The Language of Flowers | Fred Weasley

27: K A L M I A -treachery

My towel dropped to the ground but I hardly noticed. Fred held me, his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. There was a sensation of helplessness, a sense that I couldn't pull away, despite trying hard to convince myself that I didn't want to kiss Fred. But it was me who deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around Fred's neck.

My heart was racing, whether from fear or excitement, I'll never know, because my heart nearly stopped at the sound of Snape's voice. "Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

I pulled away from Fred, all of the warmth leaving my body with him as I realized what just happened. I stood there, mouth agape, as my eyes flicked between Fred and Snape. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin!

I just kissed Fred Weasley. I kissed him.

"That's a week's worth of detention for you both." Snape grumbled before he turned and left us alone again, his robe whipping wildly behind him.

I stared at Snape's retreating figure until he was out of sight, before my eyes glanced over at Fred. He was already looking at me, looking at me like I was a puzzle he couldn't figure out how to solve.

I didn't say anything to him, to try and explain myself because Fred was right, there were no words. I ran. I ran faster than I had ever before, leaving Fred behind before he could say anything.

It was so late I knew everyone would be back in the common room by now. I had no idea what I was going to say to my friends, there was no possible way I could tell them about my kiss.

Oh Merlin, I could cry. Fred Weasley just kissed me and I kissed him back.

I wasn't able to form a coherent sentence by the time I had run up several more flights of stairs(that made ten flights in the last hour), so thankfully the doorway into the common room was already open. I entered quickly, hoping I could make it up the stairs to my dorm without being questioned. I wanted to explain things to my friends, not anyone else.

The only people in the common room were Harry and Ron, the latter looking angry and upset. I walked past them swiftly, I'd stay out of their business if they stayed out of mine. I didn't want to hang around in the common room anyways, I would never be able to look at Fred ever again. Never.

I barely made it up the stairs to my dorm, my feet aching. I was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure.

I stood outside my dorm for a moment, my mind still trying to digest everything that had happened today. I had so much to think about.

I fought back tears, today was the hardest day of my life. I wanted to talk to Mum, wanted to ask her what she would do, how she would have reacted to today. I wanted her to hold me as I cried, wanted her to give me advice. I wanted her to tell me if she thought I liked Fred, if I had really meant to kiss him or if it was just a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing.

That wasn't possible though, even if Mum had wanted to be there, she wasn't allowed to. And she didn't wanted to be here with me, she was in Brazil partying, living her best life. It would be summer the next time I would be able to talk to her, and I couldn't capture today in a letter. I just wanted some comfort, I didn't need it from Mum.

I wiped away a stray tear, taking in a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Everyone was huddled around the three beds in the center of the room, comforting a crying Hermione. Hermione was bawling her eyes out, rambling angrily. It might have just been me but I had no idea what she was going on about, all I knew was that it probably had to do with Ron and Harry. Eh, probably just Ron.

A few people turned to me when I closed the door behind me, their eyes wide and questioning, but Hermione needed their attention right now. Everyone one from earlier was here except for Adhera, I didn't even want to know where she was right now, or what she was doing. I shuddered, throwing my shoes down gently in front of my bed.