This Is Who I Really Am

Chapter Ten

Classes were quite awful, but then again I have never liked attending them. I tended to skip class, with the Weasley twins, and help them with pranks, much to Hermione's dismay. We grew closer, a bond making us closer than ever. Her parents never owled Mione back on the sister question but we acted like it none the less. "Granger!" I look up to see Fred plop down on the common room couch. "Ello, Weasley." I tease, lightly shoving him. He chuckles, but lays his hand over the back of the couch, almost touching my neck. "Where is George?" I question. He rolls his eyes, "Talking to Angelina, he thinks he has a chance." I giggle, "Who knows. Maybe they will get together." I joke, but felt a small hit in my gut from remembrance. "I hope not. Georgie deserves the best and I love Angelina but..." he trails off, his eyebrows furrowing. "Okay. So, maybe I'm jealous." He blurts out, my heart sinking. "But only because I am jealous he is able to get a girl." His comment made me relax. So maybe Fred has known me for atleast three months but I feel like I've known him longer. I miss the feeling of him with me. I ache for our old life. "Maybe you should open your eyes." I blurt out. I bite my lip, regret. I stand up and scurry up the girls dormitory stairs.

"Evy, wait!"

But I was gone.