Harry Potter One-Shots // (X Reader)

Break Ups and Revenge (Fred Weasley)

Tears soaked your pillow as you heaved in great, labored sobs. You couldn't think straight, you barely ate, you felt like dying, all because of him.

Zabini. You hated the name. He dated you and let you fall in love with him only to see him with another girl, snogging in the corner of The Three Broomsticks. You whimpered a little at the thought. 

You hated the name.

Sniffling, you picked yourself off the floor where you had been crying and walked over to your bed. Pictures of you and Blaise hung around the frame in beauty, and you let out another whimpering sob as you looked at the memories. The memories that were tattered by the one in Slytherin Robes.

"I hate you." You mumble.

Then, something inside you like a spark lights up and you clench your teeth in anger. Your insides light on fire as you feel fresh tears stream down your cheeks, now not from fear, but from anger. A passion so bright it could ooz out of you and you clutched at the pictures with desperate fists.

"I HATE YOU!!!" you scream, fisting pictures and sending them flying across the room, "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!"

Your room was in tatters but you didn't care, feeling yourself crack as you skided onto the floor. Violent sobs racked your body, and you covered your hands with your face.

You heard the door open and the familiar voice of your best friend Hannah Abbot ring through the Hufflepuff dorm, "Oh Beasley..."

Hannah came over to you and held you while you cried, tears streaming down your face before you drifted into a deep sleep.

~•~

Potions class was rather dull. You walked into the room, ignoring the cold chill that usually ran down your back as you entered the spacious room, trying desperately not to show anyone your pain.

You thanked God that you had potions with the Gryffindors today instead of the Slytherins.

You looked around for Hannah but she was currently talking to Longbottom. Those two sure we're getting on lately. Instead, you made a beeline for your Gryffindor best friend's table.

Fred Weasley sat with his legs crossed on the table, one hand behind his head and one twirling a pencil between his fingers. He was concentrating hard on the pencil twirling before hearing you plant your stuff next to his chair. He looked up and flashed a toothy grin at you, but you didn't return it.

"Moorrrnin," he drawls, taking his feet off the table and turning towards you, sitting back in his chair, "Long time no see Beasley."

You look at him with a scowl and turn back to your book bag, trying to hide the hurt in your actions. "Where's George?" you ask.

"Detention with Minny," he says casually, seeing when you put all your books on your side of the table and kicking his feet up once more, "He and Lee set off a little bit of worry sprouts in the Transfiguration room this morning. Poor Minny was fretting about all kinds of stuff before she realized who did it. I was in the bathroom so I didn't get convicted."

You roll your eyes and say under your breath, "How the bloody hell did they even get their hands on worry sprouts?"

Fred grins at you, "Snape's private stash. It's on the third floor; second door to your right. We learned how to infiltrate that thing years ago."

Normally, such nonsense with the twins and Lee would've made you laugh, but not this morning. This morning you felt like there was a weight on your chest, causing you to be incapable to feel any emotion except sadness. Fred noticed this too, as you scowled at your paper at his remark and didn't chuckle like always.