Obliviate || Fred Weasley (COMPLETE)

Over

**Cole Sprouse as Branimir Ivaylio**

I stepped into the empty common room and sat down on a sofa. I set my things in the coffee table in front of me and sat for a moment, my eyes closed, absorbing the day. The past few minutes alone were quite eventful on their own, but I just continued to remember the other minor details.

"Hey, Ellie," I opened my eyes to see the boy that broke my heart. He stood in the doorway, looking at me with sad eyes as he leaned against the door frame with his left arm.

"Oh," I said. "Hey."

"Do you hate me or something?" Fred asked.

"Why would you say that?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Well, these past couple of weeks, you seem to have been ignoring me," Fred answered.

"I have been ignoring you? I have tried talking to you all term, but you keep cutting our conversations short," I said calmly. "I thought that you hated me. Especially when you asked Angelina Johnson to be your date to the Yule Ball." I folded my arms and looked away from him and at the crackling fire.

"What does Angelina have anything to do with this?" Fred asked.

Still looking at the fire, I replied, "Angelina has everything to do with this, Fred." I stood up and looked at him, my arms still crossed. I started to lose my cool. "She's the reason that you hate me. She's the reason why you've been staying away from me and ignoring me for weeks. Angelina is the one you asked to the ball, not me. You said you loved me, Fred. Did that not mean anything to you? And when I said I loved you back, were those just empty words to you? Have you ever really had feelings for me?"

"Yes, I have-"

"Clearly you have a terrible way of showing it. If you have the guts to dump me off your list of friends and pretend like we never said I love you, then you obviously never felt for me at all." I turned around, not wanting Fred to see the tears that spilled from my eyes.

"Ellie-"

I took my things and walked out, not wanting to hear his excuses. I couldn't take anymore hits from him. He had already hurt me too much. More than I could even put down into words. I cried for what seemed like years, but it was only around an hour.

At last, someone had found me in the seemingly empty corridor near Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They sat dwn next to me, putting an arm over my shoulder and hugging me close to them. I recognized their scent as a familiar one.

Branimir.