Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

35 - EUGH! Hormones.

I was coming back from Umbridge's office, my hand bloodied and immensely sore from writing all of those lines with my blood. Now, I had an injury of scratched all carving the term 'I must stay silent' carved deep into my flesh. 

I froze when I saw a figure walking toward Umbridge's office, but I instantly relaxed when I saw the scar on his forehead. 

"Harry? Detention again?" I asked. 

He huffed. "Yeah... You just got out?" He looked pointedly at my wrist. 

I showed him. "Yep. What'd you do this time?"

"Mentioned Quirrel." 

"Seriously? That was like four years ago."

"I know..."

A clock chimed outside of the office and Harry scurried in before I could ask what his lines were. If mine weren't good and he's gotten detention twice in less than two weeks, then I doubt that his lines were any better. 

The walk to the common room, luckily, wasn't very far. Once I was inside, I slumped against the wall, the pain from my hand finally hitting me like a sack of potatoes. That had no reason to hurt as much as it did. It felt like I was digging the quill into my skin until I ran over bone... And yet no feather touched my skin. Not once. 

Ouch...

"y/n? Merlin, you took forever! How was detention?" Katie came up to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"In the nicest way possible? A absolute shit fest. Awful. Painful! Please, never get detention."

"My, that bad? Angelina got detention too yesterday. You got the marks?"

I nodded and showed her the single stretch of words etched into my skin. She gasped and gently took my hand in hers.

"Oh- wow... That's nowhere near as bad as Angie's... Her's is already almost healed over by now..."

"I have three days worth..."

"Three days!? Well that's just bloody unfair! How dare that awful woman! I don't care if I get kicked off the quidditch team, she needs to be buried-"

I cut her off by raising my hand. "Please don't make a big deal out of this... And don't tell the twins... You know they'll go bonkers if they find out... They'd wreak havoc on that woman. Not that I don't want them to, don't get me wrong. I just don't want them in trouble too. They already get into enough of that with all their pranking..."

Katie smiled. "Don't worry, I won't tell. Lips are sealed, y/n. But I feel like you should know that Fred was a bit worried about you."

"What?"

She just giggled and winked before disappearing up the stairs to the dorm without another word. Great... Now I'm left to think about Fred and his stupidly pretty face. But I can't even say it's stupid now, can I? Now that I've admitted to it - albeit only internally and to the few I trust - I can't really hate him anymore. But, at the same time, I' not sure if I ever really did hate in in the first place. I think I was just stopping to his level all those years ago on the train.

He's come a long way from being that annoyingly tall child in first year... Now... Oh Gods, now... I don't even know. Am I feeling too quickly? I mean, really, am I? I went from not caring about spilling boiling hot tea on him when I was at the burrow to admitting that I liked him only a year later! Granted, that view I got while he was cleaning the tea was pretty great. 

And those eyes... Oh my those eyes... I am so glad that I looked away from him when I did earlier today because if I saw that soft eye and smirk combination... Phew, I'd be in for one steep fall. Or I'm already falling... Or I've already fallen... Now I pray that it isn't that last option because what do I do if everything goes wrong and he goes back to judging that sore excuse for a girl in pigtails? What then? It's not like I can simply shut those feelings off like they have no meaning. I can't just do that. And nor can I just flip from loving the boy to despising him with every fiber of my being.

I don't work like that. Some might. But I certainly do not. 

Turning off feeling is simply a skill that I do not possess...

But if he somehow doesn't hate me after I potentially confess everything to him and he still doesn't like me, what then? Well, then it's super awkward. But I don't want things to be awkward between us. But I also don't want things to go wrong either.

And then there's the possibility that none of those out some happen and he actually does like me back! Oh, Merlin's saggy tit! What then! Well, I guess from there we date? But won't people think that it's weird that I'm dating someone I used to insult whenever I got the chance for the last seven years? Probably...

Oh no... Am I having a girly dilemma about boys! Damnit... Who do I even got to for that?! 

There's only one answer for that. And that's the closest to Fred I can get...

George. 

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A/N - Girl drama and two chapters in one night?! Let's freaking gooooo! Also, we are so close to 10k reads! I am so excited! We can do it guys!

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