Collision - Fred Weasley

Chapter twenty five

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Lyra's POV:

The next day as Lyra was walking through the Hogwarts corridors towards the great hall for breakfast, she was welcomed with sly glances and smirks.

She was completely unaware that Fred had went back to the party after she specifically told him to leave, and she was unaware of what the rumours were.

She was also unaware of his drinking, and his conversation with George.

Rumours from last night had spread like wildfire. From the moment she stepped into the Great Hall for breakfast, it was clear everyone knew something had happened.

As Lyra approached the Slytherin table, she was already stressing by the whispering around her.

She sat down by the Slytherin table at her usual spot, beside Daphne and Theodore. Daphne, who looked much more calm than last night, glanced up at Lyra, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Sleep well?" Daphne asked, her tone teasing.

Lyra shot her a glare, but it was playful. "You mean after dragging your drunk arse to bed? Sure."

Across the table, Theo leaned forward, watching her closely. "So, care to explain why the entire school thinks you and Fred Weasley had a moment last night?"

Lyra nearly choked on her food. "What?" she sputtered, eyes widening. "That's the rumour?"

"Not just that," Astoria chimed in, leaning forward. "Apparently, Fred fought off that Hufflepuff guy because he was jealous."

Lyra pinched the bridge of her nose. "That's not what happened at all. Collins was being an idiot, and Fred stepped in. That's it."

"Sure, sure," Blaise drawled, smirking. "And I bet you two had a lovely moment after, right? Maybe exchanged a few tender glances, touches perhaps?"

Draco snickered from his seat, clearly enjoying the show. "Honestly, Lyra, you've been spending an awful lot of time around Gryffindors lately. People are starting to talk."

Lyra shot him a look of pure exasperation. "Nothing happened. Besides, Fred and I can barely stand each other."

Theo raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh. That's why you were cleaning him up like a doting nurse after?"

Lyra shot Daphne a desperate 'you told them?' expression.

"Let me guess," Daphne grinned. "As you were tending his wounds, you realised your faces were just mere centimeters away from each other. Oh god, don't tell me you guys were just about to snog, before I interrupted?"

Lyra felt her face heat up, and her eyes narrowed at her friend. "No? We were just—"

"About to kiss," Daphne finished, giggling. "You know, people saw him walk out of the girls' dorm looking all beat up and dazed. Plus, the look on your face last night... Everyone could tell something happened."

Lyra sighed heavily, her frustration mounting. "I can't believe this. People are ridiculous."

But it didn't matter how much she protested, the rumours had already been spread

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As the day went on, the whispers only grew louder. Every hallway, every classroom, people were talking about the supposed "moment" between Fred and Lyra.

Things like this happened almost everyday at the school. Two people at a party entering a room, and coming back twenty minutes later. But everybody knew the 'relation' between Fred and Lyra, so this was unexpected.