Except For You ~ {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 15

I throw myself on my bed. Yay, more school. Yay, harder exams. Yay, more Mr Trouble. Today the only thing the teachers were talking about were our exams. I don’t really care, but I can’t move up unless I pass these, so no studying was out of the question. That meant less reading, more studying, but less Mr Trouble. I guess year five had some upsides.

It’s been a few hours after the first day back when Del runs up to me and shakes me. “Guess what!” I look up from my book and set it aside.
“No.” I answer as she sits down next to me.
“What?”
“I’m not guessing.”
“Just say what!” She exclaims. I roll my eyes.
“What?”
“He likes me back!” She squeals. I grin.
“Really? That’s awesome! Are you two a thing now or what?”
“Well, I dunno really. Something else happened.” She flushes, and I can tell where this is leading up to.
“What?” I ask anyways.
“We, er, well, he kissed me.”
I squeal. “Del!”
“What?”
“Did you kiss him back?” She sits still and flushes an even brighter red. She nods slowly.
“Yeah.” She whispers so softly I hardly even hear it.
“If you’re not a thing now then he’s a jerk. You need to ask. A lot of misunderstandings happen because people don’t make it clear. SUPER easy trope in books.” She laughs.
“Okay, well, when I do that, will you admit your feelings for Fred?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah. The feelings of hatred, annoyance and exhaustion.” She rolls her eyes.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.” I answer. “And I don’t like Mr Trouble.”
“Well, when you come to terms with those other feelings that I did mean, be sure to tell him, okay?”
“Right, so, that’s going to be never. Now go tell George that he’s a jerk if you’re not a thing after the kiss.” She laughs and gets up, gathering her things.
“If, if, you ever do get feelings for ‘Mr Trouble’, make sure you tell him asap. He needs to know, especially because he definitely likes you.” I roll my eyes but she glares at me.
“Fine! Fine, I will, if it happens. And it won’t.” She smiles softly and exhales. She nods, like Del does to gain confidence and strides off to find George. I return to my book. I know it’s late, but I don’t care. It’s not school and I can finally read something, I might as well use my time well. Although, I feel quite drowsy…

I wake up to some shuffling. Someone was here, and it wasn’t Del. I keep my head down and try to peer around without the person knowing I was awake. Luckily, or unluckily, they give themselves away.
“Damn it!” They exclaim. So it’s Mr Trouble, I think. I keep listening. He slams whatever he was holding, probably a book, down next to him on the couch and I can feel his eyes on my head. He sighs heavily and chuckles lightly. “You know, I’ve never told you why I didn’t leave you alone. And frankly I think it’s because I didn’t quite know myself. But I think I know now. I liked you. I still like you. And it makes me almost kill George for dropping that stupid water balloon on your head to make it the ‘perfect’ prank, even though I didn’t talk to you to set up a prank. I talked to you because I wanted to know you.” He pauses for a bit, studying me. I suddenly realise a heavy weight on my shoulders. He must have put his jacket on me so I didn’t get cold. “And I think that’s the reason he didn’t drop it on your head when Del was there. Because he also liked her and didn’t want to ruin his chances with her. But he ruined mine with you and I might kill him. I might bloody well kill him for it. And now I can’t believe I’m basically confessing my feelings to you even though you're asleep. You won’t know that I think you’re the smartest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You won’t know that I wish George never dropped that water balloon so that I could talk about you while saying your name instead of this stupid nickname that doesn’t describe you at all. You won’t know that everytime I see you I just want you to tell me you like me. You won’t know that,” He slowed and exhaled deeply. “That I love you.”

He said it. He said something to me that I thought I would never hear him say, but I realised later that it’s not that I didn’t want him to. In fact, I think that I wanted it to happen without knowing I did. In a simpler version, I was in denial. But I’m still mad at him. But why? He didn’t make Snape hate me, he didn’t want his brother to prank me, and he didn’t want to leave me alone. So why am I still mad at him? Because he did leave me alone. He wouldn’t leave me alone for a week straight, and only did when Del threatened him. But he shouldn’t have stopped even when she did. I guess that’s why. But now I’m stuck in a position. A position where there are only two things I can do and a part of me doesn’t want to do either. I can either reveal that I heard everything, or I can do nothing and wait to fall back to sleep. I do the latter. I wait until I fall asleep so I can wake up naturally and not listen to someone confessing their feelings to me in a giant monologue. Of course, it could all be a dream, but the way Mr Trouble acted for the next couple of weeks told me otherwise.

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Okay, so this was a really short chapter, but that's because I cut it up it was so longgggg. like guys, I don't even know how I wrote all of that 💀
Anywayssss, there will be longer chapters after thissss!!