That One Slytherin Girl | Fred Weasley

14- Mimi

Mila's POV

For the first time since my first year at Hogwarts, I was nervous to be going back. This time, I was going into the school year with a boyfriend. Fred. I was going in with strong friendships. So much had changed and come out of me in my fifth year, and after I finished this year, I would have to decide what it was that I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

Whether that involved Fred or not, I wasn't sure.

I arrived at the king's cross, my father carrying my trunk. Fake tears were falling from his face. I was never quite sure why my dad always made such a big deal about everything. I could tell he was just trying to attract attention as he 'cried' while he hugged me goodbye. I took my trunk from him, and dragged it along behind me.

I was hoping to see one of the boys, but at the same time I really wasn't sure if I was emotionally prepared to see them face-to-face again. I waited patiently, and saw my dad walk away perfectly fine. Proving my point that he didn't actually care all that much about me leaving.

I dropped my trunk immediately when I looked over to see Fred. He had locked eyes with me and noticed me at the same time. He immediately ran away from his younger siblings, and his parents. Soon enough, I was in his arms again.

"Hi," I chuckled as he squeezed me tight. He squeezed me tighter, and I nearly couldn't breathe. I nearly jumped out of my skin for a second when he kissed me on the forehead. After I realized what he had done, I curled up into his chest some more.

"I missed you so so much!" He said, practically crying without any tears.

"I missed you too, Freddie." I said. He looked at me strangely from the nickname, but then smiled. I had noticed George call him that before, and I thought it was cute.

"Freddie?" He asked.

"If George can call you Freddie, I better be allowed to as well." I said, smugly.

"Alright, Mimi." He said, copying my smirk. I hit him in the shoulder playfully, and he grabbed it pretending that it hurt. I wanted to slap him harder to show him I could, but I decided it wasn't the time. I loved the nickname he had given me, no one had ever given me a nickname.

"Have you seen Blaise or Draco?" I asked him after a bit. I wanted to see them as well.

"I haven't. Also, why would you want to see Draco? I thought you didn't like him much."

"Draco and I are good friends now. He sent me letters every day as well. We bonded since we both kinda hate our families." I explained. He looked pleased that I was making more friends.

"Would you like to wait here? I'll bring your trunk on the train and pick a compartment for us." He said, taking my trunk before I could answer. He winked at me, and disappeared into the train. George ran passed me, and followed behind Fred to catch up to him. I sat down at a bench, scanning the station for one of the two faces I wanted to see.

"Mila!" I heard, and turned my head. I saw a platinum blonde boy running towards me, and stood up to run over to him. We both hugged each other tightly. I had never hugged Draco before, but it felt oddly normal. "I've been waiting to see you again!" He said. I took my hand, and messed up his hair playfully. He shook my hand off and I giggled. He didn't look mad.

"It's good to see you, ferret." I said with another giggle.

"You don't have to call me that."

"It was funny!"

"No it wasn't. I still have nightmares about being a rodent."

"Ferrets are not rodents." I sighed. I watched as he rolled his eyes, but a small smile was playing on his face.