That One Slytherin Girl | Fred Weasley

13- Morning, Mila!

Mila's POV

I packed my trunk, forcing myself not to cry while I was in the dorm with the girls. After I had tripple checked the room for anything I needed to bring home, I started to pull the trunk out of the room, and struggling to come up with a way to get it down the many steps.

"Need some help?" Blaise asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"You can't even get up here," I sighed. I started pushing it down the stairs carefully, but it slid down quickly, and it was about to hit Blaise. It would have knocked him over effortlessly. "Blaise!" I shouted. I covered my mouth, and he dodged it just in time. I walked down the stairs to it, and tried to pick it up. He helped me carry it, and we set it on a couch.

"You've always been clumsy," He laughed.

"Don't even." I sighed, laughing a bit under my heavy breathing. "I don't want to go home."

"I know you don't." He laughed. "Just enjoy the ride home, alright? We'll be back here in a few months."

"You'll be riding home with me... right?" I asked him.

"I figured you'd sit with Fred and his friends."

"I hoped I'd be sitting with both you and Fred," I pouted.

"If that's what you want, then of course I'll be riding home with you." He said with a big grin.

Before I knew it, I was on the train, and we were just moments away from king's cross station. I had enjoyed the ride home, talking with both Fred and Blaise at the same time was just what I needed before getting back home to my dad who only cared about himself. The emotions were finally kicking in, and I started to cry in the middle of a conversation.

"Mila, what's wrong??" The two said in unison. Fred put his arm around me, and Blaise held my hand.

"I don't want to leave," I cried.

"Mila, I'll send an owl every single day," Blaise reassured me.

"So will I," Fred added on.

In what seemed to be two seconds, we had stopped, and Fred helped me pull out my trunk. He carried it off the train for me, and I hesitated to step off. All the students were running happily to their parents, and I stood there, feeling numb. Blaise stepped off behind me, wrapping his arm around me. "Smile for me," He said with a big smile. I looked up at him, wanting to sob some more. I put on a fake smile. "Beautiful, as always." He said. Fred placed my trunk on the ground and smiled at Blaise. I was grateful that Fred never got upset whenever Blaise complimented with me. In fact, they had gotten rather close.

"There's your dad," Fred sighed. I looked over to see my dad's swooped hairstyle, as he wore his favorite lavender purple outfit.

I jumped into Fred's arms, and hugged him tightly. He kissed me on the forehead, and hugged me back. I started crying again, and never wanted to let go. Eventually I had to, and I waved goodbye to him, wiping my tears as he left over to his mother who was calling his name high-pitched. I turned around to see Blaise smiling weakly, and I chuckled, but through the tears and crying. He wrapped his arms around me, and encased me in the most comforting hug ever.

"Thank you for being my best friend for so long, Blaise. I don't know what I would do without you." I said through tears. He tightened the hug. After he let me go, he gently placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"Don't cry, okay? I'll see you again soon." He said. He took his hands and wiped my tears. I hugged him one more time, and then left as his mom started calling for him too. I waved goodbye, and sadly made my way towards my dad. I put on a fake smile.

"I'm going to have to read to you my new book!" He exclaimed, encasing me in a hug. I wiped more of my tears. "Stop crying, you'll see them all soon." He said with his blinding smile. I pulled my trunk behind me, taking one more glance of the train, and locking eyes with Fred one more time.

Once I got home, I began to unpack. An owl appeared at my door not even 10 minutes after I had gotten home.

Mila,
I never got to say goodbye to you this morning. I hope your summer is great. Write to me, I want to hear from you. See you on September 1st.
-Draco M.

I placed the letter on my desk, and wrote a response after finishing unpacking. My dad called my name right as I finished a response, and I sighed. I went downstairs and started eating a crappy meal as he opened the book and began reading. I pretended to listen, but realistically I was too focused on my thoughts to listen.

ONE MONTH LATER

I woke up to my dad calling my name again, just like he did every morning. I sighed like normal, and got dressed quickly before running downstairs with my messy morning hair.

It was August 1st, exactly a month into break. I was halfway done with it. Normally that would have been a good thing, but it was so repetitive and I hated it so much that every day felt like 48 hours, even though I was awake and then asleep just as if I had been at Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, time flew.

"Morning, Mila! Could you tell me if this sounds alright?" He asked, reading a line from his book once again to me. He was already in the process of another one, and he had asked me about that line a million times because it 'didn't sound right'. I just pretended to care as I shoved my face full of food.

"Listen dad. I got no sleep last night," (lie) "and I just need to rest today. We can do this again tomorrow," I said. He looked disappointed, but for once, allowed me to go up and let myself live.

A familiar owl came to my window, and I smiled as I immediately went over to open it. I knew it was my daily mail from Draco, Blaise, and Fred. The three of them had always sent me a letter once a day, even if I forgot to respond (which most of the time I remembered). I fed the owl a treat, before sitting down to read all of them.

Mila,
We're halfway done! Can you believe it? One more month, and we'll be together again in person. How's it with your dad? Same as always? I sent you some chocolate today to celebrate being halfway done with summer, you've made it this long! Mum says she wants to meet you sometime. Maybe at King's Cross on September first? Love you.
-Fred W.

Mila,
Just one more month, and we'll be back at Hogwarts. We'll be seventh years! In a month we start our last year at Hogwarts! You know, once you graduate from Hogwarts, you can move away and start doing things away from your father. But we have to promise to visit each other regularly. I miss you, I hope everything's alright at home.
-Blaise

Mila,
It's funny, because I've never really told anyone about my dad. At least not much. I mean, I always talk like he's my pride and joy, but he actually scares me. It feels kinda nice being able to open up about it to you. If he catches me writing any of this though I'd get in real trouble. And how's your father? I'm so glad that we only have one more month of summer. I pretend to not like Hogwarts, but it really is a nice escape from home. I'm sure you can relate.
-Draco M.

I placed all the letters in the box that I kept all of them in. I now had about 93 letters from this summer storred all together. It made me happy seeing all of the many letters. I pulled out some paper, and began to write responses to each of them. I couldn't help but smile the whole time. I was glad that Draco and I were finally getting along better. Our friendship was really growing through the letters. We were both opening up to each other about our families, since neither of us really liked ours much. And of course I missed being with Fred and Blaise. Fred had sent me a letter not long back asking me to be his girlfriend. I replied with a yes, and then told Blaise about it right afterwards. He was our biggest supporter and I loved it. After sending out my responses, I fell onto my bed, and began to sing quietly. Soon enough, I realized that I had fallen asleep peacefully, even though it wasn't even noon. By the time I woke up, my dad was calling me for dinner, and after I ate, he allowed me to go back up to my room since he said that it probably was best that I get a day off. For once in my life he was giving me a break, and it gave me hope- even if it was just a little crumb ot it- that the rest of my summer would be a little better.

And it was. I got a break day once a week after that. Still not as much as I would have hoped, but it was much better than the usual.