That One Slytherin Girl | Fred Weasley

10- It's midnight

Fred's POV

The meteor shower was breathtaking, don't get me wrong. But what was even more beautiful was watching Mila watch them so peacefully. She didn't say much, but just her soft presence spoke enough for her.

I couldn't believe I confessed my love to her. She was way out of my league, and I was well aware of it. I guess it just felt like the time to do it. Besides, she asked, and I couldn't keep a secret from her.

"We should go back," She mumbled. Her head had been laying on my shoulder the whole time. The meteors had slowed down, and it was getting late, fast. We still had to get back to the school.

"Yeah, we should." I agreed. She lifted her head from my shoulder, and stood up. She reached out her hand, and I took it, trying not to smile. She helped pull me up, and I expected her to let go, but she kept our hands together the whole way back.

I got into our dorm room very late after dropping Mila off. George was sitting on his bed waiting for me. "I'm going to assume you found her," he said winking.

"I did."

"You two fixed things?"

"Yeah."

"Come on, tell me about it!"

"George, it's midnight."

"Exactly my point, you were hanging out with a girl until midnight."

I just signed, and then laughed a bit. I fell onto my bed, and stared at the ceiling taking in everything.

"I told her I like her, George," I said quietly. I watched as his eyes widened.

"You actually told her??"

"I did."

"Does she like you back?"

"Unclear. I told her and she didn't say anything. She just laid her head on my shoulder."

George nodded, and fell onto his pillow. "Goodnight, Freddie."

"Goodnight, Georgie."

George almost immediately passed out, and I was about to when I noticed an owl waiting by my window. I went over and took the letter from it that had my name on it.

Mila's POV

When I got back, no one was awake and waiting to keep me up longer. Blaise was probably up in his dorm sleeping. Draco was definitely asleep already. And when I went into my dorm, Pansy was sound asleep, snoring like always. It used to bother me, but over time I got used to it.

It wasn't until I got into bed that I realized I felt bad about not telling Fred how I felt when he confessed to me. I made it clear, right?

I sat up once again from my bed, writing on a piece of paper in the dark.

Fred,
Thanks for the fun night. Meet me in the library tomorrow morning at 7.

I sent the note out my window with an owl, and crawled back into bed, falling asleep peacefully.

Blaise's POV

I was waiting for Mila to return, but the hours continued to pass. It was five pm one minute, and the next it was eleven o'clock, and I needed to get to bed so I could stay awake in classes.

Part of me was worried about Mila. She never stayed out past nine, she hated missing valuable hours of sleep. I wondered if something had happened, but eventually I decided she was okay. I trusted Fred, and knew he'd take care of her. It was obvious from the start that he was in love with her.

And honestly, I didn't blame him for it.

Sure, she could be intense. But I never thought of it as her fault. Everyone always treated her unfairly because of her father. The girl hardly had parents at all to look up to when she was young. Deep inside of her, she was a softie. She hated showing it, but she was still a child at heart.

She was also gorgeous. She may have not ever thought that she looked good at all, but to everyone else, it was clear she was beautiful. She had no reason for being insecure, but it comes with being bullied because of something she can't control.

Her parents made me mad sometimes. Her mother left her at such a young age just to find work. And her father was certainly not better.

I was glad Mila had found someone like Fred, because even if she wouldn't admit it, it was obvious she liked him back. She just never was the best at sharing her emotions and feelings.

On the other hand, half of me felt jealous. I had liked Mila for a while. I was okay with her being with Fred, and I wouldn't act up on it. But part of me wished I was the one she was staying up late with outside of the castle.

I tried not to let the emotions take control.

As I waited for Mila to return, I got tired. It was Pansy who insisted I got up to bed, and I didn't dare argue.

Who really knew why I helped Mila make up with Fred? I probably could've managed to get with her if her attention wasn't over the ginger. But I knew what she wanted, and her wants always came before mine.

I remember receiving her letter when I was young. I didn't even know what she looked like, but I knew she was different. After a few letters back and forth, I prayed that we would meet someday, and we did. Hogwarts brought us even more together. When it all just started with her letter- that was kinda a plead for help. For friendship.

It was insane. Anyone with the guts to fall in love with Mila was out of his mind. She was somewhat psycho.

To the human eye, that is.

On the inside, she was broken. Insecure. Quiet.

But she hated showing weakness which is why she was always sarcastic. Rude.

Maybe Pansy didn't see that in her. Maybe Draco thought she was too much. Maybe the whole school was against her. But she didn't deserve it, because they didn't see the Mila under her skin.

As long as Mila was happy, I'd be happy too.

And people could call me insane all they wanted. For being in love with Mila Lockhart. But I didn't care.

I just loved her. What's so wrong with that?