Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Thirty-two

I walked through the door to my house almost a week after, having spent the day with Max at his house.

The door shut behind me, and my attention fell on August who walked down the stairs, followed by his friends, including Fred.

My breath hitched in my throat and I took a step back, my back hitting against the wooden door.

I hadn't seen or talked to Fred since before I found out I was pregnant. He had written me, knowing I was sick, and told me he'd be over to see me, but each time he planned to stop by, I left.

I couldn't face him, but now he was there, and his eyes landed on me, causing him to falter.

August and his other friends continued through the house, not noticing that Fred didn't follow.

"Hey." He let out a heavy breath, taking a few steps towards me.

"Hi."

He folded his arms over his chest and looked to the side for a moment before looking at me again.

"You've been avoiding me."

"No I haven't."

He raised his eyebrows at me, then sighed. "You don't write me back. You know when I'll be over, yet you leave before I get here and you don't get back until after I leave. Why are you avoiding me?"

I looked down at the floor, fidgeting with my fingers.

Fred stepped even closer, reaching down to stop the fidgeting of my hands. Then he grabbed one of them and led me upstairs, and into my room.

He shot the door, turning towards me.

"Mavis..." he said softly as I let go of his hand. "What's going on?"

Oh god...

I was shaking my head, looking at him and my heart was beating so fast I could feel it against my rib cage.

"Mavis—"

"I'm—" I gulped, shutting my eyes. "Please just... I can't say it."

"Say what?"

"Open the bottom drawer in my desk." I told him, and he frowned at me.

He looked so confused, but he still walked over to the desk, and I followed him with my eyes.

I watched as he crouched down, his eyes on me while he pulled out the drawer. He then dropped his eyes from my face, and I could see him freeze as his eyes landed on the many positive tests in the drawer.

He didn't say anything. He just stared at them, completely frozen.

After a while, he closed the drawer again, then slowly stood up, turning around. He leaned back against the desk, eyes glued to the floor.

"Say something." I breathed, resting my hands on top of mine. "Please."

He shook his head in disbelief, and then he looked at me. I couldn't read his expression.

He ran a hand down the length of his face, releasing a shaky breath.

"I don't know what to say." He said quietly, and I took a step back, staring at him while the tears started to flow.

Fred saw that I started crying, and he pushed off the desk. He walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as tightly as he could.

"I'm so sorry." I cried into his chest.

"Why are you sorry? It's my sperm that caused this."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh along with the sobs and the tears.