your papers.
    A wave of guilt and embarrassment flooded through Bill and he immediately bent down to pick up the papers. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly.
    He stood, holding the papers out to you and you relaxed immediately upon seeing him. Bill had always been kind to you and he had a very calming aura. You had always felt safe around him. Not to mention, he was incredibly attractive. "It's okay," you said breathily before letting out a laugh. "Damn, I thought I was alone."
    "I thought I was too," he said, with a smile on his face. You took the papers from him and set them down on a desk.
    "Sorry you had to hear that," you said, referencing your singing.
    He shook his head. "Don't be sorry! That was a real treat. You sing beautifully."
    You felt your face flush and you tried to hide behind your hands. "Th-thank you, Bill. You're not too bad yourself."

Fred:

House: Any
    Well, Fred had liked you since the moment he first laid eyes on you. He knew that he must have you in his life in one way or another; and he went to great lengths to make sure that happened.
    But of course, being Fred, he was annoying about it.
    And he loved to get you flustered.
    He'd go out of his way just to pester you, knowing he'd get to see your cute reactions. For instance, you'd be walking down the hall with your friends and he would come running out of nowhere, pick you up, spin you around a few times, and then run off again; leaving you in a tizzy. Then he'd watch from afar and smile to himself as you blushed madly. Or, he would find you when you were studying in the library and sit down right next to you, trying to get you to talk to him. You would always give him a look and tell him to be quiet, but of course that only meant he'd get louder which got you both kicked out of the library by Madam Pince. It was things like this that made you want to kill Fred Weasley; until one day, when you didn't see him all day, you got worried.
    You got so worried that you actually went looking for him, but ended up only finding his twin brother, George. When you saw him eating alone in the Great Hall, you were even more worried and you rushed over to George.
    "George," you said, making him look up at you. "Where's Fred? I haven't seen him all day."
    George smiled at you, knowingly. "Worried about him, are we?" You rolled your eyes and glared at him which only made him laugh. "He's in the Hospital Wing. Caught a nasty cold or something. I didn't think he needed to go see Pomfrey, but he insisted. Turns into a bit of a baby when he gets sick."
    You nodded quickly. "Thank you, George! I'll see you later."
    You turned around swiftly and raced down the hall to the Hospital Wing. When you entered, you saw Fred in one of the beds looking rather pale. You ignored Madam Pomfrey's protests and rushed straight over to him, pulling up a chair next to his bed.
    He grinned widely when he finally saw you. "Hey, Y/N."
    "Don't 'hey, Y/N' me. You scared me," you told him.
    "I scared you? And how on earth did I manage to do that?" He asked sarcastically.
    You rolled your eyes. "You didn't come to torment me today."
    "Aw, you were worried about me, weren't you?" He said cheekily.
    "I was not!" You protested, though the look in your eyes told a different story.
    He laughed at your failed attempt to throw him off, but the laugh quickly turned into a cough and you instinctively reached out and took his hand in yours. You hated to admit it, but you really weren't happy that he was sick. Your heart ached for him, even though you knew he was going to be fine. You didn't like seeing him this way.
    "Not worried about me, huh?" He asked, hoarsely. You narrowed your eyes at him and huffed. "I'm okay, Y/N. It's just a cold," he said seriously.
    "I know, I just-" You sighed, playing with his fingers.
    "You just what?"
    "I don't know. I just don't like seeing you like this."
    He smiled again at this, giving you a knowing look and squeezing your hand. You were a bit peeved off that he could see right through you, but you just couldn't stay annoyed with him, and you finally gave in to the realization that you cared for Fred a lot more than you let on.