Blue Belle {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 85

The days went on and so did the nights and so did the nightmares. They tormented and played with Belle to the point where she was afraid to sleep. She would lie in bed each night and stare at the ceiling, screwing her eyes shut as the door opened and someone peaked in, usually being Remus or Mrs Weasley.

That wasn't just it.

He taunted her, he cackled in her ears and sent shivers down her spine. He rose goosebumps on her pale skin and held the hairs straight up. His thick accent echoed within her and never left her.

It was all your fault...

You did this...

You killed us...

We hate you...

Everyone hates you...

The list went on. It never stopped and Belle couldn't take it. She tried to distract herself by revising and revising trying to understand and remember the work she would need to at the end of the school and year for her N.E.W.Ts. But even that was tearing her apart.

The words on the page mixed up. The words never stuck in her mind despite the consistent rehearsal. She neglected food and sleep because none of that was going to help her, not in her eyes anyway. Her father did notice that she was skipping either of them, neither did Fred, he and George are too busy planing their shop, even thinking about not going back to school.

The only good thing that made Belle seem like herself was the news that had been brought about from Bill and Harley.

Despite, not knowing until they had been questioned by Tonks and then doing a test, Harley was in fact pregnant.

That was the first night in a while that Belle and Fred spent together, alone. George was with Bill and Harley whisky Fred snuck Belle off to his and George's bedroom where they cuddled in bed.

With his hands rubbing the dimples on the bottom her spine, his fingers just under the hem of her shirt, Belle played with the buttons on his shirt, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I've missed this," mumbled Fred, his voice sending vibrations from his chest onto Belle's cheek.

Belle hummed a soft "mmhm" in response, her eyes staring out ahead of them.

"I think this baby thing has come about at a great time! This means mum'll be fussing about Harley and Bill so much, me and Georgie's experiments will go amiss." Said Fred, chuckling, "mind you, once we get a building me and Georgie won't have to hide from mum at all, we'll be free to do as we want!"

Belle didn't say anything. Her thoughts were clouding her head and it sounded as if she was underwater.

"Belle?"

Her eyes flicked up and Fred raised his eyebrows. "I'm not too boring to you, am I?"

"No, no, no," she said adjusting how she was sat.

"Then why are you acting all, quiet? You've never been quiet, even when we first met!"

Out of impulse and the fact the he would not shut up in her head, Belle flipped herself on top of Fred and kissed him.

At first Fred was taken back but within seconds he responded and enjoyed the situation. His lips left hers and trailed to her neck but she pushed him back and fell off of him.

"Belle? What's up?" Fred quizzed, confused and slightly saddened by her reaction.

Belle shook her head and stood up, "I just remembered I- um- I have to...feed by blowfish!" She scurried out of the room leaving Fred to slump down and cover his face. What had just happened.

* * *

That night Fred was awake in the midst of twilight and couldn't get a wink of sleep. George was snoring away, his body hanging half of the bed and Fred swore he had heard faint mumbles of "Timmy" but he shook it off, George was probably dreaming of a new product- or so he thought.

The boy was bored and decided to annoy his girlfriend. He left his brother asleep and wondered up the stairs to Belle's room and didn't even knock before brushing in. The girl was up reading through a school book and jumped at the sight of her shirtless boyfriend in the doorway to her room.

"What are you doing up?" She asked him, scooting over so that he could join her.

"I could ask you the same thing, but I can see what you're doing." He ripped the book from her hands and chucked it across the room.

"Fred!" Belle groaned rolling her eyes. "I'm trying to study!"

"It's three am!" Fred retorted, "you need to sleep, exams are a waste of time!"

Belle growled at her boyfriend in annoyance and stood up collecting her book and returned to the side of the bed. Fred was smirking at her reaction until she promptly picked up her shoe from the floor and whacked him with it.

Keep hitting him...

Do it...

He deserves it...

He took you away from me...

JUST DO IT!

Fred exclaimed in a whispered begging the girl to stop and finally, after a little bit of a struggle snatched the shoe from her. Belle didn't stop, however, she used her book instead.

"Belle!" Fred hissed smacking the book from her hand. "For fucks sake! Stop! What's your problem?!"

Belle glared at him. "I'll tell you what's my problem! You! You and George might have your future all planned out but I, however, do not! You might breeze through exams or not even take them but I cannot! You don't understand what this means for me! It's bad enough that I am thick and cannot do anything to do with education right! But I am the daughter of a werewolf! People do not take kindly to werewolves and I know it's horrible to say that about my father, but it's true! So don't you flipping dare ask me what my problem is, because I will rain down on you like multiple shoes and books!" She pushed him down and kicked his shins.

Fred whimpered in pain. When she stopped he stood up and limped out of the room, shaking his head and trying not to cry.

Belle sighed and slapped her head multiple times trying to shut him up.

Fred returned to his bedroom and curled up in his bed.

It was now that he realised...

He was in relationship with a violent girl.