Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

22 - Five Stages of Grief (Love) - Depression pt.1

A/N - yes, the title says part one. Yes, this might go on for a few parts. Let my girl y/n be depressed, okay? Shit's difficult right now l. 😆

----------

I didn't want to get up the next morning. Who would when they just saw the boy they have very complicated feeling for kiss one of your good friends? Pretty much no one. And if you did was the see that, then you were so messed up.

I reluctantly open my red puffy eyes and stare at the ceiling while my thoughts chase each other like rabbits around a tree. It was dizzying.

I wanted to know why I felt like this toward him. Toward Fred. I didn't even want to think his name because it hurt so much. Why did he hate me? What did I do?

I remember the day the hatred started. I was eleven. And on the train to Hogwarts for the very first time...

●Flashback●

I find an empty compartment, the nerves making my leg jitter. I knew no one here. Like that's not scary already.

I flinch when the door slides open, not even five minutes later, revealing two identical red-haired boys.

"'Ello! Mind if me and my twin join ya?" One of them asked.

I hesitate before nodding.

They both sit across from me. The one who spoke looked cheery to be here. The other one looked me up and down, eyeing my pigtail braids with disgust. "So, what's your name?" The nice one asked.

"Uh. y/n l/n."

"Neat name! I'm George. This is my brother-"

"I'm Fred." He said with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

I nod.

"So, what house do you think you'll get?" George asked, leaning forward a bit.

"House?"

"Oooh! Are you a muggleborn?"

"Muggle?"

Fred scoffed. "A non-magic person."

"Oh. Then yeah. I guess so." I stay ramrod straight. Something about Fred felt odd. Did he not like me?

"Don't mind him. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, maybe. There are four houses. Gryffindor is for the kind of outgoing. Ranvenclaw is for the snarty-pants. Hufflepuff is for the chill kids. And Slytherin... well, we don't like Slytherin." George explained with a smile.

"Oh. Then I hope I get Gryffindor."

"Us too. Our whole family got Gryffindor, so we're basically bound for it."

"She's probably going to get Hufflepuff. Cause she looks weak." Fred chimed, earning a glare from his twin.

George turned back to me. "Sorry again... I hope you get Gryffindor, too. It would be fun to have you."

I let out a tiny smile. Maybe I'd have some friends at Hogwarts. Maybe not Fred, but I'd have George.

●End of Flashback●

Since that day, when I was sorted into Gryffindor, George and I were bound by the hip. But Fred still didn't like me. For the first year, he never even used my name, just calling me 'Hufflepuff'.

I eventually just came to the conclusion that Fred just didn't like me or my looks. Since that first day on the train, I hadn't worn pigtail braids.

Sitting up in bed, I stare at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. Maybe I could borrow some of Alicia's makeup. But first... I run a brush through my hair, split it down the middle, and braid both sides. I felt childish, but maybe that's okay. Why should I let one person's opinion about me affect who I am?