Love Ridden-Fred Weasley

7

I Don't think I've ever felt happier being at school. I loved waking up next to Daphne, who had been sleeping with me since the nightmares started. It felt stupid; I was making a fuss over nothing.

I just had to improve my grades. It was something I should have done from the beginning.

I felt quite happy today, all things considered.

"Pair off with your designated partner. I expect a perfect wound-cleaning potion by the end of class." I found Professor Snape's voice to be quite soothing.

I didn't even mind that I had to work with Fred today.

We worked well together today; we followed each other's steps perfectly.

"I never talked to you about what happened." He said as he mixed in one of the Ingredients. I didn't want him to bring up the black eye or the bits of blood I missed cleaning below my nose.

"Oh?"

"You know, when you punched my girlfriend before the holiday break."

I had completely forgotten I did that. Oops.

"I would say sorry, but—"

He cut me off, "She had it coming."

I think this was the first time we had ever agreed on something. I was surprised he took my side on that. I watched him as he mixed in too much of an ingredient. I should have been paying attention instead of talking.

This is what my father was talking about.

"Fred, you were supposed to only do two drops, you did three."

"No, I didn't, I think I know how to count to two, Golding." He scoffed at me.

"No, I watched you put in three. It's going to throw the whole thing off, and we are going to get a failing grade."

It felt hot all of a sudden; I could feel my heart rate pick up and my hands get clammy. This wasn't right; I couldn't fail again.

"Merlin Golding, even if I put in three drops, the potions still going to work. Chill out."

"We have to start from scratch, get a new cauldron." I felt myself full-on, panicking now. I couldn't help it. "Or maybe if I just explained to Snape what happened, he will forgive the mistake."

"Golding, why are you crying? It's just a stupid potion."

I didn't even know I was crying. I couldn't breathe, I needed to get out. I ran out of the classroom and into an empty hall. Part of me felt embarrassed, which didn't help the situation. I put my back against the hall and slid down. I couldn't catch my breath, which made me freak out even more. I felt like I was going to die or at least pass out.

I didn't notice that Fred had sat next to me.

"Take a deep breath and count to five. Here, put your head between your legs. It'll help."

"I don't know what's happening to me." I struggled to speak, but I did as he said.

"It's a panic attack; I'm not sure why a stupid potion brought it on, though." I felt his hand on my back as I practiced my breathing. I didn't mind.

"I can't fail anymore. Of my classes, I mean. My dad isn't happy with me."

I wanted to change the subject, talking about it only made me feel worse. "How did you know what to do?"

"George used to get them when we were younger. I felt utterly useless just watching it happen, So I did some research.''

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

His hand that was rubbing my back suddenly stopped, Like he became aware of what he was doing. He looked at me, then removed it quickly. I watched as he got up swiftly like he had just regretted talking to me.

''Get back to class, you're not the only one who doesn't want to fail potions.'' Back to his cold demeanor, like a light switch. On and off.

The rest of class went smoothly, with a couple of looks and whispers from Daphne and Theo asking 'if I was okay' and saying, 'What happened?' Fred went back to not speaking to me. It turned out I was wrong; He did put in the right amount of drops. Our potion turned out perfect and received a high score. He didn't rub it in my nose, though.

As everyone entered the Great Hall for Dinner, I caught up with him as he sat down.

''Fred, I just wanted to apologize. For y'know, earlier. You can say 'I told you so'. ''

''It's fine, Golding, forget about it.''

Some of his friends were looking at us funny, along with some of them making 'kissy noises' at us.

"Really Fred I'm-"

"I said it's fucking fine, now can you please fuck off so I can enjoy my dinner in peace?" He snapped. I noticed Katie and her friends giggling, the others giving me an 'oh shit' look.  Maybe it was on me for approaching him at his table.

I was hurt, sad, but I didn't want that to show. I walked out and went straight to my bedroom. I didn't bother eating.