Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 / 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆

{ Song: Heart on Fire by Scott Thomas }

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

"So what were you and Fred talking about?" Hermione asks as we walk down the stairs to the Great hall.

"Nothing special really" I say, wondering whether I should tell her about the part that actually was.

I always thought you could do better.

What, like you?

Even if it wasn't that big of a deal, I can't keep myself from wondering what his next words were going to be before Hermione showed up.

"So he didn't say anything special at all?" she asks, egging me on to tell her something about it. I look over at her and examine the expression on her face.

"Do you know something?" I ask her.

"Maybe" she says.

"Well tell me then" I say. It's like she's pouring gasoline on the fire of curiosity that's taken over all of my other thoughts at this point.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours" she says and raises her eyebrows at me with a challenging look.

"What do you want me to tell you? He asked why I was there and I told him that Draco and I broke up" I say. I have no clue what she's expecting me to say apart from that.

"And?"

"And what?" I say and laugh in frustration. "I asked him why he seemed to think that Draco and I breaking up was a good thing and he told me that he thought I could do better, there's really nothing more to tell"

"He's right, you know" she says and with a secretive smile.

"Yeah whatever, now will you tell me?" I say just as we enter the Great hall.

Hermione's smile suddenly fades from her face and I turn my head to look across the hall in the same direction as she is.

Maybe it shouldn't come as a surprise that Draco is sitting at one of the tables with Theo and Blaise, but when I see him it feels like someone's kicked me in the stomach, making me feel nauseous with hurt. The way that the moment with Fred had taken Draco off my mind for a while was suddenly overshadowed by the ache from the fact my comfort character of so many years wanted nothing to do with me. He was the last person I wanted to hurt once I got here; he was the one person I wanted to save. He was the one I knew needed it most, and instead of helping him I unwillingly broke him.

"Come on Nova" Hermione says quietly. She grabs my wrist and leads me to an empty spot at another table, as far away from Draco as possible.

I look over at him and watch him pretend he's unaffected. Maybe he really is. Maybe he had just overreacted. Draco is definitely the kind of guy who would be dramatic enough to break up and get back together within just a couple of days. Maybe there was still a chance for me to fix it.

My eyes linger on his face as the thoughts race through my mind when he suddenly turns his head in my direction. I'm pulled back to reality when our eyes meet. Never before have I seen as light and icy eyes as his with so much darkness in them. It's almost as if he's looking through me, and without revealing the slightest hint of emotion he turns his gaze away from me again. Everything I had hoped for a moment ago is replaced by the realization that whatever had been us is now nothing more than ashes from a light that had burned too bright, waiting to be scattered in a place where no one would miss them. He was right. I can't fix it.