Fred Weasley Imagines

Sweet Fights - pt. 5

' You were so ashamed. Ashamed of yourself, ashamed that you don't remember half of the things that happened...

" Hey." he sat beside you and put his hand on your back.

"What are you doing here?" you said softly, not daring yourself to look at him in those black eyes.

"Taking care of my pupil." he smiled and you looked up, simpering in return.
But there it came, the rush, the sorrow. "I'm sorry, Viktor." tears spiked your eyes and he only wrapped his strong arms around you.

"It's alright, Mish." he kissed your forehead and pulled you closer to his chest. " YA zdes' radi tebya. Vsegda ." '

YA zdes' radi tebya. Vsegda. - I am there for you. Always.- He is there for you. Always. Why? Why couldn't he be like the others and just give up on a mess like you? - But that was not Viktor, was it?

"(y/n)?" a voice came from behind you and you slowly turned around, looking up at the ginger.

If only you had the energy to deal with him. But you didn't. Your head was pounding from the inside out. As if someone was drilling through your skull. Being concentrated was difficult and without any medicine, it was definitely a challenge.

He was the one who did this to you.

"I have nothing to say to you, Weasley." you stood up, grabbed the bag from the grass and walked by him.

"We need to talk." he walked after you.

"No, we don't." you replied, walking faster forward.

"We don't need to talk about how one second you want to have a Butterbeer with me and the next you're saying that everything is my fault."

"Because it is your fault!" you turned around and stormed back towards him, growling. "It was supposed to be a game. A simple school game but you Gryffindors got competitive and you wanted me out of the picture, which was unfair! I am a great Chaser, thought by the best. Back in Durmstrang, we played, not compete."

"Well, this is Hogwarts, darling. It's not Durmstrang."

"It sure it's not because you dumbarses hit my broom with a Bludger, thinking that I will fall on my head and be okay later. No. I could have died. I could have got a head injury where I couldn't talk or move or think. You didn't think about that! You thought about your house, yourself and the stupid House Cup."
"I said I was sorry." he sighed but you only rolled your eyes at him.

"Sorry will not stop my migraines, will it?" you pushed him and walked away. But he reached for your hand and he wrapped you in his arms. They were strong, almost immobilizing you in them. You couldn't move.

"Don't say anything. Just listen," he whispered before you could say anything. "I know. I know what I have done. It was me who threw that Bludger at you and me who caused everything to happen the way that it did. Me. Fred." he paused for a moment, taking in the breath. "If I could get a chance to take it back, believe me, I would. I'd take it back in a millisecond and I'd make sure that it was me who that Bludger hit. That it was me who would be walking around with migraines." his voice was so sincere you weren't even aware how your arms wrapped themselves around him. "The truth is." he now pulled away and you looked up at him innocently. "The truth is-" he found himself stuck and you smiled. For the first time, you smiled at him for being him. For being Fred. For being the person who knocked you off your broom. And he could have sworn it was him who couldn't breathe when you looked at him innocently, as if the whole world was doing what you pleased. "- the truth is that I fancy you. Since the day I saw you I have done nothing but drool over you- and maybe I thought that knocking you off your broom wouldn't resolve into this but I just want you to know that-"

"I'm complicated." you cut him off. "I'm annoying, anxious, filled with troubles and problems. I'm an addict and I love winning. I'm a maniac for winning but I come from a complicated past and I'm not sure you would want that." you were straight-forward with him. "Harry is my best friend since middle school and he is like my little brother. I am over-protective of him and I will probably put him before anybody. Even you and even me." you continued and he smiled, cupping your cheeks.

"Reckon that's gonna scare me?"

"Isn't it?" you quirked an eyebrow. "Scaring you, I mean?"

"No." he leaned closer. "It's only making me fall for you even more." and he pulled you up to his lips. He kissed you, once, just for the taste. "How about that Butterbeer, now?"