⚯͛ Fred Weasley Fan Fiction.
After an accident, that happened because one of famous the pranks of the Weasley twins, Haven und Fred get to know each other. She always had the feeling that Fred is oddly familiar, what's up with that?
startet; 27/09...
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(This chapter might be a little bit confusing! Just so you know I'm not following any timelines! Feel free to imagine the twins in any year you want)
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The week went of with me not leaving me dorm quite often. I took classes only when I liked the subject. Probably the whole school knew about the new rumours about me and I wasn't ready to get confronted. Not because I couldn't face the truth, just because I couldn't answer their questions. What happened? Why did you fall? How are you feeling? I- I don't know. I really couldn't answer these questions. On Monday I took classes like normal, but as everyone started asking questions.. I left.
I'll figure it out myself.
Fred and I barely talked this week, even though he visited me quite often. He said that he's just here to tell me, that if I want to talk about anything he will be there for me. But I wasn't in the mood to talk. I barely talked and most of the time I just lay in bed with him. My head on his chest and my eyes just staring at the ceiling. Fred really was the cutest person I knew. He always tried to comfort me, by drawing circles with his fingers on my skin or mumbling positive things in my ear.
One time he fell asleep and as I noticed, I found myself smiling a little bit. He looked so damn cute when he was sleeping. If it wouldn't have wake him up, I would sit down on top of him just to play with his hair, that covers his face a little bit when he's sleeping.
It was the day of the winter ball, wich was every year before the winter holidays. Not a big deal for me to miss it. I told my friends to go and have fun. I didn't want to ruin anything by being in a bad mood. I would only ruin their evening. So I decided to stay in the common room, that was beautifully quite, since everyone left. I sat down at the sofa, that was the closest to the fireplace. Enjoying to read my book and the hot fire heating up my body.
There's a energy when you hold me. When you touch me.. it's so powerful.
My eyes focusing on the words printed on the paper, my teeth biting my lips. But as I heard the door of the common room open, I looked slightly dissatisfied to be interrupted. I rolled my eyes and looked for the person to blame him or her for destroying my reading flow.
