Fred was afraid.
It was a simple fact.
Of what he was afraid?
Well, that was a little more complicated.
He was afraid of a lot of things.
He was afraid of the looming threat of the Dark Lord.
He was afraid of his family's reaction.
He was afraid of his twin brother's reaction.
But most of all, he was afraid of his feelings.
The feelings he developed to a certain vampire.
And no it wasn't Ingrid.
It has been few months since the start of school year and Christmas was around the corner.
Anyway, his feelings.
Not to Ingrid, George had it covered.
A month or so ago, his stupidity brave twin acted like a true Gryfindor (..?) and asked the beautiful female vampire (still not as beautiful as her brother, Fred thought with a vicious blush) out.
Fred was still beating himself up on his unholy attention to the younger, male Dracula sibling.
"What with the lost face, Froge, if this is about a certain Vladdy, then you should just tell him how you feel, I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you?" His darling twin told him, a maniac smirk on his lips.
"What?!"
Helloo
So sorry it's taken me so long to update
Me no own
Bye-biee
-WD
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