Chapter 37- staring problems

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A.N//  hey my loves!!! I realized I never showed what Fred is supposed to look like in this story so the pictures up above are examples. SO HOT

and I found those edits ^^ from @cedricdiggorysimp420 on tiktok

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"Uhm what?", Ember laughed.

Fred stared at her with no hints of humor in his expression. The very little lighting that escaped from the fireplace glinted off of his serious face making Ember's stomach turn.

"Wait that wasn't a joke?", she asked leaning backwards.

He quickly reached his arm out to grab the small of her back to lean her forward. "Don't do that, you'll fall right out the window"

She stared at him. "You aren't clarifying if that was a joke or not"

Fred let out a deep breath and took his hand off of her back so he could run his fingers through his floppy red hair. "I think you know it obviously was not a joke Ember. Why would I joke about something like that?"

Ember quickly began to pace around the common room only wearing a large oversized t-shirt that went down to her knees. "So you're telling me that my father is coming after me? For what??"

Seeing her pace around the room made Fred anxious. He stood up and walked to the wall near the fireplace and leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest. "Yes, he's coming after you and Dumbledore still isn't sure why. There can be many reasons why"

Ember stopped in the middle of the room and stared at him. "How can Dumbledore know that he's coming after me but not know why?"

He shrugged. "He knows everything. I'm sure he'll figure it out soon"

Ember nodded and wrapped her arms around herself and stared down at her bare feet that were freezing cold.

Fred watched her as she hugged herself for comfort. He wanted to go wrap himself around her and never let go. He wanted to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. But he didn't want to lie to her, he himself was terrified of what her father wanted with her. After all, he is a death eater.

He seen the way the more she stared down at the floor the more her legs began to shake and her entire body started to lightly shiver. She was overthinking and she was going to drive herself mad.

Fred walked over to her and touched her bare arm which was cold as ice. "Why didn't you say you were cold love?"

She shrugged. "Me being cold isn't the big issue right now, is it?"

Fred walked her over to the sofa and wrapped a blanket around her. Her eyes were still staring at the floor. He kneeled down so he was face-to-face with her and tilted her chin upwards. "Look at me"

Her eyes trailed up to his and he could immediately see the fear trapped behind them. "Listen to me, okay?"

She nodded.

His breathing was heavy and his nostrils were flared. You could plainly see his chest moving up and down at a rapid pace.

"Are you cold too?", she asked lifting the blanket up.

He shook his head and grabbed her hands to intertwine them with his own. "No no no . . . just listen to me"

"But you didn't say anything you j-"

Fred lifted his finger and pressed it to her lips. "Shh"

She smiled lightly and stared at him waiting for him to start talking.

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