A Secret Love

Chapter5: Memories Pt2

*In this chapter we will be jumping back all the way to first year. Remember, you are the same age as the golden trio.*

"Don't worry my sweet pea, everyone will love you! You'll do great love," my mum reassures me.
I'm in the car, on my way to the train station going to Hogmarts. Or is it Hogwarts? Oh, how am I ever going to do this?! I didn't even know I was a witch, let alone there was a whole community for magical beings. I only just found out that I am a magical being-a witch.
"What if I have no friends? I don't know anyone there. What if they think I'm weird? I don't even know how to do magic properly..." I keep getting too worked up about this, it's just that I'm so worried nobody will like me or want to be my friend.
"Sweet pea, don't worry. They'll love you, I'm sure of-" but my mum's sentence was cut off by an unbelievable sight. Kings Cross Train Station right in front of the car, staring right at me. "Woah," I gasp. It's wonderful, magnificent-just unbelievable!
"Well, here it is. Now, goodbye my love. I'll see you at Christmas!" And with that I hopped out of the car and went to the station's entrance, pushing in front of me my cart full of my belongings.
"Oh my... umm, hello? Oh- hello?- excuse me- oh my..." I tried many times to ask for directions to Platforms 9 3/4, but failed miserably each time. I got very tired from pushing my big load, I had to lean against a pillar. As I had just barley closed my eyes to rest, I fell backwards!
"Ouch!" But as I looked around to make sure no one saw me fall, I noticed I wasn't in the same room anymore. I rubbed my bum and grabbed my cart. That's going to be sore in the morning.
As I looked around I noticed that the people here look much different than the people I'm used to seeing. Men with long white beards and cloaks. People with long pointy hats and colorful, bright robes.
"Oh my! Excuse me," I catch the attention of a plump women with six children. Five of whom have flaming red hair and a jumper with one letter in the front, and the other messy black hair with baggy clothes. Two of them must be twins because they look exactly the same.
"Yes dear? Oh, you must be looking for the entrance to the Hogwarts express?" She looked at my cart with my cat Chrissy and smiled at me knowingly. "Yes ma'am. Could you show me the way?" "Of course, we happen to be going the same way! Follow us dear."
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"(Your last, first name.)"
"Gryffindor!"
When you sit down your called over by the twins from earlier. "Oi! Over here! Sit by us," one called to you. I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm George." "And I'm Fred." "Only joking, I am Fred." They winked at each other and high-fived.
"Oh, jokesters are you?" They both grinned from ear to ear. "Well my name is, (your name.) It's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too," said Fred.
"Okay you too, eat up! Dumbledore already gave the whole speech, were you two even listening?" George interrupted our conversation and I realized we were supposed to be eating now.
Fred responded with, "Right. Well-dig in! It's always the most delicious feast on the first day!" And so, we did just that, and he wasn't lying, it was amazing!

As the school year progressed, Fred and I grew very close, becoming the best of friends. I told him everything that came to my mind-bad or good. And in turn, he told me everything; well all the things he couldn't or didn't want to tell George, anyway.
Summers were hard being away from all of my friends, but even harder being away from Fred. I usually went to the Burrow to see the Weasleys when Hermione Granger and Harry Potter stayed. We all had grand times together, playing Wizards Chess, blowing up the Garden Gnomes, flying on broomsticks, and doing other fun, magical things.
One night in the summer before fourth year Fred and I were sitting on the couch, talking about the year to come. But then, our conversation stopped, and it became very awkward. I looked down at my hands and shuffled my feet, not knowing what else to do. I could feel my face growing very warm, curse my stupid blush, I thought.
I couldn't take the embarrassment anymore, so I got up and turned my face away from Fred's view. I stood in front of the warm fireplace, warming myself up, even though I'm already warm enough.
"Well, I-um-better get to bed. Your mum's going to be mad when she finds out we've stayed up so long." I chuckled and started for my shared room.
And then, the most cliche thing happened. A calloused hand pulled me backwards and spun me around to face the culprit. I looked into his eyes, and his searched mine. For what- I don't know.
My thoughts were interrupted by a pair of soft lips crashing down on mine. I didn't know what to do, I've never been kissed. I just stood there very awkwardly. But he broke away almost as soon as he had started.
"Are you okay? Oh man, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I'll just g-" flustered and red, I only grabbed his arm. "No, it's okay. It's just-I've never-well- I've never been kissed. Besides my mum, of course. I don't really know what to do..."
"Really? How is this possible?! I've kissed loads of bir-I mean-. Well, you-you're great." Great. Blushing again. Why tonight?! "Well. I'm tired. I think I'll go to sleep now."
It was very awkward now, so I had to make up an excuse to escape. I gave a big, dramatic yawn and headed upstairs.
I pulled on my pajamas and got in bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. My head soon filled with sweet, warm thoughts of Fred Weasley.

      ~Summer after fourth year~
I've decided that, because of the events of this year, I'll stay with the Weasleys instead of my family for holidays. I just can't risk anything happening to them. I share a room with Ginny and Mione. We have great times together at night; staying up all night talking and laughing, reading together, and other fun stuff.
Tonight however, I found myself in the living room, surrounded by the cool breeze of the window. I had a cup of cinnamon peppermint tea and a plate of cookies Mrs Weasley had made earlier. Mmmm, still warm and delicious.
I had been sitting by the cool breeze for so long, I started drifting off to sleep. In my half asleep state, I heard a strange noise; like something shuffling along the floor. My head snapped up and eyes flew open. There he was, just standing in front of me.
Fred Weasley.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He cautiously whispered to not wake the others. It must be the middle of the night, it's pitch black outside and the breeze has become a humid cloud.
"No, I wasn't asleep just yet. Are you okay? Can't sleep either, huh? "Um, yeah. Can't sleep." He sat down beside me and crossed his feet on the coffee table.
"Actually-" he started, and looked right into my eyes. "I just wanted to see you..." And with that, my face completely red, I leaned in and kissed him.

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I really like the way this chapter has turned out, I hope everyone liked it. I'm so sorry about all the cliche moments, but I really enjoy writing them. Thanks, and until next time, tata!