"How could you?" You shrieked, your voice wobbly as you swung your broomstick around the dorm room. Selene ducked before you could swat her on the head for the fourth time.
After saying an awkward, stilted goodbye to the twins, Lee and Oliver and his friend Cillian, Selene took once glance at your expression and sprinted away, heading towards the common room. You leapt after her, yelling her name through the corridors as you passed blurs of bewildered students.
"I am going to KILL you!" You screeched like a deranged owl with a throat infection. Selene zipped ahead, though her years of eating like Ron and doing little to no exercise eventually caught up on her.
You smacked the end of your broom against her legs and she yelped, jumping a moment too late. The two of you ran around the dorm, knocking things off shelves and slipping on rogue socks.
"Y/N," Selene panted, her hands held up in surrender. "Y/N, listen, I just-"
Your broom smacked her on the bum before she could finish her sentence.
"You tricked me! You set this all up behind my back! I've never- I have no idea who this boy is- he could- I just-," you froze, your broom heavy in your hand. Your empty fist curled into a ball, your knuckles white with anger and frustration. "Fred was there, Selene."
You stood there, panting and winded, staring at your friend's dark eyes. Selene bit her lip as she picked up a fallen hairbrush from the floor and put it on her dresser.
"I know, Y/N. I shouldn't have gone behind your back like that and I know it could have made things weird with Fred," she said, a touch of guilt lingering in her expression.
"Yeah, it could have. And it still might," you fought back. You crossed your arms, your broom pressing against your ribs. Selene nodded silently.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she spoke again. "But things were already... weird with him, Y/N. You know that. Since the night they came home after the holidays, you've been stubborn and isolating, and he's been... well, Fred, but a bit too Fred. Like he's forcing it. The two of you can barely look each other in the eye. And if you do, you get all fidgety and quiet and he gets all... Fred."
You prodded the side of your cheek with your tongue and dropped your gaze to the carpeted, mud-dusted floor. Your cheeks flushed with blood, as though the truth in Selene's words made your blood burn with embarrassment. The pair of you stood in silence, minutes ticking by slowly.
The hands on the ancient clock on the wall ticked and tocked, the sound bouncing off the walls like Selene's words in your skull.
You let out a huff through your nose and dropped your broom, the stick clattering softly onto the carpet. You stomped over to Selene's bed and jumped onto it, letting the dried mud and dirt flake off onto her blankets and quilts.
You smacked your heel against her bedpost. "Anything else you want to tell me? Did you arrange my wedding? Should I be expecting a visit from the Minister of Magic to congratulate me on my new position as the Queen of England?" You crabbed, letting the anger distract you from thinking about the distance between you and Fred.
Selene laughed and rolled her eyes, shuffling over to brush the fine layer of mud from her sheets. "You're sulking like a toddler," she chuckled. "Though I was just thinking that my bed could do with a nice mud mask. Thank you for that."
"You're welcome," you grouched, your fists clenched in your lap. Selene sat down next to you, her knee brushing yours as she curled up like a cat.
"I am sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for you to meet Cillian in front of Fred. I thought you'd come up to the library by yourself, Godric knows Fred's never stepped foot in that place. Him witnessing all of this was just a happy accident," she spoke softly, pausing as you shot her a sharp scowl. She giggled before nudging your shoulder. "I'm serious, I didn't plan for that to happen. I just wanted to introduce you to Cillian and set up a double date for us. Cillian's kind and witty, he's a wicked Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team and, I mean, I don't need to point it out, but he is absurdly good looking."
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Fanfiction"Give me your hand," Fred murmured, his familiar crooked smile playing on his lips. He slipped his fingers into yours and gently lifted your hand, placing it firmly on his chest. "Do you feel that? My heartbeat? Hit me there. Hit me where the heart...
