one sickle ~ f.w.

chapter 12

--y/n's pov, the feast--

"i'm going to bed. good night george."

i storm off, too mad to think about anyone else. i just don't understand why fred hates me being friends with cedric so much - it's like he thinks the only people i'm allowed to be friends with are him and george. we've already talked about it, so why does he have to continue?

disheartened, i enter the dimly-lit common room and go up to the dormitory. as i lie in my bed, thinking about the events of the day and trying to calm myself down, i hear a knock on my door - i recognise who it is instantly. 

"y/n?" the voice says from behind the door.

"i don't wanna talk." i reply. 

i hear a floorboard creak, and footsteps getting closer and closer to my bed.

"y/n i just want-"

"fred, i already said i didn't wanna talk."

"please. let me finish, and if you don't like what i have to say i'll go." he says.

"fine." i turn over to face him, and he sits on my bed, starting to explain.

"so um... i wanted to apologise for what i said earlier. at the feast. i shouldn't have said what i said, and i want you to know that you can be friends with whoever you want, and it's not my place to keep you from that. so... i'm sorry, i really am. i hate it when you're like this, especially when i'm the reason. i hope you can forgive me soon, even if you choose not to now." as he waits for my answer, he looks nervous, and scared too. this breaks me, so of course i forgive him. how could i not?

i sit up and wrap my arms around him. "of course i forgive you." i whisper.

suddenly, he pulls away. "really? why?"

"stop being stupid, freddie. you really think i wouldn't forgive you after one insignificant little fight about cedric ? i'm not even that close with him!" i giggle. "just trust me, please. i don't like him." 

"and you're absolutely sure?"

"absolutely."

"george said i might make it worse if i came up here and apologised straight away, but i didn't wanna do it tomorrow, because i didn't wanna make you think i would never do it. so i said that i was going to bed, but i came here, so he thinks i'm sleeping."

"well i'm glad you came."

"what's the time?" he asks.

i check the analogue clock on the wall. "8:00. bit early to be sleeping if you ask me."

"shut up!" he laughs. "we still have some time before curfew then - where do you think george is?"

"he could still be in the great hall?"

"unlikely. let's check the common room."

we go down the stairs to find him studying for what seems to be potions, writing intently.

"hey look there he is." i say to fred quietly. he hasn't noticed us yet.

"you think we should go over?" 

"i don't know... he seems really focused."

"it'll be fine!" he tells me, and pulls me over, almost making me fall.

george looks up from his book, obviously hearing us. "fred? y/n? what are you doing here? i thought you were both asleep."

"it's only 8pm, do you really think that we would be sleeping at this time?" i laugh.