Sarah Copper made Fred Weasley's pulse race. There was something about the confidence that did it for him.
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"So, Sarah - " George began.
"We were hoping we could have your help?" Fred continued, draping an arm on the back of the sofa.
"Sure! What do you guys need?" Sarah asked, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. George glanced at Fred, waiting for him to explain.
"We need a sleeping draught potion," said Fred. He could see the clocks working in Sarah's mind, weighing out possibilities.
Finally, Sarah spoke, "Alright, but I think we already have a problem."
Sarah reached into her bag, pulling out 'Advanced Potion making 6'. She opened it to the contents, using her finger to single out the sleeping draught. She turned to the page, her eyes glued to the ingredients.
"Ok, I'm going to need an apple, which is the easy bit to get," Sarah began, whilst Fred and George leaned over each shoulder to see the problem. They didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"What's the problem, then?" George and Fred chimed. Sarah smiled slightly, and for a moment, the twins thought they'd convinced her.
"We need one Newt's spleen, which I ran out of," Sarah replied, her smile gone. It was replaced by a look of determination, mixed with a hint of excitement.
"But, I know where we can find one," Sarah added, her voice as low as a whisper. Fred and George glanced at each other in curiosity, hoping Sarah would go on.
"What are you saying?" Fred asked when Sarah didn't say anything. She did snap the book shut in excitement, standing up and stuffing it in her bag. Sarah turned back to the twins, who were also standing.
"We're going to steal the spleen from Snape - " Sarah began, but Fred and George already knew how this was going to go.
"- We're in!" They exclaimed in unison, causing Sarah to laugh.
TW // MENTIONS OF DRUGS, ALCOHOL, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, EXPLICIT THEMES
☆ | MAY 2020 ~ PRESENT | ☆
Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace.
Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, impossible to say no to, and somehow he's also her safest place.
Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same.
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content.
"Since when did you get wise?"
Fred shrugs. "Watching someone you care about come frighteningly close to not getting back up again tends to rearrange your priorities."
I glance back at him then-and something in his expression softens, like he's relieved I'm still here, still talking, still breathing.
"And just for the record," he adds, tone easy, almost offhand, though his eyes are anything but, "if a Dementor so much as drifts in your direction again, I'll personally see it launched into the lake."
I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?"
"I'd bloody well try."
I lift my eyes to his, properly this time. It's only then that I realise how close he is-how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this.
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