꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

13 - Over?

Dumbledore wasn't going to let me go. He was insisting that I have patience with my brother.

But my patience had worn thin. I gave up my whole life to come to a school across the world where the only person I knew was Harry. Hothead or not, I didn't deserve what he's said to me.

While Adam and Jenny understood why I wanted to come home, they explained that I couldn't until the end of the term...meaning I had to stay for Christmas.

On top of that, for my Christmas break, they had to be in New York for work, and all of my friends were going somewhere else for vacation...so I had to stay here.

That meant I had no choice but to go to the Yule Ball. Shit.

The twins were overjoyed at what had happened with the situation. So were Ron and Hermione.

I had no idea how Harry felt...I had been ignoring him since the fiasco in the classroom, much to his dismay.

***

"Hensley. Hensley! HENSLEY!" A voice said from behind me. I had just finished a particularly difficult sixth-year lesson in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and was walking to lunch with Fred, George, and Angelina.

I knew the voice as my brother's and promptly ignored it, as did my companions. Harry had been doing this almost every day since the fight, but I wanted nothing to do with him. He made it very clear what he wanted.

Then, he did something he hadn't done yet. He grabbed my wrist, jerking me back.

Fred, my fake boyfriend, immediately turned around, ripping my arm away from him.

"Do. Not. Touch. Her." He growled

"Who are you to tell me I can't touch my sister?!" Harry exclaimed

"Who are you to tell your sister she screwed everything up?" Fred retorted.

George was now on the offense, ready to step in when needed. Angelina was sort of shaking, she had never seen the twins like this...and frankly, I hadn't either.

"Get lost, Potter," George spit.

"You two are unbelievable!" Harry said, "You've known me for almost five years now, and her for three months! You automatically are her 'best friend' and her boyfriend! You don't even know her!"

"We know her enough to know that she's a hell of a lot nicer than you are. You're her twin brother, her only living family, and yet you treat her like this?" Fred told him.

"You don't even know her," My brother repeated

"Clearly, I know her well enough, seeing as she was in my bed last night," Fred replied, slightly smirking.

I was not, in fact, in his bed last night, but that made this all the more funnier.

Harry's eyes widened, then his face turned red, "She was WHERE?!" He yelled

"In. My. Bed." Fred said simply.

My brother then turned to me, "You are fourteen. Do you hear me? Fourteen years old. What the hell are you doing with a 16 year old? What the hell are you doing with a guy like Fred?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I said angrily, "Fred is the nicest, most gentle guy I've ever met, and George is much, much nicer to me than you've ever been, and he's known me for three months. Check yourself, Harry James, because I'm supposed to be your sister, and when you realize someday that you need me, I won't guarantee I'll be here."

And with that, the four of us turned and left Harry standing there dumbfounded.

***

After lunch was a free period. George and Angelina went off...somewhere, so Fred and I decided to go to the room of requirement. For us, it turned into a nice little hangout where the two of us could just sit and talk. It was nice, because besides being my "boyfriend", Fred was also my best friend. He knew me better than anyone, possibly even better than myself.

"Hey Fred?" I said

"Yeah Hens?" He replied

"Thanks for sticking up for me today," I said with a soft smile.

"Of course. You're my giiiiiirlfriend," He said dramatically, flopping on top of me.

"Oh whatever," I said, laughing

"How much longer do you think we'll have to keep this up?" He asked me

"I'm not sure," I replied, "It seems like they're perfectly happy together...and for us, too."

"Do you think we should keep it up, or should we end it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think we should end this?"

"Why would we do that?" I was confused. And to be honest, I liked pretending to date Fred. It was easy with him. Really, really easy.

"If it's not working," He said tentatively "Why should we keep doing this?"

I thought for a moment about it. Should we just end it?

"The whole reason you and Harry started arguing in the first place was because of this fiasco. Plus, I've seen the way Ron looks at you. If things don't work out with George, he would love you, Hens. He would treat you right."

"So you're saying you don't want to do this anymore?" I said slowly.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I love this. I love how close we've gotten, but Hens, we're chasing people who aren't running," Said Fred gently.

I was quiet for a moment, chewing his words over in my head. Fred didn't want this anymore. He said otherwise, but there were other girls in the castle. Other people he could be with.

"Okay then," I said, moving him off me, "We're done, then."

"Just like that?" He asked

"Well what do you expect me to do? Beg you to be in a fake relationship with someone who you don't want? You're right. There are other people. You're bored and we're in a relationship where there's no feelings."

"No feelings?" He said, "You're telling me that there are absolutely no feelings in this besides platonic?"

The truth is, I wasn't really sure about my feelings for Fred. Were they romantic? Did I enjoy fake dating him that much? Was I wrong about my feelings for George?

But I didn't say any of that. Instead, I said one simple word:

"Yes."