Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 / 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆

{  Song: Drive By by Train  }

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The next couple of days are the slowest and most dreadful ones that I have experienced at Hogwarts. I know that Fred lied to me about how he didn't smell the potion, but as it turns out he lied about other things as well and his words nor his reactions seem to be reliable at all.

I had hoped that the hovering feeling of humiliation would go away on its own, but as the week drags on it sticks with me like an incurable migraine. Ashamed and embarrassed, I've spent too much time in my dorm and coping by isolating myself whenever I haven't had anywhere else to be.

I walk down the stairs to the dungeons alone from my last class of the day. It had been a slight disappointment, although it was not a great surprise, when I had discovered that I was the only one of my friends who had chosen muggle studies as one of my elective classes. Hermione took the class in her third year and had chosen to continue with Divination and Arithmancy instead, and most of my friends in Slytherin wouldn't even consider it a real subject.

Every afternoon when this was my last class of the day, I'm the last one to get back to the common room as Professor Charity Burbage, the teacher of muggle studies, has a tendency to keep talking about all of the astonishing creations in the muggle society until someone becomes impatient enough to point out that the time is up. It seems like the few wizards who are actually interested in muggles tend to be a bit overenthusiastic about it, just like Arthur Weasley, and the excitement is so infectious that it's difficult to be bothered about the extra minutes spent in the classroom.

"Oh" I say in surprise when I step into my dorm to find that Daphne, Theo, Blaise, Draco and Pansy are all in our room.

"And so the lost lamb made it home" Theo says with a grin and gestures for me to come over.

I dump my things on my bed and walk over to sit down next to him with the others, a little bothered that I can't crawl back into my dark and twisted hole of shame. Pansy is laying on her bed on Draco's chest with his arms wrapped around her, showing more public display of affection than I had ever pictured that Draco would agree to.

"So you two are a thing now?" I say and look over at them.

"I wasn't under the impression that you thought it was too soon to move on" Draco answers coldly.

He looks at me with disgust in his eyes, as if I had committed the crime of a century. Pansy had put two and two together when Fred had stormed off a few days ago, and it makes sense that she would have told Draco about it to put an irreversible end to our previous relationship. To Draco, moving on to Fred was probably one of the most disgraceful things I could do.

"Speaking of moving on, you and Weasley? What the hell?" Blaise says and looks curiously at me.

There's no question that the secret is out and I glare over at Pansy.

"So you all know about that now?"

"People talk, I don't know what to tell you" Pansy says and makes an excessively innocent face.

"Don't worry, it would be embarrassing to spread such a rumour outside the group so no one else knows" Draco says with the same disgusted face as before.

"It can't be more embarrassing than when I was with you" I snap back.

"That's not what it seemed like when you begged me to take you back" he says.

"Stupid ferret" I mumble and look away.

"What was that?" he says with fury building up in his voice.