Fake It | Fred Weasley {1}

10 - temper

Rowan's POV

I linger in the hallway, straying from Fred's bedroom door. I'm not sure how he plans to take care of his current...issue...but the thought that me being so close to him turned him on to that extent brings a smirk to my face. 

"Rowan, what are you doing up so late?" I hear a voice ask, and turn to see Harry leaving the washroom.

"Couldn't sleep." I lie. 

"Oh well since we're both up, I was wondering if maybe we could talk?"

I nod. "Sure. What's up?"

"Look, I know Ron has been kind of an ass to you lately."

"Kind of?" I scoff. "He's only been ridiculing my relationship with Fred, acting like Fred's only with me so he can fuck."

Harry sighs. "I know. But he doesn't mean those things. He's just trying to show solidarity."

"Solidarity for what, might I ask?" I question, wondering where exactly this is going. 

"The thing is...he knows about my feelings and was trying to break you two up."

"Feelings? What are you talking about?"

"I fancy you, Rowan. I have for awhile now, and seeing you with Fred has driven me insane. Ron knew and that's why he's been acting like an ass, because he wants it to be me with you instead of his brother."

I inhale a sharp breath at this sudden information. I could lie and say I didn't see this coming but that's not true. I mean, in hindsight it all makes sense. The silent agreeing with Ron's snide remarks. Blushing at the sight of me in a towel, even though over the years he's seen me in the same attire plenty of times. 

"I don't know what to say, Harry." 

Harry takes a step closer to me. "You don't have to say anything. At least not yet." he says, and then before I can take notice of what's happening, he's pressing his lips to mine. 

The kiss is soft and sweet as he kisses me, taking me by surprise so much so that I don't kiss back. I don't have a desire to, because these days the only lips I want to kiss belong to a certain red-haired Weasley with brown eyes. Just as I'm about to pull away from him, Harry is yanked away from me. 

"What the hell Harry?!" a voice yells. Fred. "You fucking twat! How dare you kiss you my girlfriend?!" He shouts and before I can stop him, he's shoving Harry up against the wall with so much force I worry he'll wake the whole house.

"I'm sorry Fred." Harry sputters. "I didn't realize the two of you were that serious." 

My worries seem to come true as Ginny, Hermione and Ron wander out into the hallway. George lingers at the top of the stairs, but thankfully Arthur and Molly are blissfully unaware of what's currently happening upstairs. 

"Fred, chill out!" George yells, taking action and tugging his brother off of Harry. 

"You're right." Fred says, letting his brother pull him away as he takes a deep breath. 

George releases him, clearly thinking its safe. But a moment later, Fred proves him wrong as he whirls around swinging his arm, his fist meeting Harry's face as he clocks him in the nose. 

Worried yells immediately break out as Ron, Hermione and Ginny run to Harry's aid, his nose now spurting blood. 

"Now I'm actually feeling better." Fred says. Maybe I have brain damage from being bitten by that garden gnome earlier today, but desire unfurls inside me at the sight of him shaking out his hand. Why did I find him punching one of my best friends so damn hot? Maybe it's his protective nature, and what it implies. 

That him punching a guy for kissing me, and calling me his girlfriend with such furious seriousness burning on his face, might mean that he feels something for me. Something real. 

"I should probably take care of that since everyone else is underage and can't use magic." George says, going over to Harry to fix his nose. 

"Good, because I have something of my own to take care of." Fred says tensely, his gaze settling on me. Then he grabs my wrist and tugs me inside his room. 

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A/N: My attraction to guys who are protective and have a temper, really concerns me sometimes. But we'll just ignore those potential underlying issues, because I know you can all relate.