Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Twenty-eight

I helped Spencer load his trunk, the two of us pulling it up onto the train.

Then we stepped back down, and I sighed as I looked at my little brother who was a lot taller than me.

"Don't miss me too much." Spencer grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, hugging me.

"Trust me, I won't." I assured him, patting his back. "I'm going to write you each day and tell you how peaceful everything is without you."

"Oh piss off." He scoffed, stepping back. "Have fun being hated by August."

He waved cockily at me and I faked a smile, watching him turn around to walk back to mum and dad.

Mum was currently babying Flora, hugging her so tightly that she could barely breathe, and Eliza was hugging them both.

Eliza's best friend was leaving for Hogwarts.

Mum had to say goodbye to yet another child. She always hated this part. We had all experienced being hugged to death by mum before leaving on the train.

We stayed and waved at Spencer and Flora when they were on the train and the train left the platform.

Dad, mum, Eliza and I were the only ones here to say goodbye. Everyone else said their goodbye from home.

Once the train was out of sight, dad wrapped an arm around mum and pulled her close.

Mum was shedding a few tears, so I decided that we should probably leave her and dad alone for a moment.

"You wanna go get a hog dog from the food truck outside?" I asked as I wrapped an arm around Eliza.

"If you're paying." She shrugged, and I laughed, leading the way off the platform and out of the train station.

I bought Eliza a hotdog, and then we sat down on one of the benches.

"What do I do now?" She asked as she looked up at me.

"I don't know. What do you do now? You can always write her."

"Yeah but that isn't the same."

"I know." I sighed, leaning back. "But she'll be back for Christmas and then the two of you can catch each other up on everything that has happened since."

Eliza looked up at me as she took a bite of her hotdog.

"Why do people kiss each other?" She asked, her mouth full of food.

I raised my eyebrows, looking down at her. "That was a sudden change of conversation. Why do you want to know that?"

She shrugged.

"I just do."

"Well, people kiss for all kind of reasons." I told her. "Because they love each other. Because they like each other. Some people kiss just because they're attracted to each other."

"And you and Fred?" She asked. "Why do you kiss?"

"Oh..." I cleared my throat. "You've seen that, then?"

She nodded.

"Well, Fred and I like each other." I told her. "Boyfriends and girlfriends also kiss."

Eliza hummed, staring off into the air while eating her hotdog.

"I wish I had a boyfriend." She then sighed loudly, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"You have loads of time, Eliza. You're only nine."

-

A few weeks passed since September first, and Fred and I had stopped counting out dates. We spent a lot of time together at his flat, eating together, sleeping together both literally and figuratively.

Sometimes George had to leave the room. He described our affection as "sickening".

"What do you think of this?" I asked, passing the notebook to Fred as we sat in the sitting room of my home.

He read over the words I had written, nodding in a way of telling me he was impressed.

"Sounds like something for Harvey."

Harvey and August had decided to go ahead and start that band they were talking about. Harvey was going to be the lead singer, and August would play the guitar.

They were looking for a bassist, and somehow, Harvey had convinced me to write their first song.

"They want to have their own band, yet they can't write their own shit." I said, shaking my head as I took back the notebook, continuing to work over lyrics in my head.

"Cranky, huh?" Fred laughed, running a hand up my leg and down again.

"It's annoying!" I complained. "I never wanted them to start a band, yet I'm stuck writing them a song, and one of them hates me, so tell me again why I'm doing this?"

"If you don't want to do it, then why did you agree to it?" He asked me. "And August doesn't hate you."

I scoffed, because August definitely still hated me.

"I'm tired." I sighed, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, my legs resting across Fred's lap.

"Do you want to go upstairs and cuddle?" He asked. "Maybe take a nap?"

"Fuck yes." I nodded, pulling myself to my feet. Fred followed me, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him with me upstairs.

When we got to my bedroom, I threw myself on the bed, wincing at the pain in my boobs.

"Ow." I muttered, rolling onto my back.

"What?" Fred joined me on the bed, pulling me against him.

"Nothing. My tits are a little sensitive." I yawned. "I get my period tomorrow, and my tits always get sensitive."

"Poor baby." He mocked, and I turned around to face him, slapping his shoulder.

"Shut up. You're a guy so you have no knowledge of how terrible a period can be."

Fred smiled at me as he pushed hair behind my ear.

"I know, darling. I can't imagine having to bleed like that for a long time."

"Well, I only really bleed for four days." I said. "But those are the worst four days of every month. I'm in so much pain constantly."

"I'm sorry." He pouted at me, running his hand up and down the back of my thigh.

I moved my hand up to his face, running my finger down the bridge of his nose. Then I trailed my finger over his cheekbone, his jawline. I traced his lips and then leaned in to kiss them.

Fred hummed against me, obviously enjoying that kiss, so I decided to give him another kiss, one identical to the first one.

"I have to pee." I said, breaking the soft moment going on between us.

Fred laughed as he let go of me, letting me leave the bed.

I walked to the bathroom, locked all the doors, and when I got back to the bedroom, Fred was sitting against the headboard with a book in his hands.

"What're you reading?" I asked as I cuddled up to him, laying my head on his chest.

"It's yours." He told me, showing it to me. "I'm not reading it. I was just browsing, trying to get an idea of what you're currently reading."

I hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I haven't opened it in a few weeks." I said. "Got bored with it so it's just been laying there."

"Yeah?"

"Yep, but you can read it if you want." I smiled. "Then tell me if it got better after chapter twelve."