Falling Slowly (A Hogwarts Lovestory) - Fred Weasley Fanfiction

27 | Wie Es Geht (Fred's POV)

Wood was more eager than ever this year to win the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup. Training should've been over since two hours now but he was still forcing George and me to train a new beater strategy he had developed over and over again.
I was keeping an eye out on the bludger George was about to beat into my direction, when my eyes catched something, or rather someone, else. It was her. Julie Daniels was climbing up to the tribun to watch our training along with her friends.

I could see how indescribably beautiful she was even from far away. She was wearing that green sweater that matched her eyes so perfectly and her long blond hair was wagging in beautiful waves with every move she made.
"Fred! Watch out!", yelled George suddenly and I managed to strike the bludger back to him just in time. A second later it probably would've knocked me out completely.
"Sorry, George", I yelled back to my brother.
"I don't want to visit you in the hospital wing so can you please pay attention to the training?", George said annoyed and landed his broomstick next to me.
"Sorry", I said again.
"What were you looking at anyway?", he then asked and his eyes searched for the tribun. When he found Julie, he moaned angrily. "Honestly, Fred? Her again?", he whispered so Wood wouldn't hear it.
"Oh shut up", I muttered. "Let's get back to the training."
George watched me sceptically but he didn't say any further so we continued the training. I had to force myself not to look over to the tribun several times. What was this girl doing to me?

It was stupid to think she came here to watch me anyway, I knew that. She was probably here because of Oliver Wood.
Oliver and I had been quite good friends once but ever since he started dating Julie two years ago, our friendship had gone colder and we remained staying nothing more than team mates in Quidditch.
I learned what jealousy meant back then. The feeling of wanting something that someone else had. The feeling of wanting something you just cannot have so badly that it's eating you up from the inside. That was how I felt back then when I accidentally run into Oliver kissing Julie in front of the Gryffindor tower and I knew from that moment on that this girl meant more to me than anyone else before.

Of course I had noticed her before. It was on our very first day at Hogwarts when Professor McGonagall called her up and the Sorting Hat needed several minutes until it finally decided to put her into Gryffindor house. I reckoned that was because she had nearly every good trait that was required for the different houses.
She was brilliant and smart on the one hand so she could've easily fit into Ravenclaw but she was also caring and loyal and just which were all typical Hufflepuff characteristics. The Sorting Had at last decided that her bravery and determination must have been superior than the other traits so she was sorted into Gryffindor house alongside with my twin brother and me.
I remembered quite clearly how she had glanced with large eyes full of excitement at the Gryffindor table filled with all sorts of sweets as though she had never seen anything similar and asked me if it was allowed to eat everything she wanted. I don't even think she remembered that, but that was our first conversation ever.

After that, I had tried to catch her attention several times over the following years. I always tried to make jokes when she was around and I even postponed one of my best pranks once because she wasn't around that time. Hearing her laugh has always been the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
Unfortunately we never became friends although she seemed to find George and me pretty funny. Maybe I was trying too hard. I wasn't used to people not liking me at first sight so perhaps that was why I acted so strange around her sometimes, trying hard to catch her attention and make her laugh. But she went on challenging me over the years.
In fact, it took almost three years for us to become friends. The occasion for us to finally get along well was an essay she had to write for Snape about daisy roots. Our friendships had some ups and downs after that, but I always had the feeling that there was something more to it.
At last, after a long back and forth, we finally came close this summer. I will never forget how we first kissed. And then, that day of her fifteenth birthday, when we visited a concert together, I finally knew that I didn't just liked her a lot. That was the moment I knew that I loved her and I wanted to tell her ever since but I just didn't know how to do it.