- CHAPTER 19 -

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The next morning seemed to come in the blink of an eye. When I opened my eyes I saw the tiny snowflakes falling delicately, carried by the winter wind, there could be no better weather for Christmas morning.

I had spent the night in Harry and Ron's dormitory since Hermione had to stay in the infirmary, I didn't feel like sleeping alone so, even though it was against the rules, I had slept in one of the free beds in the boy's dormitory.

"B-boys," I called them, trying to wake them up, my voice still slurred with sleep "It's Christmas!" the two grunted and hid under the covers. I slipped on my slippers and ran to my room where, still tucked away neatly, were the presents I had to give to the boys. It hadn't been at all easy to find them, more like I didn't know what to get them.

In the common room I found Fred and George sitting in front of the fire as they were exchanging some of the gifts, the embarrassment was palpable....

"Merry Christmas guys!" I announced as I sat down on the couch across from them.

"Merry Christmas Lyla," they both said to me, Fred said it with a slightly forced smile-he thought I hadn't noticed but I had. I hated this situation between us, as much as I told myself I had to forget him I didn't want it to get so... cold between us either.

"Fred...?" I asked hesitantly, he lifted his head to look at me, not sure why I had decided to turn to him "C-can we talk for a second? In private?"

He looked at his brother but immediately nodded as he got up from the floor, I followed him to a corner of the room where we knew we were away from the others.

"So..." I began before immediately interrupting myself afterward.

"So..." he repeated.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-" he immediately interrupted me.

"No don't apologize, I shouldn't have interfered..."

"But I also had no reason to talk to you that way, I was angry with Cedric and I took it out on you... I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about... Lyla I really didn't take it out on you, I was just afraid he would hurt you that's all... you know how much it bothers me to see you in pain"

"Me too," I said, he looked at me confused... then he understood what I was refearing to... the bruise that had almost disappeared on his nose, I had felt so bad when I had seen them, I couldn't even look them in the face "You don't know how bad I felt when I saw you two had fought"

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