Before allowing you to enter, he grabbed your elbow, gently as if he was scared you were to break. You couldn't blame him, you basically teared up when almost having a conversation with him.
"I know things aren't great," captain obvious states "but I need to know, for my sake of mind, that one day they can be good again; that we can be good again. Can you tell me that?" he seemed so scared, like you hadn't hopelessly fallen for him all of those years ago and stayed, content, at the bottom where you landed. Or maybe he did, but he knew that you needed to trust each other again, it reminded you that although he never bothered to get to know the you, that you grew into, you had never truly met the Fred that stood before you. In all his 6-foot 1 glory, coated in freckles and muscles due to quidditch. He still had the essence of the younger Fred, cheeky, flirtatious as if he depended on it, and able to make quick jokes and comments that had people begging for a breather. But he was different, he was a man, and it gave him an aura that demanded respect, which you could only happily comply to.
Regarding his question, or plea, you knew that you had no choice. Ever since arriving at The Burrow and seeing him again, it was always going to happen. The heart that racketed in your chest every time he made stinging eye contact with you had already decided. Set its hopes on you, placed all its galleons on the innocence of inevitable heartbreak. In his arms, your hearts had traded discretely beneath your chests, you gave your broken pieces to him and he held them as if that was where they belonged. Perhaps it always was.
"I want to try again, I can't lose you again," you spoke, he began to protest, like he was still naive to the fact that when you left that common room, you had lost him for all these years. "friends?"
He looked down at your outstretched hand, eyes filling with an elated expression.
"Friends." He beamed as he said it, and if there's was one thing you would spend the rest of your life working to create, it was that smile. Sunshine streaked from those dimples and it washed over your face, eliciting a smile from you, that he just drank in. Feeling privileged to have been engulfed within this happy bubble with you.
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Upon entering The Burrow, a hush seemed to fall over the living room, 5 pairs of eyes turned to the both of you. Scanning over the place you noticed Harry had arrived, he was sat of the carpet playing what looked to be a very simple game of wizards' chess.
"Harry! When did you get here?" you questioned, cheerfully, no doubt due to the man still stood behind you. Harry broke into a grin, came over and hugged you. You observed his shaggy, dark brown hair, all over the place as usual. You think it suited him and his very vivid eyes. They stood out like emeralds under a cloak of darkness, he truly was extremely handsome.
You and Harry were close because of your connection of having bad upbringings, you always heard that trauma bonds are strong, and your relationship with scarhead proves that. Also, the fact you two are so competitive when it comes to quidditch, it's a common occurrence for the two of you to sit in the quidditch stands before practices and devise complex game plans. Harry could be surprisingly level-headed if you went to him for advice, but he had the condition of never being able to follow his own advice. The idiot.
After him updating you on the lives of himself and his godfather and his husband, he asked how you were. You replied vaguely, not entirely sure how you were yourself. You would figure it out later. His response was to study your face making you much too uncomfortable, you stopped him with,
"It's checkmate in two by the way," his head swung round to the chess board, seemingly examining it very closely "you truly are shit at chess, aren't you?" you giggled. Next thing you knew he had shoved you off the sofa and was beating you with a pillow. You both were laughing uncontrollably as you tried to snatch the weapon out of his hands.
Fred was still looming in the corner, watching the play fight happen before him. He thought it was childish, his subconscious then reminded him that he was probably the most immature 18-year-old that lived. Feet that belonged to him brought hiss body to the side of the two of you crawling on the floor, he grabbed the pillow from Harry, ignoring his objections and your disappointed noises, instead choosing to flop down on the spare seat of the sofa with the cushion in this lap. Arms encircling it.
Feeling put out, Harry returned to his game of chess and you sat up, slightly in shock of what had just happened. Slightly mad at Fred for breaking up your fun after having ended your talk on a good note, surely he couldn't be regretting it already? You did not have the mental energy to debate over it now, that was to come up later in bed when you could properly think about it.
Everyone was relatively quiet, Hermione and George were having a quiet conversation in one corner, after catching a few snippets you deduced it was about the twins' joke shop. Ginny was watching Ron absolutely murder Harry at wizard's chess and Fred was staring into the fire as you had done earlier, the flames holding the answers to his souls' woes. You didn't like the peace and quiet, at the moment your thoughts were too messy, booming voices that you needed to deafen.
"Quidditch?" spouting out the first thing that came to mind.
After a minute of discussing, everyone agreed on the idea and you got into teams. Hermione volunteered to spectate and keep score, not at all because she was still scared of riding a broom without assistance, of course not. Dividing up the teams was easy, Hermione paired everyone up and consequently split up those pairs.
The team which you were on was with Ron and George. Not too bad, considering they were more than competent on a broom. It was chosen that there should be no seekers, instead opting to have a time limit and see how many goals/points we could accumulate within the time limit.
Ginny and you were assigned as chasers, George and Fred were beaters (obviously) and Harry and Ron were the keepers.
In hindsight, there are a few things you didn't think through.
1. It was hot.
2. This meant that people were sweaty.
3. Sometimes too hot to even have a full body of clothes on.
4. Your feelings for a certain ginger with abs and upsettingly beautiful muscles had not disappeared as much as you willed them to.
5. He was going to be on you the whole game: as was his job.
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Romance"you know what the most heartbreaking part of it all is? i had to pick myself up and watch you fall in love with a girl, that i knew could never love you half as much as i wish i didn't." [a y/n x Fred Weasley fic] (is going to be re-edited and up...
