Black's Daughter ➳ F.W

-The Protective Boyfriend-

{Delania POV}

Days passed and my detention became more of a nightmare that I kept looking back on than a memory that happened mere days ago. I hated it. Fred had kept asking me why I wasn't talking about my detention and I knew he was onto me because of the way I was being around him. Every time he reached for my hand I'd pull away and smile weakly at him.

It was a Sunday.

I had plans to walk up to the owlery and send a letter to Grimmauld but I couldn't be bothered. No one else in my dorm room was awake and so I stumbled down the stairs as usual, and flopped down onto the sofa. I twisted my hand and watched the blister and scabs from my 'accident' glimmer in the light.

I sighed heavily. Was someone going to deal with this woman? I started to cry. I heard footsteps from the stairs behind me.

"Does yours still hurt?"

Harry.

"Just the fact that what's written on my wrist is probably true." I replied with the same sullen expression to my voice. "Yours?" I sat up and looked at him. He gave me what one would call an obscure look, but it was really just the way his face looked from where I was sitting.

"Same." Harry walked towards me and sat on a chair to my left, so I let my head fall back onto the sofa helplessly. "Fred was talking about you yesterday at breakfast."

I shut my eyes tight, so tight it was almost as if a tiny little universe had appeared. I then let out a long, long, exasperated sigh. "Your point?"

"My point is that he's worried that you haven't been talking as much since the detention. I didn't tell him what had happened, but I'm just saying you should maybe talk to him-"

"Great Harry! Thanks a lot!" I jumped up and shouted at him. "First you take away my dad, then my godfather, and now you're giving advice on my relationship?! No!" Someone let out a cough from above us, and there stood Angie with Fred, Ron and Hermione. Hot tears came streaming down my face and I grabbed my coat and ran out, never once turning back to swear or curse Harry.

{Narrator POV}

"Fred that is a terrible idea!" Angie told her best friend as he jolted to the common room door, ready to run after Delania but was stopped by Angie and Ron pulling him back.

"Guys!" Fred released himself from their grasp. "She's my girlfriend."

Angie looked at Ron and to confer with him but before they could give Fred an answer, he was gone. Fred knew where his girlfriend would be, the Black Lake. Delania was sitting on the boardwalk sipping her hand in and out of the water. Fred stood there with his arms in his pockets and smiled to himself.

"Watch out for the squid!" He then called. Delanias head turned but she just went back to what she was doing. "Do I really have to walk over there?" He then asked. Delania rolled her eyes at the comment and stuck her finger up at him. Fred sighed and walked over, taking his place next to her.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Fred touched her hand, the scarred one. Luckily she'd put her gloves on before he reached her.

"I guess so." Delania said in almost but a whisper.

"Delania, please." Fred begged her. "What's happens that I don't know about?"

Delania's eyes were welling up. "Fred.. I-" She looked at her hand and Fred followed her gaze. He gently ran his finger along the bridge of her hand and took off the glove.

"Delania..." Fred gasped as he read the dreaded message. He ran his finger across again but it hurt too much without the glove on. "What happened?"

"Frilly pink happened." Delania sort of laughed but held it back.

"I love you. You know."

"Fred, really?"

"Yes. Of course." Fred smiled at her. "I know I'm a joker and I cause mischief, but I seriously think I'm in love with you. I know now."

"How do you know?" Delania questioned.

"I get over protective when something happens to you. Like when Sirius blanked you and turned to Harry. And now."

Delania blushed.

"So, Miss Black. No matter what you say or do. I will truly always be in love with you."

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