Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 33

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Readers Pov

Everyone got up late on Boxing Day. It was much quieter than it had been in a long time. Most students just relaxed in their common room or dorms.

Ron and Hermione seemed to have come to an unspoken agreement. They didn't discuss their argument, but were oddly formal to each other. Harry always seemed to be in the middle of their arguments and appeared to be quite relieved that they weren't yelling at each other anymore. 

Students began to catch up on all the homework they didn't do over the break. Classes would begin in a few days so I found myself working in the library. 

I hadn't spoken to Fred that morning at breakfast, or when I saw him in the halls. Or at lunch. Or any other time I happened to catch him staring at me. 

That was the thing, though. When I caught him looking in my direction, he never turned away. He held eye contact. There was always a certain look in his eyes. But it wasn't anger, or resentment. It was a mixture of confusion, sadness, and disappointment. 

And it made me feel horrible.

And he probably knew this.

But he has to know what he did. No one is that dense. But if he does, then why is he acting so confused? He must've expected me to apologize first. 

I slammed down the book I was reading in frustration. 

"Stupid Weasley with his stupid face and stupid eyes," I grumbled quietly while standing up from my table to get a different book.

"Didn't know you thought so ill of me, Y/n/n." A voice said dramatically. 

I rolled my eyes and turned around, instantly recognizing George. I ignored him and walked through the rows of shelves before finding the correct section, George following behind the entire time. 

"Yes, George?" I asked as I stood on my tip-toes to reach a higher shelf. 

"Need a little help?" He mused with a smile. Before I could answer he took the leather bound book and handed it to me. 

"Stupid Weasleys. With their stupid height," I muttered, knowing he had heard me. 

He chuckled and followed be back to my empty table. I pulled out a chair and sat, watching carefully as he sat down opposite me. 

"So...what'd you need, Georgie?" I asked, opening the book.

"You and Fred to start talking again. It's killin' him, Y/n/n."

I stared at his pleading eyes before shaking my head and looking back down.

It's killing him?

"He had no right to say those things, George."

"I know...I know he didn't. You see, Freddie isn't the smartest in the family. He just kind of lost it, I guess, seeing you with that Sebastian bloke."

"I agree. He's nowhere near the smartest in the family. That'd be your mother. Or your father... Maybe Bill, actually." I tapped my quill against my chin thoughtfully as I pondered the Weasley family intelligence. Ginny is brilliant too, but Percy doesn't have enough common sense...

"Ouch," he said flatly before shaking his head, "C'mon, Y/n. Just talk to him. Give him a chance to explain."

"He hasn't tried to speak with me so I'm not going to try and speak with him. Oh, and let me guess, Lee is having this exact conversation with him right now?"