Don't fall in love with me- Fred weasley

1

The cold weather was seeping into the castle, sending an almost constant shiver ran through me. I can't help the sigh as I pull my cloak slightly tighter round my shoulder before rounding the corner and beginning to ascend the stair case.

"Hey dad," I call pushing the door to his classroom open and walking into the office in the back of it. My dad looks up from the work sprawled out on his desk, clearly in the middle of marking essays.

My dad, Sirius Black had me when he was ridiculously young, the result of a one night stand that was dumped on his doorstep when he was only 18. By 20 he had sorted his feelings out and admitted them to Remus Lupin and soon enough I had two dads. Lily Potter as a mother figure and James Potter as a god father and a fun uncle. Their kid became like my brother and we grew up in two houses with the fencing in between knocked down, practically one big house that the six of us lived between.

"Hey kid, you okay?" He questions with a smile as I approach him, clearly sensing my bad mood.

"Just needed a hug," I admit. He smiles gently opening his arms and allowing me to collapse into them, rubbing my back gently.

"What's up?" He asks, motioning with his head to the empty arm chair across from his desk.

I tell my dads everything, they were young and understood what it felt like to be trying to balance friendships, relationships and Hogwarts. They also happen to be the only people I can't lie too, meaning they'd eventually find out anyway and Remus was observant enough to pick up on the smaller details.

"Just life," I shrug, he gives me a knowing look, rummaging through his drawer and pulling out a bar of chocolate. Throwing it at me and sending me a small smile when I bite into it, immediately feeling a little better.

"By that I presume you mean Fred?" He questions. Neither of my dads had been surprised when I confessed I had feelings for my good friend. The Weasley twins had become my best friends almost instantly when I arrived at Hogwarts and it had been obvious my feelings for Fred were slightly different than the ones I had for George.

Although I loved them equally, Fred's touch and naturally flirty persona made butterflies erupt in my stomach, whereas, George's fierce protectiveness and constant laughter was like that of a big brother.

"It just suck y'know? I mean he doesn't have to be as ridiculously in love with me as I am him but why can't he just look at me like I'm not related to him? Look at me like I'm a girl who has been through puberty and not the wormy little 11 year old he met on the first day?" I rant. I'm aware of how ridiculous I sound but it's true. How could I ever hope for him to feel the same way if he still saw me as an 11 year old? Loves me like he loves Ginny?

"I'm sure he's aware you've grown up to become a beautiful young woman," my dad sighs sympathetically.

"That's almost worse! I'm in love with him and he's aware I'm not an eleven year old and still doesn't give me a second look," I complain

"I know it's hard Em, just remember that he's your friend and it's all confusing right now," he smiles lightly.

"He fancies Angelina," I announce. My dad looks mildly taken aback by the news.

Our friend group was well liked within the school. The twins were popular for being funny and pranking everyone. Lee was loud and excitable and made the whole school (minus Slytherins) cackle with his Quidditch commentary. Angelina was my closest girl friend, she was pretty and funny and fiercely loving. Katie was equally as chatty and approachable, making everyone around her feel comfortable. Alice who is the sweetest girl on the planet and is good at literally everything. And then there was me.

We made up 5/7 of the Gryffindor quidditch team. We were known for being loud and always laughing and we were all so happy.

Now I wanted nothing less than to spend time with my group. With Fred flirting and Angelina blushing. I had always assumed his flirting with her was the same as when he flirted with everyone else, just his nature.

He had been talking happily about his plans to turn Professor Dumbledore's beard bright pink as we sat in the common room. I was half listening, half watching the way he kept glancing at Angelina, who was talking to Wood about the upcoming quidditch game, having asked him for some pointers. I'd called him out on it, expecting him to roll his eyes and ruffle my hair and tell me I would always be his favourite girl. He'd smirked widely before admitting he liked her. My heart snapped in my chest. Trying to not cry as I nodded along with his happy explanation of his feelings. Taking the first excuse to leave the room and get away from his talking.

"As in Johnson?" Dad questions, radiating pity. I nod with a slightly sour look on my face.

"I'm sorry. What's the worst," he sighs. There's nothing more he can say, nothing he can do to make me feel any better so he settles for a sympathetic smile and grabbing my hand to give it a gentle squeeze.

"Professor Lupin?" A voice calls

"In my office!" He calls back, shooting me a sorry smile. The door is pushed open by a shy looking first year Ravenclaw.

"Oh I'm sorry I'll come back," she apologises blushing madly.

"It's alright I'm going now anyway," I smile gently to her. Grabbing my bag and standing up "thanks for the chat Dad," I grin. He nods giving me a tight hug.

"Come find me if you need to talk," he offers.

"I will," I grin, passing him the uneaten half of my chocolate bar before flashing the Ravenclaw a grin and heading out of the room.

**

"Where have you been?" George questions as I re-enter the common room. He's sat next to Lee on the sofa by the fire. Katie sending me a smile, is perched on a nearby armchair, nose in a muggle romance book. Whilst Alice is on the floor by the fire, attempting to dry her damp jumper, clearly have been caught in the rain outside.

Fred is sat in a distant corner talking to Ron, Harry and Hermione with a smirk on his face. He raises a hand in a wave when I enter before turning back to the trio.

"Dad's office," I shrug, settling into the space between the boys on the sofa. Leaning my head on Lee's shoulder and placing my feet in George's lap.

"You okay?" George questions, worry flashing on his face. I have dinner with my dad twice a week but it's a known fact when I'm sad that's the first place I go. He's undoubtedly piecing together that something is brining me down.

"Better than ever," I nod. He raises his eyebrows, not believing me in the slightest.

"There's my favourite girl," Fred grins as he drops into the open arm chair. George still glancing at me with concern in his eyes "You were gone ages. I was starting to think you'd got lost," he continues.

"Just about found my way back, no need for a search party this time," I smirk. He rolls his eyes, noticing all of a sudden the concern the rest of the group is looking at me with.

"What's up? Why are we looking at Black like she's clinically insane?"

"They're being dramatic," I announce

"Sounds about right," Fred laughs lightly.

"She's been at her dad's office this whole time," George declares

"I was gone like a half hour at most," I groan

"You alright?" Fred questions. The same concern is written on his face.

"You're all such drama queens," I complain, thankful for the groups attention shifting when Angelina enters the circle. Dropping onto a spare armchair in the cluster

"Possibly the worst detention of my life, so thanks for the Jordan," she complains, Lee raises his hands in mock innocence with a smirk on his face.

"Who was it with darling?" Fred questions casually, eyes trained solely to her. They talk for a few minutes and I hate the sudden urge I have to shove my close friend down a flight of stairs. The jealousy.

I stand up, wanting away from them together, looking at each other with gooey eyes. "What's wrong?" Katie asks

"Nothing. Prefect rounds," I smile before leaving the room as quickly as possible.