Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter thirty five

One month later-

"Nice one Brooke!" George shouts from across the quidditch pitch on his broom. A strong gust of wind whips my face as I race around, stealing the quaffle and scoring back and forth. Not to brag but, practically no one can get the quaffle out of my possession when I'm determined.

I acknowledge the bang of the bludger against Fred's bat, heading straight toward the fanciest broom out of everyones', and cracking it the instant it makes contact.

Draco is launched to the ground of sand, his broom following behind him in two separate pieces. He stays down, not being able to get to his feet. After a few seconds, the game comes to a halt from Madam Hooch's blaring whistle.

Flint is the first one to fly down to Draco who is, of course, being dramatic as always. The rest of the Slytherin team make it there before Gryffindor even starts toward them. "Aw did the ferret fall?" Fred teases unsympathetically.

"Shut your mouth, Weasley! That was a brand new broom!" Draco retorts angrily, planting his feet on the ground as he balances himself.

"Can't daddy buy you another one?"

"No need to be angry Weasley. The only reason why you're still mad at me is because you know that I am right."

"Oh yeah? What about?"

"Her." His eyes bolt to mine and gesture towards me, his eyebrows flicking upward as we make eye contact.

"Don't be so foolish. You're angry that you weren't the first choice or even an option for that matter." I retort.

"We'll see about that." He snarls, whipping away a drip of blood from his lip with his thumb. They start towards their locker room, irritated glances being shot my way as the field clears.

"Hey so, now would probably be a good time to tell you we won." Harry states awkwardly, grasping the snitch in his right hand. The gold glimmers in the rays of sun that are slowly beginning to sink below the horizon.

The Gryffindor stands erupt with cheers as they clap for us. We force smiles to thank the students, but none of us are really in the mood after the encounter with Draco, especially Fred.

We all change in the locker room, no one really speaking besides Ginny, Harry, and George. "Malfoy thinks he's all that yet I could easily beat him in a one-on-one," Ginny admits annoyedly.

"You could, but I don't really think it's about quidditch skills." Harry replies.

"Oh, I know. He's wrong about the other thing too." She says, referring to me and Fred.

"I don't know about her but I mean, have they seen Draco?" Katie whispers giddily to Maddie who sits awkwardly in the corner across from George as she takes her gear off.

Fred hears her words clearly and begins undressing quicker, getting more aggressive by the minute. I hurry out of the locker room after him, leaving everyone else to get ready.

"Freddie." He doesn't respond. "Come on, Fred. It's only me." I reassure him, still staying silent. "You can talk to me you know."

"About what? There's nothing to talk about." He responds sarcastically.

"Really? We're playing that game?" I huff. "Draco's a douche bag we've known this."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it!" I respond, both of us slowly getting louder and more irritated.

"It's the fact that there is always going to be someone else that loves you and that I can't compete with no matter if they are a ass or not!" He shouts.