CaraMia | Fred Weasley

T H I R T Y F O U R

Mrs Weasley was currently in the process of cleaning out the attic so the room where i stayed this summer was filled with boxes and clutter so i was staying in Ginnys room tonight.

I was downstairs with my father and the twins, as Mr and Mrs Weasley had popped out to deliver their neighbour some dinner, he was an older man who lived alone so the Weasley's tried to help out as much as possible.

My father was chatting away, amusing the twins with stories of me doing dastardly things and getting into trouble.

'Hey-thats not what actually happened' I laughed, interrupting my father as he told them about the time a local church tried to sue me for accidentally breaking in and sleeping in the chapel.

'Your telling me I didn't get a call from the priest at seven in the morning whilst he had a church full of people and you were passed out beside his alter?' He challenged.

'I'm religious! I was simply getting closer to God' I remarked, standing up for myself.

'Bianca how come you never tell these stories?' George laughed.

'There embarrassing' I cringed, hiding my head in my hands.

'She is just like her mother, the amount of crazy things my wife got up to back in our day' My father remarked, smiling over at me.

'Do you have any pictures?' Fred asked softly, not wanting to reopen any old wounds.

I looked at my dad who immediately pulled out his wallet, and took a photo he kept in there of my mother holding me as a toddler, showing it to the boys.

'That's Bianca' George stated, looking closely.

'Spitting image' Fred added, his eyes switching between the photo and me. I smiled, feeling nostalgic but also not wanting to get emotional.

'I've got to get going soon Bambina' My father told me, standing up. As soon as he said that the Weasley parents returned from the cold and hurried inside.

'Ah, perfect timing, i must head off im afraid' Papá said, pulling his coat and leather gloves on.

Molly smiled, hugging him and wishing him well, then Arthur shook his hand and muttered a few private words.

I stood up, walking over to the door where my father was and embracing him tightly.

'You'll be okay?' He asked, stroking my long hair.

I nodded, 'I will, but ill miss you'

'I know, summers just around the corner' he smiled, kissing my forehead.

'Any more trouble with anyone and you let me know okay?' He whispered.

'Ti amo papá'

'Ti amo Amore'

The family waved him off as he drove back to the plane, sadly leaving me to resume my school year. Once his car was out of sight i sat back down on the sofa beside Fred, who's eyes were still cautiously looking into mine.

'Oh Bianca dear its so nice to see how close your and your father are' Molly said as she took her scarf off.

I smiled, asking if i could help with the clearing up but she firmly refused, practically ordering me to just relax.

An hour or so later the twins were in their room busy with things for their shop, Ron was downstairs with Ginny and i had decided to take a hot shower.

This time i made sure to lock the door to avoid any interruptions whilst i was indecent. As i stood under the hot water my thoughts kept going to the same place, Fred and whatever was going on with him and the Veronica girl, and if there had been more instances like that.

I knew that Fred and i were not in a committed relationship, however i had made it perfectly clear that I didn't have any interest in continuing to get to know eachother romantically of he was still sleeping about. Did that mean Fred was choosing these other girls over me? Or was he simply not capable of leaving behind his old ways?

Whatever was going on i decided to push it away and focus on myself, waiting for Fred to make the next move instead of overthinking what could have happened.

Once i had finished in the shower i threw on a matching pair of white shorts and small top and made my way back to Ginnys room. Just as i was about to open the door i sensed footsteps behind me, most likely belonging to Fred.

'You look gorgeous' His voice called, leaning on the bannister as he smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes 'Thanks' I said sarcastically, my smile slipping through ever so slightly as his mischievous yet charming demeanour.

'Now stop being pissed off at me' He told me, walking closer to me.

'I'm not' I replied defensively.

He just laughed softly, not believing a drop of what i said.

'Nothing happened with that girl, in fact nothing has happened with any girl'

I looked to the side, still not completely convinced but i also knew I shouldn't make a big deal about this.

'I believe you, honestly...it just wasnt nice to see, besides all the girls that seem to fall in love with you are absolute bitches' I sighed, making him chuckle.

'Even you?' he teased.

I scoffed 'Slow down Weasley, im not in love with you'

'Not yet' He added, making me put my tongue in my cheek.

'You've clearly not had any experience with getting an Italian girl to fall at your feet, takes a lot more than your dimples' I told him, ending closer to him.

'Oh i know' He replied, taking a piece of my wet hair and tucking it behind my ear.

'Just you wait' He whispered, kissing me quickly before walking back to his room, leaving me in the hallway completely perplexed.

I laughed to myself after standing still for just a few moments before walking into Ginnys room to get ready for bed.

A-N: Just a short one! I hope everyone's enjoying this story and it would be great to get any kind of feedback, what you like? How the smut is as its my first time writing it? Do you like Bianca? Ect... Comment here and ill reply to all!

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