Fred Weasley Imagines

Intricacy on Strings - pt.9

You sat at your table, staring down at the Gryffindor table where there were all gingers except one. Pulling on your fingers, you chewed your lower lip and stood up.

He's in his dorm. He is in his dorm...

...and by now so are you.

You don't know how you got there but it's been days and you haven't seen him. You haven't heard from him. You haven't asked about him either.

Lifting your hand to knock, you felt your heartbeat escelate. Open. No, not open. Knock and open.

He's Fred. He is your best friend. He is somebody you are in love with for years of knowing him. He could have just got sick-

"Who are you lying to?" you sighed, dropping your head to your side and leaning your back on the door and with a second, falling onto the floor. "Ouch..." you let out a groan, finding yourself staring at the ceiling of his room.

You could feel something move on your right.

Silence.

Bed cracking.

Footsteps approaching.

Waiting, rock solid on the ground with your eyes wide and stuck on a ceiling, a red head popped in front of you, eyes brown, choclate as always.

"You always seem to make quite an entrance." he smiled, wrinkles by the corners of his lips as he put the chips between his knees and offered you his hand.

Perplexed as you were, you took his hand and were pulled onto your feet. When you were standing, he grabbed the chips and walked back to his bed.

You stood there, solid, awkward? - Maybe a little but so far so good.

He stopped before his bed and threw his chin over his shoulder. "You coming?"

"Uh-" your breath got caught in your throat and you quickly mumbled something. "Uh, yeah." you dragged your feet to his bed and sat oppposite of him, playing with your fingers, chewing on your lip...

"So you and Bash, then." he threw chip in his mouth and grinned. "Thought you didn't like that chap." he continued to speak quite casually.

"I didn't." you shook your head.

What was happening? He's acting as if... as if yesterday? - What?

You looked up at him. "When he kissed me you ran off?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

He laughed and grabbed and dug into the bag of chips again. "Yeah, sorry about that. My stomach was doing flip flops all day and then when I spun you around, I really had to go throw up." he lied. He lied perfectly through his teeth as if you sitting in front of you, telling him about that night didn't tear up his heart in all directions.

You're his best friend. He should be happy for you. It tore his heart and it tored yours as well.

"Oh..." you looked away, pulling your knees to your chins.

How dense could you have been to believe that Fred Weasley might be in love with you? It's honestly such a laugh, right? Here you thought he got jealous after seeing you and Perry kissing last night when in reality he got the stomach flu.

It almost made you cry and laugh at the same time.

Perry was right. You were waiting for someone else to love you, someone you had absolute no chance with. He was right in front of you, smiling and eating chips, recovering from his stomach flu.