The Moon and Mars (Fred Weasley x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 10

I woke up snuggled up in Fred's arms on a chilly morning.  As I began to tussle around the bed I saw Fred wake up next to me.  He rubbed his eyes and pushed his hair away from his eyes before letting out a big yawn.

"Good morning, Fred."

He smirked.

"Get out."

I blinked my eyes, "What?"

He took out two pictures from his pocket and held them in front of me.  They were the photos from the day they tried to enter the Triwizard Tournament.

"Get out."  He repeated.

I furrowed my brows before I finally realized what had been going on this entire time, "You arse!"

"I don't have all morning."

"So that's all this was to you?  A sick attempt to save yourself from blackmail?"

He nodded.

Angry was an understatement.  I'd never felt more infuriated in my entire life.

"You are the worst person I've ever met!  You're evil, Weasley!"

He didn't say anything.

"I thought that our kiss meant something to you- I thought I meant something to you!"

"I told you already, I would be able to kiss you again and not feel anything.  And that's what I did. Now get out."  He said, stressing his last two words.

"What did I ever do to you?!"  I screamed, his roommates flinching in their sleep.

"Keep it down, would you?"

My eyes burnt up, but the thought of crying in front of Fred again made me want to vomit.

"Don't cry."  He said, leaning towards me.

"Don't tell me what to do!  You're foul!  I can't believe I've fallen for this.  This was all very wrong..."

"Stop giving me a lecture and get out for Merlin's sake!"

"Fine," I let out, "Fine.  But as soon as I leave this door I never want to see your bloody face again."

"Go on then," He gestured to the door.  I couldn't help but notice his voice got shakier and his posture was very stiff.

"Jerk."  I muttered before exiting and slamming the door shut.  A few sniffles came from my nose, but I was tearless.  At least I got that.

I buried my head in my arms as I sat on the couch, desperately hoping that I'd wake up and it would be Summer again, at the Burrow.  When nothing happened between Fred and I, and I was in a happy relationship with Ron.

Fred saw me as a stupid little girl who was easy to trick into giving him what he wanted.  And he was right, I was stupid.

And to think, I'm supposed to have this 'great intuition' that lets me know when something bad is going to happen.  But the entire night my intuition was screaming:

"Kiss him again! Kiss him again!"

Maybe I was just fooling myself, and this whole time I'd been getting lucky stomach aches on coincidentally bad occasions.

Despite everything, this wasn't entirely my fault.  He was so sick and twisted.

The worst part about all of this is that I never planned to actually show the pictures to anyone.  It just goes to show how much more I care about Fred than he cares about me.