Speak Now sequel: Leave Me Behind (Fred Weasley Fic)

Human Burrito No More

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"Get in that shower or I'll beat the crap out of you!" Ron sternly warned me. The new school semester was rapidly approaching, and the thought of going back made my stomach turn. I had myself rolled into a tight cocoon-like form with my duvets, my face buried in my pillows.

"Sod off, I'm sleeping." I complained, wrapping myself in tighter.

"If Hermione sees you like this-" he began, and I peeked my head out of the smothering bedding.

"I don't give a fig what Hermione thinks!" I said with a stern glare, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Oh well we know that. What I'm saying is, if she sees you like this then she'll try to burrow in and stop you from being the ultimate human burrito." He warned, crouching down beside me now, looking me in the eyes with a serious expression. "See with me, I'd be willing to let it all slide and let you get back to the burrito position after a shower- but Hermione... oh boy! Hermione will psychoanalyse you- make you no longer want to be one!" He continued with a grave expression, but I could see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"No one can take that title away from me!" I yelled, ripping the duvet off me and jumping out of the bed.

"Good, so march into that bathroom!" He cheered, shoving me as hard as he could, making my spine feel as if it had snapped in two. I groaned lightly at the pain and human contact, but walked down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. For the first time in a long while I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I slipped out of my three week old clothes. Looking away, I turned the hot water on, and as the steam slowly began to fill the room, I resumed my position in front of the mirror and stared blankly at myself in the reflection. I observed the paleness of my easily tanning skin, observed my lifelessness, my messy hair and dark ringed eyes, when suddenly, I froze. I couldn't comprehend what I was I doing to myself. I was becoming sick and looked like complete shit, and I hated it. It was true, Fred had broken me, and it hurt like a bitch, but I was doing this to myself, and letting him see me this way was letting him see he'd won- that I was nothing without him. Straightening myself up, I stared intensely into my own, and then, as the steam covered the entirety of the mirror, making my reflection disappear, I said good-bye to my sad pathetic ways, and I made myself happier, or at least appear happier. I stepped away from the fogged over mirror and into the shower, where the hot water burned my skin at impact, but I slowly adjusted and let the water run over my body, washing my pathetic feeling away. I stayed glued in the one position for a while, breathing in the steam which now laced with the strawberry and rose aroma I had washed myself in.

"When I said have a shower, I didn't mean take two hours! I need to take a whiz!" Ron yelled, making me jump and slip slightly.

"Right, sorry!" I yelled back, washing the product out of my hair as I stared down at the slippery shower floor. "Needs a ruddy adhesive mat," I mumbled to myself as I turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a worn out towel around my body. My skin was red from the hot water and exfoliating my skin, and I felt somewhat light headed. I took a long, deep breath before I opened up the door, and I curtseyed to Ron. "She's all yours, my good sir." I exclaimed chipperly, wandering back into Ginny's room. Ginny was at the shop lending Fred and George a hand, and Ron was soon to have Hermione in his company, which left me alone. I sighed and tried not to think about it- tried not to get myself down, and I stripped all my bedding and readied it for a wash. I had always found that whenever recovering from a broken heart or deep bad blues, washing ones bedding and replacing it with fresh linen was the fastest method for getting back on track. I sought out clean clothes from my trunk, which screamed 'I'm no longer a human burrito'. I decided on light, slightly ripped, denim jeans and a loose fitting, plain white tee. I pulled my clean- yet wet hair up into a sleek pony tail, and then stared hard at myself in the full length mirror, stuck to the back of Ginny door. I could feel my stomach growling and I realised how starving I truly was. I stared long and hard at myself in the mirror for just a while longer, trying on different smiles, until I found one that said 'I'm happy now', and then I left that smile on my face as I skipped down the stairs. "Morning Mrs Weasley," I cheered, jumping up onto the kitchen bench, placing a hot strip of bacon inside my mouth.