Fred Weasley Imagines

Love Hurts - pt. 4

It was the last preparation for the ball. Today was the day that all of the students went through the dances all in one class.

The first was Quadrille and you weren't really excited about it, however, you did want it to be over as soon as possible.

Since that night- that walk you thought you could never look Fred in the eyes ever again. He didn't know how much he truly influenced on you. He didn't know, not even a tiny bit that all his words hurt. He wasn't apologising to you, he was trying to excuse himself for his words.

You glared at him, he glared back at you.

He was furious with you as well. The whole walk, the whole talk, it was useless when you refused to understand and listen to what he truly had to say. Why couldn't you just forgive him for this? The moment the two you stepped outside, the air, the energy, it was more than nice- it was comfortable and safe, homey even...

' -- The two of you walked through the portrait hole and started walking around the castle in your own, comfortable clothes. He apparently had a style of beige, light coloured clothes and you wore a bit dark coloured clothes today, navy blue sweatpants and black hoodie.

It was the kind of slow walk. He swung his legs in large steps and you hugged yourself because there was a slight breeze in the air.

He observed you at first. Your hair were in two dutch braids and they shone nicely on the moonlight. You were looking down on the ground, not really knowing how to start anything, so you waited for him to start.

"Are you cold?" he asked as he saw you tugging on the hoodie.

"A little." you shrugged, looking up at him.

"I would give you a jacket... if I had one." he smiled, opening his arms and showing you he only had a long sleeved shirt on.

"I'd take the shirt if offered." you grinned coyly at him.

"Well I don't have anything underneath so-" he stopped as he started to realise your unpure intentions. He let out a laugh. "Smooth." he lowered his head and shook it, then let the silence take over as he continued to look at you. Your nose, your chin, your baby hair on the side of your head poking out. "You calmed down since the whole steps turning into a slide thing."

You looked at him and smiled, just enough to light that one sparkle in your eyes. "Well, it's a lovely night... and you're more quiet that usual."

He let out another laugh. "Is that good?"

"That's fantastic."

"So you'd walk with me but not listen to me?"

"You seem to say all the wrong things but you did want to talk so here I am, listening."

He opened his mouth to say something but closed them just as soon. "Oh." he managed to let out. "Well... don't hate me- again but I meant what I said back then. You are barmy in the head"

"Wow thanks a lot, Fredrick." your tone got a bit colder and your brows furrowed, sparkle disappearing and causing him speak bluntly on.

"Fredrick? - No no no no wait. That's good. I like you when you're a bit crazy." he smiled. "The way you laugh and smile and be all quirky. I like you like that. You're adorable when you start jumping when you're excited and giggle when you see something pretty- even if it's an autumn leaf-"

"But thats not how you meant it back then did you?" you stopped and turned around sharply. You stared at him, not angrily but sadly. "Nobody likes to be called barmy in the head behind their back. You make me sound like I belong into a looney house, you asshat."