Playing It Safe {Fred Weasley x Reader}

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Ollie pulled me away, and towards the entrance of the Great Hall. I kept scanning the crowd behind us for Fred, but he had disappeared into the swarm of elegantly dressed students. 

"Is everything all right, Y/N?" 

I turn my head and my attention back to Oliver, who was giving me a concerned look. I take a deep breath and wear a soft smile.

"Everything is great." Kill me now.

We enter the ballroom, which was actually very impressive. I gasp as we step inside the icy scene, trying to let myself enjoy this. I was here, no matter if it was with Fred or Oliver. I was here, and that's what mattered. We found a spot to stand as the champions and their dates walked in, and started the symbolic dance. Soon, other couples joined in and the room was a blur of twirling skirts and dress robes.

"Would you like to dance?" The hopeful smile on Oliver's face went unnoticed by me as I nervously looked around the ballroom. 

"Uhm, maybe in a bit"

"Can I get you something? Punch? Cake"

I smile. "Water would be great"

He rushed off in the direction of the food table. I take a seat in the nearest chair with a sigh, and put my head in my hands. I'm here, and that's what matters. I'm here and that's what matters. But no matter how many times I repeated that to myself, my head pounded and my mind flooded with the image of Fred, walking away. A tap on my shoulder brings me back to the present.

"For you." Oliver grins and hands me a glass of water. I give him a grateful smile as he sits beside me.After we talk for a bit, an agree to dance with him. We dance for a couple of fast songs, and then a slow song comes on. I'm honestly feeling sick to my stomach now, and I can't tell if it's from the excessive dancing that I should not be partaking in or from the fact that I still haven't seen Fred once. He holds me closer, and I can tell he wants me to rest my head on his shoulder but I don't. I can't. Not when I'm picturing Fred in his place right this very moment. 

"Ollie-" I start when he cuts me off with a soft chuckle.

"Let me guess, you're about to tell me these past few weeks have been great, but you think we should stay friends?" He gives me a sideways smile. I gape at him.

"How did you-" He laughs again, with a shake of his head.

"It's obvious Y/N. You're in love with Weasley." 

Suddenly my cheeks heat up. I open my mouth to protest, but then shut it again. I can't deny it. 

"It's okay. At first, I thought I could change your mind. I thought I could make you see me like that instead of him. But now I realize, even if you change someone's mind, you can't change their heart. And your heart does not belong to me. It belongs to him."

I swallow hard, and follow his glance in the direction of Fred himself, leaning against the wall, staring straight at us. 

"I'm sorry Ollie. I really do like you, a lot. But I guess..." I look down at my shoes. "I guess it's like you said. My mind was changed but my heart was not." Which was true. I had convinced myself that Oliver was the right choice, because I couldn't allow myself to get close to Fred like that when I was sick like I was.