Secrets - f.w.

Chapter 7

It's been a week since the party in the Gryffindor common room. 

A week since I had sex with Fred Weasley. 

And a week is also how long I've been avoiding him for. I mean what was I thinking? I knew him for how long? A couple days and I have sex with him? I barely know him and I know that this is just going to ruin our friendship. How could I have been so stupid? He was the closest thing I had to a friend and I probably ruined that. 

I do have to admit though, that it was the best sex I've ever had. I haven't had much experience, but it was amazing. 

I wouldn't be surprised if Fred never talked to me again. After that night, I ran out of there faster than you could say quidditch. Of course I wanted to stay there with him, but I panicked. I haven't made it a point to talk to him ever since then. It hasn't been too hard because he's in a completely different house, and a different year so I don't have any classes with him. 

Except for study period. 

That's what I'm in right now. The class is in the dining hall, and it consists of students from every house and year. Fred's in my period, so is Ron, Hermione, and Lee. It's hard to concentrate when a certain prankster red head keeps trying to get your attention. I'm sitting a table away from them and every couple of minutes or so he's tossing a crumpled up piece of paper in my direction. At least I have more paper now. 

I make sure to keep my eyes down at my potions essay instead of looking up into Fred's gorgeous brown eyes. 

Great. Now I can't get them out of my head. 

I shake my head to rid the reminders of what happened that night. My thighs slightly clenching together at all the memories. 

"Pssst." Just ignore it Aurora. "Pssst. Hey Quinn. QUINN!"

"Mr. Weasley, I know you're not talking right now." I hear Snape threaten Fred. 

Fred scowls and turns back to his work. My heart clenches at the thought of him being upset with me, but it's just whats best. Because I know our friendship is ruined and we can't be in a relationship, if he would even want one, because I refuse to put someone in danger just because I have feelings for them. I have no idea what my "father" would do if he knew I was dating someone, especially a Weasley. And even if we just slept together occasionally, I would end up catching feelings. See... there's no way to fix my relationship with Fred. It would just be too weird. 

I focus back on my essay until I feel someone sit very close next to me even though there's a whole super long empty table. 

"Aurora, can we talk?" Fred leans in to whisper, making my breath halt in my lungs. 

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" I try and act cool, even though I'm freaking the fuck out inside. Honestly I have no idea how to talk to him even though he's seen my bare ass, I'm still super nervous. 

"Oh c'mon you know what I want to talk about."

"Can't say I do." 

"Why are you ignoring me?" He sounds irritated, but also a bit hurt and it makes my heart sting. 

"I've been busy." I say flatly. 

"Did I do something? Aurora please talk to me, I enjoyed that night and not just the sex, I enjoy talking to you. I thought it was amazing, but then you just mumbled something and ran out. I can't stop thinking about it Aurora. I can't help myself from thinking if I did something wrong, and if I did I'm so sor-" 

I cut him off, I just can't hear him try to apologize for something he didn't even do. "Fred stop. You didn't do anything, I just... I don't know. I panicked and I ran off. I'm sorry for making you think that you did something wrong, I should have handled the situation better."