Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 8: Friends.

After the feast I went straight to the girl’s dormitory. I needed time to think about things before Fred and I talked about it. I had no idea what to do. I really cared about Fred but I was extremely hurt. He had been there for me through so many hardships so breaking things off would be difficult. I unpacked my things as everything buzzed around in my head. I couldn’t stand this. I ignored the vision about Cedric and impulsively ran down the stairs ready to embrace Fred. I was going to grab his face and plant my lips on his. He was mine and only mine. I didn’t care what happened because it would never happen again. I would make sure of that.

I saw George sitting alone on the couch so I ran to him. George looked up at me with wide eyes. “I thought you went to bed.” He said stunned. I frowned knowing something was going on. “Where’s Fred?” I asked. George did not meet my eyes or speak. Instead he hung his head. I glanced around the room and see Fred sitting in the corner with Angelina. She was sitting in his lap and they were laughing. I walked straight over to them, anger overtaking me, “Hey, Fred. Guess what… We are over!” I yelled. Fred jerked his head towards me, smile wiping off his face in a hurry. I wanted to hit him but instead I smiled and pranced back upstairs, making sure to swing my hips as I did so.

I woke up early the next morning. My head was throbbing. I had been crying all night. Ginny came to check on me before bed, she had seen the whole thing. She comforted me and told me not to worry about what would happen between the rest of the family and me. She claimed that Fred was the only one who would have a problem with me. She left me feeling slightly better, but with an empty feeling that I wasn’t sure could be helped. I jumped out of bed and immediately went to take a shower and beautify myself. I wasn’t going to let Fred see me hurt. I was going to make sure he regretted what he did. I was going show off.

By the time I was ready, most of the other students were just waking. I went to the Great Hall anxious to see if Cedric would talk to me. Nobody was in there yet. I sat down and played with a piece of toast. Students slowly filled the room. No sign of Cedric. A few more minutes passed and I see him goofing off with the two boys from the train. He glanced at me but continued to walk to the Hufflepuff table. My heart sank. To make everything worse, Fred walked in sporting an over enthusiastic Angelina. It was the first day back and the drama was already starting. Seeing Fred with Angelina made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe how cold hearted he was being. I just didn’t understand where things went wrong. One day he was kissing me and telling me he loved me then the next he acted like he hated me. I couldn’t take it; I threw my toast down and walked from the Great Hall and out the double doors to the beautiful campus. I had an hour until Herbology so I figured I could sit by the lake. Water soothed my broken spirit. The journey took a whole five minutes. I plopped on the grass and shifted through my pockets to find my schedule. I pulled up a small piece of paper. I opened it. “I know you have been hurt by someone else. If you will let me, I want to try and fix it. I know I have just met you, but I know you feel the undeniable connection between us. Meet me at the lake before class. –Cedric.” I had forgotten that I even had it! I looked around and noticed Cedric standing behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“I didn’t think you would come after last night.” I said breathlessly but the sadness from Fred still lingered.

“Well, I am just glad you came. I didn’t know if you and Weasley were going to stay together. You two looked pretty friendly last night.” He told mirroring my sad expression.

“He only did that so you would see and stop talking to me,” I replied as I picked at the crisp, green grass.

“I half expected that.” Cedric said shrugging. “I think he’s just trying to make you jealous.” I laughed at this notion. Fred had no reason to make me jealous.  “Why on Earth would he do something like that? Things were perfect one day and horrible the next. I guess this summer just tore us apart.” Cedric just shrugged. “His loss is my gain.” We sat in silence for a few minutes until he said “I ran across this poem that reminds me of you. Do you want to hear it?”