obliviate ~ f.weasley.

17 . finally

Delilah loved nothing more than to be in the company of the Weasley's, but transitioning from a house containing two, sometimes three people that occasionally shared a light conversation, to a household of five children (not including Harry and Hermione who had joined them in the last week of the holiday) and two adults, could be...overwhelming, particularly as the trio had been newly introduced to the concept of puberty. Emotions and hormones soared hard and fast, meaning Hermione and Ron were bickering even more than usual.

Delilah was sat at the table, George, Percy and Arthur discussed the function of a portaloo, Ron was chastising Hermione's lack of control of her beloved cat, while she reprimanded him for stepping on his tail, Harry making a feeble attempt to split the two up. Ginny was blatantly fawning over Harry, somewhat jealous of the cat that was curled up in his lap. 

Delilah decided to take herself outside, escaping to the front lawn where she rested on the grass. Stars were smattered about the dark navy blue sky, a half crescent moon hung in the air, crickets chirped and resembled the conversation inside, the smell of another one of Molly's successful feasts lingered in the atmosphere.

"You okay my dearest darling-est sweetheart?" Fred Weasley certainly knew how to make an entrance, sitting opposite her with a slight grunt as he hit the floor.

"I don't think darling-est is a word but, yes. Just came for some fresh air, only because I get a little stuffy and - okay what are you smirking at?" She couldn't continue her sentence as Fred's cheeky curved lip was enough to interrupt her train of thought.

"You kissed me."

She blinked.

"What?"

"After the quidditch match," He emphasised, resting back on his hands, "you snogged my face off."

Delilah let out a mighty scoff, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're not still going on about that, are you? I was grateful you were alive, of course I kissed you!"

"Me and not anyone else?"

Delilah rolled her eyes; she began to catch on to his insinuations.

"Fred, I would've kissed a dementor had it have been closer." She responded with the same arrogance and wit, though the humour seemed to have fizzled from his demeanour, the amusement that twinkled in his iris' now replaced with something else.

"What're you thinking about, Freddie?" Delilah reached out and caressed the side of his face, using the pad of her thumb to stroke his cheek bone, which she swore he leaned in to for a moment.

An exasperated sigh deflated his shoulders and caused them to slouch. The bottle of fizz that had been rattling in his chest for so long was about ready to burst, and Delilah had just unscrewed the lid.

"You."

Delilah gasped softly, the smile faltering on her lips as she witnessed the words that seemed to pour out endlessly.

"Every minute of every hour of every day, all I can ever seem to think about is you. It's distracting and frustrating and amazing all in one, but there is nothing I'd rather be distracted, frustrated or amazed by."

Delilah would have laughed, warned him to stop messing around before someone would get hurt, but for the first time he couldn't meet her stare. He was being genuine.

"I completely adore you. Everything about you," he smiled at the stars in the sky as he recollected memories, "I pull pranks on you, talk about stupid topics and wind you up just because I just want to be near you."

"You make me so happy," He finally managed to meet her eyes with his own, detecting the same adoration that he usually gazed at her with.

"And I hate how cliche this sounds, but it's a different kind of happiness than what I get from pulling a prank or being with George or playing Quidditch. It's like a warmth, and it takes over my entire being and I only ever get it when I'm with you." A grin tugged at his lips,

"And it is the best feeling in the world - oh Merlin! Truly the best feeling in the world when you smile or laugh or giggle and knowing it was because of me," he said with a chuckle of his own bubbling in his throat, "not just because of the noise but because your little face lights up, and you truly are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on, I've said that from the beginning, but when you smile-"

He closed his eyes and simpered, clearly in complete bliss at the image.

"It's heavenly. You are heavenly."

He met her glassy eyes once again, allowing herself a moment to process the words as she was truly drinking in every word his heart poured out.

"Please don't tell me I just told you all that for no reason." Fred had cowered behind his hands and he prepared himself for this inevitable blow.

"I can't believe you feel like that." She whispered, baffled that she seemed to miss all of these indicators that maybe Fred did see her as more than a friend. Even a best friend.

"I can't think of a time that I didn't."

Her heart was pounding hard, a million butterflies circled her stomach and goosebumps had risen to the surface of her skin.

She stood, bringing Fred up with her. His eyes had been reverted to the grass again, he knew what was about to happen. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he glared at the floor, regretting his decision to spill all to the girl he truly adored.

"You were right when you said that we go together." Delilah combed her nimble digits through the side of his hair, repeating her actions as if it brought some sort of comfort.

"Right..." He furrowed his brow at her, and she stepped forward, wrapping her arms over his shoulders. He was slightly smaller than her as she stood at the top of the hill, his eyes twinkling as he looked back up at her and placed his hands on her waist.

"So why don't we?"

Fred was truly shocked; he imagined the situation to go a thousand type of ways, just never this one. The right way.

"Really?" His voice was soft and quiet, disbelief laced between his words and written across his features.

"So what are you suggesting?" He pressed further, earning a smirk and an eye roll from Delilah.

"You know what I'm suggesting." She cocked a brow, Fred resting his forehead against her own.

"I know, I just want to hear you say it."

She smiled, one that was reciprocated from Fred.

"It would be an absolute honour to be your girlfriend."

He held her tight.

Every worry of her not feeling the same way, every outcome George had warned him about, the possibility of ruining their relationship due to unrequited feelings, the thought of fawning over a girl that would never see him as anything more than a best friend for the rest of his life, the dread of watching her move on with different boys and experience heart breaks while he helplessly watched on, catching her after every fall. All disappeared. There was only one thing aside from Delilah that ran through his mind currently,

finally.