I Solemnly Swear (Fred Weasley)

16: No Explanations

I Solemnly Swear 16

 {All characters, places, objects, spells, things, etc belong to J.K Rowling, apart from those which I have made up. I take no credit for anything J.K Rowling has created.}

Chapter 16:

I tossed and turned all night, nightmares invading my mind, causing me to wake up screaming, and then dissolve into sobs again as George hugged me, stroking my head and telling me to go back to sleep. Early in the morning I finally fell into a restless sleep, waking up earlier than normal and not being able to fall back asleep.

I sat up in George's bed, looking down at his peaceful face as he softly snored. He had worn a shirt to sleep last night - probably because I was here - which I was thankful for. I got up and walked into their bathroom, which was really tidy considering about six boys used it.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection. My hair was messed up and tangled; my eyes were puffy and red, with dark circles underneath from lack of sleep; my face was blotchy and tear-stained, and also seemed slightly more hallowed than usual. I was wearing Fred's shirt and shorts, the soft material hanging off my small frame - making me look even smaller - but enveloping me like a hug.

My eyes started to fill with tears as I once again recalled the events of last night - Jason's kiss, Fred's look of betrayal, Lyric's shock, George's kindness. I wiped my eyes, not wanting to cry over something many tears had already been shed over. But Lyric had told everyone, and her side of the story would be laced with envy and betrayal. Also, Fred hadn't turned up last night - where was he? Not that it was my concern anymore.

I splashed cool water from the basin onto my face and returned into the bedroom part of the boys' dorm. My dress and jewellery were in a pile on the floor, and George was sitting up in his bed, a dent next to him where I had been.

"Morning, Nora," He said, stretching and then walking over to me and giving me a supportive hug.

"Feeling any better?"

"Not really," I replied truthfully, "But no use crying over spilt milk - right?" I smiled sadly.

"Nora - your boyfriend just broke up with you because of something that wasn't even your fault. That's a little more than 'spilt milk' if you ask me."

"But it wasn't even my choice!" I sobbed into George's chest. He just hugged me until my tears had been shed and I straightened up again.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"S'okay," George smiled.

Just then, the door opened and in walked Jason Jacks - in all his arrogant glory. His eyes surveyed the room, taking note of my clothes in a heap on the floor.

"Well, well, well - were't you fucking the other twin?"

George was about to say something, but something inside me snapped and I ran at the arrogant dickhead, clawing at his face with my nails and screaming incoherent, furious words at him.

"Nora!" George leapt after me and pried me off the shocked Jason, who had claw marks from my nails all over his face, as well as another handprint on one of his cheeks. Déjà vu anyone?

Jason put his hands over his face, an expression of pain glazing over his features.

"You crazy bitch!" He spat.

"I think you should leave," George intervened before I could retaliate. He pushed Jason out the door, but didn't bother to lock it - Jason wouldn't push his luck and try come back in.

"It's all his fault!" I burst into tears again and George patted my back, letting me release all my pent-up anger and sadness. Finally I stopped crying and dried my eyes - probably not for the last time.

"Sorry, I really need to pull myself together," I apologised to George, who just smiled and flopped back down onto his bed, burrowing under the covers.

"Mind if I have a shower? I feel all gross but I don't really want to go back to my dorm yet."

"No problem, I'll just go back to sleep," George mumbled into his pillow.

I turned on the hot water then took off Fred's shirt and shorts and threw them in a laundry basket by the door. Then I stepped under the jets of hot water, quickly washing my hair and body. Then I got out and found two clean towels - one for my hair and one for my body. I then realised I hadn't brought my wand into the bathroom so I couldn't summon any clothes from my dorm.

"George?" I popped my head around the bathroom door, my damp hair over my shoulders and a towel clutched around my body.

"Yeah?" He asked sleepily.

"Uh, can you please get me my wand from the pile of my clothes?"

"Sure," George used his own wand to summon mine, then he proceeded to throw my wand at me. Luckily I caught it.

"Thanks," I smiled, "Accio random outfit of mine!" I said firmly, waving my wand. I stood awkwardly in the doorway of the bathroom as I waited for my clothes to arrive.

"Yo, Georgey-pie, can you open the door please?" I pleaded, George huffed and opened the door, my clothes zoomed in and hit him in the face.

"Seriously?" The rest of my clothes had fallen to the floor and George stood there awkwardly holding my bra in one hand and the door handle in the other.

"Okay, Georgie - just letting you know that Jason Jacks is spreading nasty rumo-" Fred abruptly stopped talking as he stood in the doorway and looked at the scene inside.

Tension so thick you would need a chainsaw to cut filled the room as Fred stared at George and I, confusion, anger and betrayal in his eyes. Even though I had no reason to be, I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.

George dropped my bra to the ground, and the soft pat it made as it hit the floor seemed to be the on button for the chaos that followed.

Fred, his face filled with rage, leapt at George and started to shower punches wherever he could land them. George was trying to defend himself, but not fighting back. I grabbed my clothes and got changed as quickly as I could, before rushing out of the room and trying to break apart the fighting boys. Fred was yelling at the top of his lungs at George and George was trying to defend himself and me.

"Fred! GET OFF HIM!" I yelled as loudly as I could, trying to pull Fred off George by his shoulders. I caught a glimpse of George's bruised and bloody face as Fred pulled away and turned to me, the hurt in his eyes masked solid hate.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU SLUT!" He yelled. I took a step back, tears clouding my vision, not for the firs time today.

"I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU AND YOU WENT AND MADE OUT WITH AN ARROGANT DICKHEAD WHOM I HAPPEN TO HATE AND THEN YOU GO AND FUCK MY TWIN BROTHER!"

"Fred - I didn't-" I tried to explain, but was cut off again.

"DON'T MAKE UP FUCKING EXCUSES YOU WHORE!" Fred yelled.

"Why won't you let me explain? Did nothing mean anything to you?" I asked, furiously wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

"WHY? DID IT MEAN SOMETHING  TO YOU? OBVIOUSLY NOT OR YOU WOULDN'T HAVE KISSED MY ENEMY THEN FUCKED MY BROTHER! WELL THE JOKE'S ON YOU, SLUT, BECAUSE I FUCKED KAEDY PASCOE AND IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!"

Silence filled the room once more as George and I stood shocked and Fred seemed to realise what he had let slip. I felt the fury and injustice inside me get replaced with sadness as my throat tightened and my vision blurred with tears. George walked in between Fred and I, pushing Fred gently back and turning to me with his arms open. I let out a loud sob as I collapsed into his arms, crying my heart into his chest.



<Fred's P.O.V>


The room went quiet as I yelled the words I could never take back. Through my anger-tinged vision I could see Nora was about to cry and I immediately felt guilty. But no, she slept with George - I didn't do anything wrong.

George walked in between us and gently pushed me backwards, away from Nora. Then he outstretched his arms and she collapsed into him, letting out a loud sob.

I walked out of the room in a daze - images of Nora playing through my mind. The fear and hurt as I called her the worst names I could think of; the betrayal and anger when I let loose that I slept with Kaedy; and the one that got me the most - the dependence as she looked at George. She needed and depended on him ad that should be me. She should be looking at me like that, depending on me, collapsing into my arms when everyone else was against her. But I was the enemy now. I was the one who had hurt her, made her feel like this. All because I was angry enough to sleep with Kaedy. But she slept with George.

And with that thought, my resolve hardened and I strutted confidently out of the common room to find my girlfriend. My new girlfriend.

AUTHORS NOTE!

So, I'm not dead, by the way, just back at school with no time to write :( But I will try update one story at least once a week! (No promises though)

So this was drama!!!

Comment what you think is gonna happen next!!