Obsidian & Bronze {Fred Weasley}

7. The sighting of Mr Pettigrew

It had been almost a week since I spent that night in Fred's arms, under those heavy stars. We hadn't spoken about it since, I wasn't sure whether that was due to perhaps a sense of regret regarding the subject on his behalf, or maybe something more. But I didn't mind, for when he did look at me, and we exchanged a stolen glance through a bustling corridor, or across the common room, our minds would both drift off to that night, and we could trade a knowing look, like an almost inside joke.

Just like he was doing now, as the seven of us were gathered around the large table in the back corner of the library, and Fred's eyes persistently wandered from the work in front of him to meet mine from across the table. His movements were subtle, but I knew they were there.

Those velvet brown eyes were utterly destructive, so astonishingly sweet like thick honey although mischievous and unafraid all the while. I raised my eyebrows at his prolonged gaze in an attempt to query the intent behind his movements but he simply just shrugged as he pushed his tongue around the inside of his cheek, before turning his attention back to his book.

"Hermione, what's the etymology for the Everte Statum charm?" George questioned, suddenly shattering the silence as he lifted his head from his defence against the dark arts homework.

"I'm not sure George, I haven't read that far into the 5th year stuff" Hermione admitted with an exasperated sigh, looking almost disappointed with herself.

"No it's fine Mione, I should know myself. Fred do you kn-"

"It's derived from the Latin everte, meaning to throw out and statum, meaning stand" I stated casually, before resetting my gaze onto the first chapter of Wuthering heights resting below me.

I had recently come to the realization that I had read every piece of classic literature my heart could possibly dream up from start to finish, except Wuthering heights. I had been read passages here and there, it being Remus's favourite book, but something about it also being his favourite book left me unsettled. I suppose I had been subconsciously neglecting it, letting myself into a piece of Sirius's past life unannounced felt like a strange invasion of some kind, like it's the sort of thing I should have been doing with him?

"Ohh uh-, thank you" George responded, almost at a loss for words, unsure how to react to my sudden interjection. "How did you um..?" He trailed off.

"Are you forgetting my dad is the man who teaches you the subject you're working on?" I chuckled, watching as the realization washed over his features.

"You don't think you could help me finish?" George asked shyly, his eyes trailing over his paper.

I gave him what I can only hope was a kind smile as I relocated to kneeling on the floor beside George and propping my elbows on the table next to him, starting to scan over his homework.

I stared up at him and momentarily studied his features. They were different to Fred's, his bone structure was uniquely his own and his bottom lip wasn't quite as full as his twins. His eyes however. His eyes were just the same. A sinful swirl of almond and honey, beautifully gentle whilst holding a sharp sort of edge.

"You must know this one Georgie?" I questioned, when suddenly the group fell silent and all eyes were unsettlingly fixated upon me.

I glanced over everyone, scanning each and every expression, unaware as to what I'd done to warrant everyone's sudden and undivided attention. And then it hit me.

Georgie?

I hadn't even acknowledged this slip of the tongue before the words were free falling and it was far too late to retract them.