"Y/n what is that you are always writing in?" Ginny asked looking over your shoulder. You were having a sleepover with her. She was the only 4th year you could tolerate.
"Just notes for O.W.L.S." You spoke.
Ginny visibly shuddered.
"I feel you, Mcgonagall is breathing down my neck about my grade. It's gone down from an O to an E. I suppose it's the stress of them." You laughed.
"So," she said jumping on the bed you were sitting in. "Boys." getting straight to the point,
Your mind immediately went to one boy. If anybody found out you would die of embarrassment. Anybody who was anybody knew that you and Fred were just friends. But you couldn't help but feel butterflies erupt in your stomach when he smiled at you.
"Well there is one," you smiled to yourself as you thought of a certain Ginger. "But he is just a close friend." that comment blew your cover as Ginny started to squeal then her face morphed into a disgusted one.
"You like my brother." she groaned.
"Y-, how did you know," blush crept up on your ears. "I never gave many hints."
"I had a feeling for a while but now it's good to know." She sighed and looked down at your diary and her eyes widened. "Hmm what's this?" A mischievous hint in her voice.
"Nothing," you said quickly, "I think it's about time we go to bed."
Ginny stared at you suspiciously before shaking her head a turning over on her side of the bed.
You finished your sentence in your diary and felt your eyelids grow heavy with with sleep. You drifted away with the book still open.
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"Ok come on shh," A voice whispered in the dark.
"One tw"- George stopped counting down to his prank, he shined his wand on you. He saw Fred's name written in a book on top of you. Somehow the twins were able to charm the stairs to not keep them from getting into the girl's dorm, and they planned on crashing you and Ginny's sleepover.
"Freddie looks at this," he carefully picked up the book and started reading.
"Wow," Fred breathed. You had jotted down what he was wearing that day and what you liked about it. He flipped to a page that started with 'dear Fred'.
Dear Fred
You are NEVER going to see this but, yk if u do, wait know you are NEVER going to see this. Hey.
I like you
That felt good to write out. I love the way you put your hair up in a man bun while in 4th year made me laugh all the time. I love your laugh, makes my heart flutter. I love your impressions of teachers, especially professor Snape. You were the first person to come up to me in my 1st year whilst you were in my 3rd year. I'll never forget the joke you made.
"Hey y/l/n what do you do to get a squirrel to notice you, act like a nut"
I was so confused but right then and there I had fallen for you. Hard.
Sincerely, Y/n
Fred was dumbfounded and slack-jawed. George had the identical expression.
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You saw your diary sitting on the nightstand. Your heart dropped but you assured yourself that you did that yourself. You grabbed your things and went to get ready.
You showered in the perfect bathrooms soaking in the vanilla and honey scent.
You dried yourself and brushed your hair till it was soft to the touch and put y/h robes on and continued to the great hall for breakfast.
You went to go sit at the y/h/t and grabbed a simple buttered toast whilst writing in your diary. You bit your lip as you concentrated. You could feel eyes on you and you looked up.
Your eyes met with a brown one that you were all too familiar with. Fred.
He studied you for a moment. And you could feel your heart stop. He looked really good. The sun was hitting his hair casting it in a golden-like state and it was slightly damp from his shower. He smirked at you and you almost fell over.
He turned to George and talked but you couldn't read his mouth.
George looked over at you and smirked at the identical one to Fred.
You put your quill down and began to nervously eat. You saw Fred glance down and your book and you put the pieces together. You tried your best to keep a poker face but it was too hard.
You got up abruptly and left the great hall not looking back.
You stood on the marble stairs to catch your breath and try to process what had just occurred
"Hey," Fred was suddenly standing In front of you with his hands in his pockets. You were sat down so you just stared at his shoes. He kneeled to be eye level with you and saw that you were crying while holding your diary.
He took hold of your hand. "The butterflies your feeling right now, I feel them too. I like you too," you parted your lips slightly as you looked at him with flushed cheeks.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to tell you that? Too long." he stood up and pulled you up easily with one hand. He leaned you against the railing and kissed you. You dropped your books to the ground and melted into the kiss.
He pulled away first "I saw the letter you wrote about me," he looked down ashamed. "I couldn't help it. I saw my name written and overstepped my boundaries, I-"
You folded yours and his hands together silently thanking him. "It's fine Freddie,"
You walked hand and hand towards the Gryffindor table, George high-fived Fred.
Ginny who was eating cereal dropped her spoon which clattered with her bowl. She was staring at yours and Fred's hands.
"I thought you liked Ron when you said you liked my brother," you looked over at Ron who sputtered out his eggs and looked over at Hermione who was reading whilst eat her bread and rolling her eyes towards Ron.
"She has standards little sister," Fred smirked at Ron as Ron just rolled his eyes.
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