salvation - f.weasley

The perks of the Collaporta charm

candy - doja cat 

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She inhales deeply, stands up, and begins pacing around the room, looking for any object that might be useful in opening a door.

Nothing in the closet, nothing in the showers, nothing on the benches.

Grace Colten feels panic rising dangerously within her. Knowing that she was stuck, especially with Fred Weasley, was not the night she wanted to spend. She feels tight drops of sweat sliding down her back.

She was trapped with Fred Weasley.

Breath, Grace. Breath.

After a few minutes, she turns around to Fred and sees him sitting on the bench, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a crooked smile, his legs outstretched. Even in this kind of situation, he acts nonchalant. She could kill him right there.

"Are you going to help me find a way out or?" she asks, glaring at him.

"No, it's a lot more fun watching you pace."

She spots at the back of the room a piece of metal and runs to the door to try and unlock it. But it's vain. She sighs and sits against the door.

"You lost your creative side, Ravenclaw ?" asks Fred, half-smiling.

She glares at him. "I could kill you right now."

He smiles and bites his lips, like he was waiting for her to say that. "Not a clever idea, Colten. Everyone would know it's you."

"And I don't bloody care."

"But you won't get into the Harpies in this case."

She raises her head and tenss. "How do you know ?"

Fred puts his hands behind his head. "I know everything, Colten. Plus, you keep rambling about that everytime you fight with Wood."

She doesn't answer. Fred gets up and starts walking around the room toward her. He gives her his hand so she could get up.

This time, she takes it. As Grace gets up, they still hold hands and end up very close, feeling each other's breath, not breaking eye contact. Fred exhales the smoke and she can't help to look at his lips.

They finally let go of each other and he goes back on the bench. Grace closes her eyes to try to make the tension go away.

She sighs in annoyance and sits down on the bench in front of him, resting her head in her hands.

"C'mon, it's not that bad," says Fred, taking a drag. "You're stuck with the hottest guy in school."

He hears her scoffs and snickers. "I think you meant, it's the best thing that could have happened to me."

She raises her head and looks into his eyes.

Under the dim light of the locker room, his eyes are almost red. A mixture of brown, bark, honey; something soft and firm at the same time.

Grace tries as best she can not to succumb to his gaze; the way his eyes narrow slightly and challenge you.

"Being a narcissist is a bad thing, Weasley," Grace replies, crossing her legs.

"I call it self-confidence, Colten," he raises his eyebrows, "it's all about perspectives."

She rolls her eyes. Fred watches her legs jump rapidly from stress and the way she bites the inside of her lip. He sighs and throws his pack of cigarettes at her.