Pinky Promise (Y/nMalfoy X Fred Weasley)

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That night, Y/n had slept in her bed for the first time in a long time. She had been staring at the ceiling, tears had been falling from her sad eyes. Fred wasn't in his dorm that night, he was sitting in the secret room with his knees pulled to chest; holding onto Y/n's robe. "Damnit." said Fred running his fingers through his hair.

Fred had fallen asleep in the secret room, waking up the next morning in a hurry, up the stairs towards the Gryffindor tower. "You're running late, Fred." said George with a face seeing him hurrying into the dorms. "Y/n didn't wake you up?"

"Y/n and I broke up." said Fred gathering his things and getting dressed. George was taken back, narrowing his eyebrows.

"What?" asked George, confused.

"We broke up." said Fred changing in a hurry.

"I understood that— but why?" asked George.

"She— There's something going on between her and Graham." said Fred. George made a face and looked at him.

"Freddie." said George shaking his head. "You let what Nicole said get to your head?"

"No." said Fred.

"You did." said George.

"I seen it with my own eyes, i'm not blind." said Fred. George opened his mouth to speak but his brother quickly silence him. "I don't want to bloody talk about it anymore. Let's go before we're late to this match."

George followed his brother out, the two hurrying out onto the field. "Where have you two been?" asked Angelina with a face.

"We're here now, aren't we?" said Fred putting his gear on. George made a face and turned to look at Harry.

———

Y/n was sitting on the stands, arms crossed looking out into the field. "Hey, we've been looking for you!" said Poppy with a smile, finding Y/n.

"Oh hey." said Y/n. Her eyes were red and puffy. Lorelei tilted her head and turned to look at Poppy.

"Are you okay?" asked Lorelei. Y/n smiled softly, nodding her head. "Oh Y/n. . . what happened?"

"Nothing— I don't want to talk about it." said Y/n softly.

"What?" asked Poppy glancing between the two. Lorelei whispered in Poppy's ear, causing her to make a noise.

"Guys, it's fine. I'm fine." said Y/n as her voice cracked. "I don't want to talk about it. Can we just watch the match, please."

"Yeah, of course." said Poppy sitting next to her, wrapping her arms around Y/n. 

"Captains, shake hands, ordered the referee Madam Hooch, as Angelina and Graham reached each other. "Mount your brooms." Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew. The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upwards.

"And it's Johnson— Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me—"

'JORDAN!' yelled Professor McGonagall.

"just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest— and she's ducked Pucey, she's passed Montague, she's - ouch - been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe. . . Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and - nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse-passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away—" Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stadium and the din of the crowd, all yelling and booing and singing.

"Do you want to hang out later?" asked Poppy holding up a joint. Y/n smiled, nodding her head.

"dodges Pucey, avoids a Bludger - close call, Alicia - and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?'