Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who and Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #138 - Self Conscious No. 8 (Fremma)

Fred Weasley and Emma

*Freds POV*

Fred shoved the last piece of Yorkshire Pudding in to his mouth before chewing and swallowing with great difficulty. There was a reason he was eating so quickly. He was set to meet his best friend Emma by the lake. Fred flickered his eyes to the brass clock in the corner and saw it was almost 7. He brushed himself of crumbs and quickly walked out the kitchens.

Walking down the corridor he felt a strange prickling at the back of his neck. He could sense someone watching him. He looked round and saw the familiar flash of green. Slytherins, he thought bitterly.

"Oi Slytherins! Get your slimy arses out here so I can kick them!" He shouted threateningly, rolling his sleeves up. A devilish laugh echoed throughout the corridor and no other then Graham Montague swaggered out. He had a wide grin on his face as he twirled his wand in his fat fingers.

"Tut tut, Weasley, Mummy blood traitor wouldn't approve of language like that." He mocked. Fred growled.

"That's it Montague, YOU'RE DEAD YOU NUMPTY!" He said pulling out his wand.

"I don't think so Weasle-F! Malum amici!" Montague exclaimed flicking his wand.

Freds vision went black for a moment and he swayed from side to side. He collapsed to the floor, his head pounding. Soft footsteps came from behind him and he heard a louder thump as the person knelt down.

"Fred?" A gentle, melodic voice asked. Fred groaned and lifted his head. Black spot danced in his vision and it took a moment before his vision cleared. The first thing her saw were your eyes, then your long lashes, then the stray hairs that fell into them. Your lips pulled up into a smile. "You're an idiot. What did you do?"

Fred frowned. His mind told him you were a friend. A best friend. Maybe even a crush. But this voice was immediately shoved into the road and run over. The only thought left was anger. You was obviously a bad person. He made up his mind in a split second. Quickly he pushed you to the floor, making you gasp, and stood up, his face like thunder.

"Don't touch me." He snapped.

*Your POV*

"Don't touch me." He snapped. Your eyes widened innocently and you picked yourself off the floor, more confused than upset. He glared at you for a moment and then stormed off.

"Fred?" You asked and sprinted up to him. He kept looking forward and ignored you. You smiled slightly. This was obviously a joke. He wouldn't ignore you on purpose. "Freeeeeeed" You teased. He snarled as he turned the corner. Your eyes widened a little - he was really into this.

"Freddie." You whined. He suddenly turned, making you step back in alarm. His eyes shot pure irritation into your innocent orbs. He stepped forward so his face was inches from yours, red with anger, and sneered.

"Get the hell away from me you pig." He spat. You stepped back further, subtly wiping the spit from your face. Hurt flashed over your face and his face softened for moment before turning back to his stony facade.

"Wha-what?" You stuttered.

"Are you thick or something? Get the hell away from me you, Fat. Ugly. Pathetic. Cow!" Now the tears came. Your eyes filled until your vision blurred and you held your head in your hands. A door opened behind you but you didn't notice. Your best friend and long time crush had hurt you. A lot.

"Fred? Emma?" Another voice said behind you. You turned slightly and saw a replica of Fred behind you.

"GO AWAY GEORGE!" Fred shouted, he looked down at you, an evil glint in his eye - and not the playful one you were used to. "I'll deal with this mud-blood."