The Moon and Mars (Fred Weasley x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 28

I'd like to say the pain went away, or got better at least, but it didn't.  Every passing day it got worse and worse.  It was a week until the final task now, and I felt awful.  It wasn't enough to convince me to go back to the Hospital Wing, but I found myself growing concerned about it.  But the reason I was most anxious was because I didn't know when my next pain attack was going to occur, and if it was any worse than the last one I didn't know what I would do.

I was scared.

"You're sulking."  Fred told me as I laid on his lap in the library.

"Sorry.  I've just got a lot on my mind."

"By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue."  Fred said, reading his copy of 'Much Ado About Nothing' out loud.

"In faith, she's too curst."  I said.

He looked at me in shock, "You have this bloody thing memorized?"

"I know all of the classics.  Now continue."

"Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's sending that way; for it is said, 'God sends a curst cow short horns;' but to a cow too curst he sends none."

"So, by being too curst, God will send you no horns."

"Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.  Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen."

"Beatrice is so funny.  I love her."

"What?  So you agree that you don't like beards?"

"Goodness no!  I detest them on men."

"Would you dump me if I had one?"  He asked.

"I wouldn't have to.  You're not capable of growing one at all, seeing as you have less facial hair than Pansy Parkinson."

"Ouch.  And what happened to not insulting girls?"

"She's an exception."  I joked.

Fred laughed quietly before flipping the page of the small book he held in the center of his palm, "You may light on a husband that hath no beard."

"What should I do with him?  Dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man: and he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him: therefore, I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and lead his monkeys into hell."

"Apes."  Fred corrected, "Not monkeys."

"Same difference."

"I love you."  He blurted.

I paused, "What?"

"Sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking saying that out of the blue."  He began to get up to leave.

"Fred wait,"

He ignored me as he jogged out of the library.  I stood up and ran after him, but as I exited the library he was nowhere to be seen.  Instead, I found myself bumping into another student passing by.

"I'm so sorry!  I'm all over the place right now."

"You're all good, here, let me help you up."

I looked up and saw Cedric Diggory with an outstretched arm, smiling softly.

I reached for his hand and as soon as my fingers touched his I felt a terrible pang in my gut.

It was happening again.