Cordelia Lyra Malfoy had always been different from the rest of her family. Her family were blood-supremacists who tried to teach their views to their children. Cordelia never believed with their views and would be punished for it.
She never felt a...
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"But I want to go! I want to help," said Cordelia, her voice loud with annoyance.
It was now nearing the middle of August and she was in the Burrow's kitchen having an argument with Fred. The Order was getting ready to rescue Harry from the Dursleys and bring him back to the Burrow. Cordelia was desperate to go with them, despite what was decided during the most recent Order meeting. The argument had been going on for a while, neither were willing to back down. No one in the house dared to enter the kitchen, in fear of being caught in the middle.
"We've already been through this at the Order meeting, love," said Fred, his voice rising. "You are a rubbish flier!"
"But Fleur and Hermione are rubbish fliers and they're going on Thestrals. So why can't I?" she argued.
"Because Fleur isn't afraid of heights! And Hermione, well, I still don't know why she's able to go," he retorted, his voice still loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. "I don't want you in any danger! When I found you on the floor at Hogwarts, I almost lost it. I can't lose you." His voice lowered and softened, almost to a whisper, when he spoke the last sentence.
"I don't want you in danger, either! I can't bear the thought of losing you, either! Do you know how agonizing it's going to be... Sitting here, waiting for you and everyone else I care about to return, not knowing if you're okay?" she exclaimed. It was Cordelia's turn to raise her voice, feeling the anxiety build up in her chest.
Fred took a deep breath before he let out a loud sigh as he placed his hands on her jaw and rested his forehead on hers. "Look, I need you to stay and protect my mum and sister in case anything happens here. Plus, along with my mum, you're the best at healing around here. We need you to be ready to take care of any injuries when we get back."
Cordelia wanted to remain angry; she wanted to continue the fight. Fred's touch; however, calmed her down, even just a little. She wasn't much of a fighter or flyer, after all, and she knew that she couldn't heal anyone if she were in trouble herself. She took a deep sigh, herself.
"Please stay safe," she whispered.
"I will... I love you," he mumbled.
"I love you, too," she responded.
Their lips connected and they kissed as if it may be their last. Every emotion of love and fear went into the kiss as their lips moved in sync. They knew now wasn't the time, but the kiss became deeper as Fred wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
"Time to break it up, lovebirds," Moody's voice called out from the living room. "Time to go!"
The couple silently broke apart and walked through the living room to the front door, their hands not breaking apart until they were outside with the others. Fred bent down and gave her one last short kiss on the lips before walking to the others.
