Scars: A Fred Weasley Fan Fiction

Chapter 3- Crimson Hair

A/N- TW briefly mentions death. Hope you enjoy the picture I added :)

The bunch enjoyed the rest of their morning, keeping busy however they could. Arabella spent most of it outside sketching whatever caught her eye. Her notebook was filled with drawings of people, mushrooms, landscapes, and so much more. It was really anything she found interesting enough to be remembered. That exact reason is what made her cycle through notebooks so quickly, her brother once told her that everything had a purpose for being there and that they had crossed paths with it for a reason. Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were playing a small game of Quidditch, Ginny begged them to let her join but since she was a bit younger, and they were scared she would get hurt, they made her sit out the game. Arabella saw how bad Ginny wanted to play, and anyone could see the fire in her soul, ready to release itself onto anyone that got in her way. Even if she was young, Arabella knew Ginny would become an amazing player. Hermione sat outside and claimed to watch the game but in reality she was reading the textbooks for the upcoming school year.

They went in for lunch made by Mrs.Weasley around 1:30, which was just as good if not better than the breakfast she made. After they helped clean up and rested, they got ready to go to the record store. The boys needed to shower because playing quidditch in the August sun made them reek almost as bad as the quidditch locker rooms. Even though it was only the four of them that had to shower, it wouldn't take long but it did give everyone else sufficient time to get ready.

Arabella wore a simple brown tank top and a pair of dark grey, almost balck baggy jeans, they looked like they could have belonged to a giant. She added a tote bag that could fit any records she bought, and her favorite black converse that were so beat up they could have fallen apart at any second. Everyone told her to get new ones and she knew she needed to. The ones she had barely fit her anymore, but they reminded her of Dorian. He was the one that told her to ask for them. The Christmas after he died, she received them as a gift, but not from her parents. The box had a label, To: Ara, From: Do. After that day she promised herself she would keep them forever. She realized that goal was a little unrealistic, but she didn't care.

She rummaged around to find her rings and necklaces. Once she had it all on, Arabella noticed she had forgotten her makeup. She didn't do anything too extravagant; it was usually only eyeliner, but it was still an essential for her. She looked around but couldn't find it in her room.

"Hermione, have you seen my makeup anywhere?" she asked, getting slightly frustrated.

"I think I saw it in the bathroom earlier," Hermione answered with a small smile hoping to ease her friends mind.

Arabella assumed the boys would be done showering by then, and went up to find her things. She made her way up the stairs and reached the bathroom. She pressed her ear to the door trying to make sure the water wasn't still running. Before entering she knocked to double check no one was still inside. She waited for a response but instead the door swung open revealing Fred. He stood with one hand on the door and the other on the frame blocking her ability to walk inside. His hair was still wet and dripping water onto his exposed shoulder which trailed down his toned body. Arabella watched a single droplet make its way down before abruptly being stopped by the towel that hung low on his hips. Seeing him like this made her remember how bad she wanted him. Her eyes lingered on his body before making their way back up to his.

"Like whatcha see?" Fred asked, clearly noticing her dumbfounded expression.

"Uh sorry I just came to see if my bag was here," she responded whilst trying to compose herself, which she found to be more difficult than usual.

Fred shifted so he was standing sideways in the door frame, giving her just enough room to walk by. She began to walk in facing him, seeing as he didn't give her that much room and he was practically naked. She tried her best to give him some space as she passed by, but she still found herself directly in front of him and under his gaze. Their bodys were so close to touching, the tiniest step forward or taking a breath too big would make her chest meet his chiseled body. They stood under the frame with their eyes locked. Arabella wanted to keep walking and get what she needed but she felt entranced by him.