Adele Black: The End

When Pigs Fly

Adele Black: The End

When Pigs Fly

The next few months consisted of Draco struggling with his identity. When I had returned to Grimmuald, I told Hermione, Ron, Harry and Draco everything. Draco was dumbfounded and in shock, and he drank an entire bottle of firewhisky that Kreacher found in the kitchen.

Within those months Harry and Ron joined the Auror program, and were now trainees and even taking on their own cases. Hermione had gone back to Hogwarts to complete her NEWTS. Draco, who was still struggling with figuring out who he was— he had gone from being what he thought was a pure blood wizard to something entirely different— started a program in law, funnily enough.

I, for some reason, was appointed by the acting Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, to be part of the Ministry Reforms Committee, despite the fact that I had absolutely no experience. Kingsley's reasoning was that I was unbiased to Wizarding World affairs and that he knew I would keep others in line to do the right thing. Also on the committee was Percy Weasley and a woman named Audrey Mayfair, who Percy seemed to take a quick liking to. The three of us poured over case studies and old documents. Most of them were written in Old English, which made my dyslexia act up even more than it usually did. Translating them to modern English was pure hell.

That brings us to now: the middle of January.

I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "We have to stop doing this," I said.

"Adele, we've been trying to do that for the past two months and it hasn't worked," Fred Weasley said.

Oh yeah, there was that.

George and I were completely through, and whilst we cordial with one another, it was a little awkward whenever we saw one another. I had avoided going to the Burrow for a while, but when I finally worked up the courage to, it happened to be the very same day that George brought over Angelina Johnson. Harry and Ron expected me to blow a gasket, but I didn't— George's relationship was none of my business, and Angelina was nice. The way that they looked at each other was weird, though. Angelina looked at him like he hung the stars, and George looked at her like she was the sun. He had never looked at me like that. But I didn't care about him anymore.

Fred and I grew closer during this time. Ginny and Hermione were off at school. Ron and Harry were always training. I saw Percy way too much. I slowly found myself liking Fred in a much different way than I had before, but I never said anything— what if he thought I liked him because he looked like George?

In truth, he was different than George. Besides the fact that he had both of his ears, he had more freckles, and was a smidge bit taller. He also was more gentle in a way, and was kind. He always was interested in what I had to say, and he seemed to find me interesting. We traded stories and adventures, and I told him my deepest secrets and deepest fears, and he told me his in return. He made me feel comfortable and safe.

"I know," I grumbled, turning over and facing him. I pulled the covers up to my chin, self-conscious of him seeing me despite the fact that he had seen me before.

The first time Fred and I fell in bed together we were both drunk. We had a Quidditch scrimmage at the Burrow, and he offered to make sure I got back to Grimmuald safely, as I was a bit tipsy. Normally, Ron and Harry would have gone with me, but they departed for the Ministry from the Burrow, as they both had to pull a night shift.

Once at Grimmuald, I offered Fred something to drink, which then resulted in both of us laughing hysterically at nothing as we sat on the couch, drunk as could be.  I leaned my head on his shoulder and he kissed me, and we made-out and eventually found ourselves in my bed.