"You're telling me you've never thought of this?" He whispers against my skin. "Can't say I have." I breathe out. "Your breathing tells me differently." I feel him smirk against my skin. "Hush up and kiss me."
|Fred Weasley x Female OC
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E L A R A
A strong arm pulls me away from the great hall. "What the hell?" I mutter under my breath. "We need to talk." Fred states. "About what?" I scoff. "Us." He replies.
"What are you talking about? There is no us." I answer with a confused expression. "So none of what we have been doing means anything to you?" He asks in a hurt tone.
"Whatever this is-" I motion between us before continuing. "It's just sex." Fred runs a hand over his face, looking away from me. "Did you think it was more?" I raise an eyebrow. "I- No," he replies. "Then what is bothering you, Fred?" I ask.
"I just can't believe I thought a Malfoy could have human emotions." He answers before pushing past me to enter the great hall. I stand there, completely stunned. A strange feeling blooms in my chest, like a sting in my heart.
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"Elara? Are you okay?" Sage asks. "I'm fine Sage, really," I reply nonchalantly. Rowan does his 'I call bullshit' look. "What Rowan?" I raise my eyebrows. "Just wondering if it has anything to do with whoever you're sleeping with this week." He smirks.
"Are you trying to slut-shame me right now?" I ask. "If the shoe fits." He never breaks eye contact with me. Sage and Tate share a look, knowing this might blow up.
"The things I could say about you right now," I mumble. "Oh wait- I forgot who I was for a moment there." I fake laugh. "I hate that I have to say this but, Tate, Rowan drunkenly admitted that he thinks you're 'boring and that he thinks you're crazy for not wanting to have sex.' Sage, I love you more than I can explain but Rowan over here likes to call you slurs behind your back. If it wasn't for my father threatening me I would've dropped you long ago Rowan. I know the only reason you are friends with me is to get into my pants. Like father like son."
The great hall is silent.
Everyone heard what I said.
"Elara." Sage touches my arm gently. I pull it away, my face hot with anger. "You. Rowan Novak might be more of a bastard than your father, and that's saying something." I state before basically running out of the great hall.
Is it possible to feel pain and relief at the same time? Because that's how I feel. A strange pain from Fred's words but relief for standing up against Rowan. Having to pretend that his father didn't hurt me the way all the other death eaters do was getting tiresome.
| A U T H O U R S N O T E | Cried while doing my Algebra II/Trig homework today😌✌🏻
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