In the Heart of Gryffindor

Chapter 3: Late Night Conversations

The Gryffindor common room exuded a serene ambience as the crackling fire cast dancing shadows on the walls. Y/N sat nestled in one of the overstuffed armchairs, her thoughts wandering amidst the tranquillity of the late hour. The flickering flames provided a comforting backdrop as she contemplated the challenges and uncertainties that had been weighing on her mind. 

Fred Weasley emerged from the boy's dormitory, his steps light yet purposeful. His eyes immediately sought out Y/N, who sat lost in thought by the dwindling fire. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he approached, his presence bringing a sense of warmth to the room.

"Couldn't sleep?" Fred inquired gently, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

Y/N looked up, startled by his sudden appearance but grateful for the company. "No, not really. My mind's been racing."

Fred settled into the armchair opposite Y/N, his movements relaxed yet attentive. "Mind if I join you?"

Y/N shook her head, offering a small smile. "Not at all. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the crackling fire serving as a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Fred's gaze was kind and understanding, inviting Y/N to share the thoughts and worries that had been weighing on her mind.

"I've just been feeling overwhelmed," Y/N confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hogwarts is amazing, but it's also... a lot. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in expectations."

Fred listened attentively, his expression empathetic. "I get that. Hogwarts can be intense, especially in the beginning. But trust me, you're not alone in feeling that way."

Y/N's shoulders relaxed slightly, reassured by Fred's understanding. "It's just hard, you know? Trying to find my place and live up to everyone's expectations."

Fred nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "I know what you mean. Being a Weasley comes with its own set of expectations, too. Sometimes it feels like everyone's waiting for me to either do something amazing or mess up spectacularly."

Y/N's shoulders relaxed slightly, reassured by Fred's understanding. "It's just hard, you know? Trying to find my place and live up to everyone's expectations."

Fred nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "I know what you mean. Being a Weasley comes with its own set of expectations, too. Sometimes it feels like everyone's waiting for me to either do something amazing or mess up spectacularly."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, realising for the first time that even someone as seemingly confident as Fred had their doubts and insecurities.

"You always seem so sure of yourself," Y/N admitted, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Fred offered a wry smile. "That's the thing about confidence - it's often just a mask we wear to hide our doubts. But underneath it all, we're all just trying to figure things out."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, delving into the depths of their dreams, fears, and aspirations. Fred shared his hopes of opening a joke shop with George, a venture fueled by their shared love for mischief and laughter.

"Imagine it," Fred mused, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'd bring joy and laughter to people all over the wizarding world. It's something we've been dreaming of for years."

Y/N couldn't help but be swept up in Fred's enthusiasm, envisioning a future filled with endless possibilities. "It sounds incredible. You and George would make a great team."

Fred's gaze turned to Y/N, genuine curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "And what about you, Y/N? What's your dream?"

Y/N hesitated the weight of uncertainty settling over her once more. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. There are so many things I want to do, but I haven't quite figured it out yet. I just know that I want to make a difference, somehow."

Fred nodded thoughtfully, his gaze unwavering. "You will, Y/N. I do not doubt that. You've got a fire within you, a spark that's just waiting to ignite something extraordinary."

Their conversation stretched into the early hours of the morning, the fire burning low as they shared their dreams, fears, and secrets. In the quiet intimacy of the night, a bond formed between Fred and Y/N - one that transcended the confines of friendship and hinted at the beginning of something truly special. As they finally bid each other goodnight and retreated to their respective dormitories, they carried with them the promise of a connection that would endure through every trial and triumph that lay ahead.

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Authors note: Hey my little stalkers! What a cute little conversation they had! I wonder if that changes anything between them two! Well, you will just have to wait until the next chapter! 

Peace out - Queen Clicker <3