Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter forty five

Fred and I finished our Herbology project with a minute to spare, not surprisingly. We received a good mark though so, the extra effort wasn't as bad. Professor Snape asked us to save our rose afterwards, he preserved it in a spell so that it wouldn't wilt. I kind of like the look of wilting flowers though, it's somewhat poetic if you think about it. Life, a seed, a beautiful flower, and finally, the end.

"What does Snape want to use that rose for?" Fred asks, walking beside me towards the Potions lab.

"No idea. But it better be good because it was a bitch to get a hold of." I glance down to my lightly scarred hands, after two weeks, they completely healed. Now, I just have to let time work it's magic and let the marks fade.

"Odd. I hear we're visiting something we slightly touched on in third year if that helps. Maybe he didn't get to something." Hermione adds on with no clue what that could apply to.

"I'd hope it's something interesting. I can't sit through another one of his lectures about fungus." Ron grimaces from behind me.

"You and me both." Maddie agrees, "I've been here not even half a year and the guy's already driving me insane. He always seems to be lurking around, quite creepy actually." Her voice lowers to a whisper for her last few words as she glances around the bustling hall for the black-cloaked Professor.

"Yeah, always seems to catch me and Freddie in the act whenever we pull anything. Aside from Professor Barbie." George chimes in, earning a snicker from the brunette girl who walks close beside him.

George really seems to like Maddie, he's been happier lately, they both have. I always catch them gazing at each other with longing looks. Personally, I think they'd be a good match, not that I know what a perfect relationship would look like, I've got enough problems myself, but it just seems right.

They balance each other out. George is mischievous and needs comforting occasionally; Maddie is fond of adventures and has always been my shoulder to cry on, it's a win-win.

We walk into the stone walled potions lab, a large cauldron stationed at the front of the room beside Snape's podium that is layered with papers.

"Students, stand at the front of the room and wait for your name to be called for your new placement." Great, new seats. I always end up with partners that either hate potions and don't try or I hate to say it, ones that just cant figure it out for the life of them which I don't quite understand. It's like cooking, follow the recipe and you'll get it right, simple. I guess not for some.

I hope in my head that I have a decent partner this time, not that I mind doing the work, I just like having someone to talk to and make jokes with. "Potter, Finnigan." He points to the front set of seats in the first row. He stands in front of the second row, glancing back down to his paper and back to us. "Parkinson-" He smirks darkly before continuing.

"Ugh, I'd hate to be the person that ends up having to be next to her." Blaise whispers to me. I nod in agreement.

"-Potter." Snape continues and everyone glances to Harry with a confused look.

"Um sir, Harry's already been placed." Belle informs him before Hermione could get the chance to.

"Oh yes, you are quite right Ms.Conifer. I must've made a mistake, I meant to say Parkinson." He meets my eyes that flood with suspicion. I replay his words in my mind as everyone eyes me walking over to the black-haired pug-face that sits in the seat beside mine.

"Ugh, why am I always stuck with you? Probably because I'm the only one that knows how to tolerate you after years of practice." She twirls her quill between her fingers, creating a never ending loop.