Twin flame - Fred Weasley - Order of the Phoenix

sometimes when i look into your eyes

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Anyway, here's Fred's pov :)

I hear her obnoxious laugh from across the hallway, she has to be in the library again. I don't even know why I care what she's doing, it's none of my business. Still, I find my way to her, every day. It's like I am seeking out for her like I am a ship in the ocean desperately trying to find a harbor in the dark. Like she's the lighthouse in the black sea, guiding my way home. Something in her wakes me up in some weird primal way. I hate her.

I hate her.

I hate her.

I hate her.

I hate her.

I hate the way she laughs. How it fills a void in my head, as I replay that sound until I fall asleep. I hate the way it's stuck in my ears, how it fills my head as I fall asleep. I hate her gray eyes, how they remind me of the dark sky, and how it feels like to get lost in them. How sometimes I just find myself staring at them, my eyes on her, her eyes on something else. I hate how she rolls her eyes, turning on something warm inside my chest. I can't take my eyes off of her, even when she glares at me. I hate it when she accidentally touches me and my stomach turns around. I hate it when I see someone talking to her and anger starts to build up under my skin.

I hate it when her scent lingers in the school, that stupid cherry yasmin perfume... She's under my skin and it seems like she's not going anywhere.

Of course, I hate her, I've always hated her. I have every reason to hate her, it's just one of those things that will never change. She knows it and I know it, George knows it, even the stupid rat that we see in the yeard knows it. It's frustrating to see her all buddies with my brother and my friends. If I hadn't been knocked out in that Quidditch game they would've never become friends and I wouldn't have to stare at her and those grey eyes. And I wouldn't have to smell her papaya shampoo or whatever she puts in her hair and that god-awful perfume that is so stuck in my brain it's like she's right there next to me even when she's not. It's such a strong scent too, it's like she is begging for attention. So yeah, of course, I am giving it to her. It's so satisfying seeing her so angry. All her focus is on me, she can't even think about anything else at that moment expert me and I love it. I need her to notice me, I want her to look at me, talk to me, and listen to me. All of her attention is on me.

Now if I could catch her attention without making her angry...

What was I even thinking about yesterday? Carrying her bag for her? Telling Lee to shut up? I hate her, I don't care about her. But seeing her with my friends has reminded me of the girl she was when I saw her for the first time. That silly, goofy happy kid she was, the person she once was... different. I liked that girl. But something happened and she changed into this cold, masked stranger that doesn't even smile at my jokes. Who just frowns and rolls her eyes and acts like a bitch... yeah, she changed.