Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 17: Where Do I Start?!

"FRED!" I sit up straight. Where am I? Looking around I recognize the red and gold curtains, the familiar carpet, the messy beds- well mine at least. I'm in my dormitory. But where are the others?

Fred! I jump up out of bed and race down the steps. I see some familiar red hair coming down the other set of stairs, just as I step in to the Common Room.

"George!" I pounce on him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Ahh! Chelsea!" He says, wobbling a bit under my weight, which isn't much, I'm basically a tall, thin twig.

"I remember! I know which one you are!" I laugh, releasing him.

"...That's great!" He takes a second to realize what I'm saying. "You gotta tell Fred!" He beams at me.

"Yeh!" I start up the stairs before stopping and turning around. "What's the time?"

"It's 8 pm. Fred was knackered this morning, from helping you, so he's fallen asleep." George says. "I'm off to dessert."

I give him a curious look, not even questioning what he means.

"I went to wake Fred for dinner but he threw a pillow at me." I nod my head, he leaves me on the stairwell. I jump up the steps the rest of the way, bursting through the door I run over to his bed and jump on him.

"Freddie." I sing out.

"Chelsea, get off." He grumbles under his pillow.

"Fredddddddddddd. Remember when we first met?"

"Yeah."

"Remember the ink bombs?"

"Mmmm."

"So do I." I say, I feel him turn under my weight. I roll over and look him in the eyes, my head resting in my hands, a grin plastered on my face.

"Chelsea... are you saying-"

I press my lips against his, I've missed this. How long was I out for? 

I feel his hands creep their way along my back, pulling me closer to him. I can stay like this forever, just him and me. It feels like just a second, but then it feels like an eternity. He slowly pulls away and looks at me.

"I missed you." He leans his forehead against mine, looking deep in to my eyes. He has such gorgeous eyes.... dark... heavenly.

"I missed you too." I whisper back, climbing under the covers and resting in to him. He wraps his arms tightly around me, kissing my forehead. We get comfortable and I feel Fred's short breaths on my forehead as I rest my head in his neck. He must be really tired.

"Fred." I say quietly.

"Mm?" He makes a noise.

"How long was I... asleep for?"

"2... weeks."

2 weeks?! So I was out for 2 weeks... George said that Fred was tired because he helped me... did he wait up for me? Ohoh Fred, you sweetheart. But now he's tired because of me.

I look up at the sleeping face above me, he looks so peaceful.

"Chelsea." He mumbles. 

"Yeah, Freddie?" Is he talking in his sleep?

"Stay...with...me." He whispers before he returns to small, short breaths.

...

"Chelsea." A voice whispers. Where's it coming from? How unusu- "Chelsea."