Blackbird (draco malfoy)

7.I Wonder What It's Like To Be Loved By You

a/n: just came here to say that i love fred sm and writing him like this makes me so sad especially cause this sort of situation is so personal to me :/ this was originally gonna be a filler chapter but i just got too into it and now it's one of my longest ssfjsdfjkd

Fred's POV:

Despite my previous worries, I actually had a good time tonight - well as good as a night you can have while watching the girl you love fall in love with someone who you know will never love her as you do.

I wanted to be a good date for Angelina but every time I turned my head from her to see them dancing so passionately on the dancefloor, his hands touching Phi's delicate skin, was like another dart being thrusted at the dartboard that was my heart, the bullseye being struck as I witness their kiss and bloody hell what a kiss it was- so public and yet so intimate, leaving my eyes feeling like intruders. But in those tiny fragments of time where I forgot my pain, the night was somewhat good.

Angelina left early, complaining of sore feet but obviously that was nowhere near the real reason as I only danced with her once while Phi was sat out so I knew there was no chance of bumping into her. The rest of the night was spent attempting to deflect off my bad mood and onto creating as many jokes about Ron's appalling robes as possible.

"Be careful with that drink Ronald, wouldn't want you spilling it on that lovely frock Great Aunt Tessie's let you borrow" I smirk but am not met with the same reaction from Ron who has been moping and scowling for what must've been an hour now "Must say I didn't think dirty maroon was your colour but I think you might've just pulled it off, what did Padma think ay?"

"Oh she loved it Fred, loved it so much she left me for some bloody Beauxbatons boy" Ron sneered back at me.

"Someone's obviously feeling feisty tonight, guess it must be hard to see the love of your life dancing with someone else" Tears begin to brim my eyes, I wipe them clean trying to act as normal as possible because for once, I was the one being too sensitive to handle my jokes.

"Hermione is not the love of my life!"

"Aha! I was talking about Krum, you know the one you were gushing over for the whole of the world cup? But I've got you now, wonder what 'mione would think if I told her" I comeback while also wondering myself what I would do if someone exposed me to Phi.

"Piss off Fred, it's not like you haven't been doing the same thing as me all night" Startled by his words, all I can do is stare back dumbfoundedly at my brother "We all know, you do realise that right. Well not all of us she's still oblivious" he says nodding at Phi, who is now back on the dancefloor with Malfoy. I can't help but let my mind explore the idea of me being in his place, holding her carefully as I lift her up , letting her glide in the air above me, admiring her as I do so that I can take in every last drop of her beauty.

"I'll tell her , I will. I just-"

"You just need to do something or anything Fred cause trust me ... it doesn't get much bloody better if you don't" Ron cuts in as he resumes his sulking.

"I... I know"

*start song now*

Deciding I've had enough of the night, I gather my robe and go to head out but am stopped as I see them together again, as if they're taunting me everywhere I turn, reminding me of my biggest regret. You know how parents always have that one big story they tell their kids to teach them a lesson? I can already tell this will be mine- but then again will the thought of this story be as hard to tell as it is to live it...

I walk behind them carefully(but still with plenty of room between us so I didn't across as a total stalker) with a slightest glimmer of hope Draco would leave her alone soon so I could get just a moment alone with Phi. Surely he wouldn't walk her all the way back to her room? But as we walk up staircase after staircase the glimmer seems to diminish as we reach the entrance to the Slytherin common room, which in my opinion was rather dingy-looking for a house that prides itself so much on appearances. Resulting to hiding behind a stone statue, reluctantly I listen in as even though I wanted to speak to her desperately, I respected her privacy but also really couldn't stand to hear what Malfoy might be saying to her.