It's been you all along (A Fred Weasley Love Story)

Prologue

I got out of detention crying so hard, I swore my eyes could've rolled themselves out. I shifted my walk into a slight sprint keeping my left hand slightly elevated.

I found a bench at an empty corridor and sat myself down, slightly clutching my left hand that now says 'I will not talk back'.

What did we do so wrongly that Hogwarts had to be like this? Who does she think she is using such horrid punishments? I swear in front of Merlin's big fluffy beard that I'd be heaps happier if I served detention with Professor Snape. A wave of questions were going through my head as I felt two people sit on either side of me. I wiped my tears away, seeing the Weasley twins, they were my bestest friends in the higher years. I was about to hide my hand when I already found Fred holding my hand in his own and he intertwined our fingers as he gave it a reassuring squeeze. "The pain goes away after a while." he said. I finally took hold of my composure as George patted my shoulder "See," he said "the scar ought to like this when the week ends." He showed me his hand and sure enough the scar was a light shade of pink and you couldn't even make out what was written.  

After a few more moments of comforting and consoling, George got up saying that he needed to give Neville Longbottom something important. He scurried out of the corridor leaving Fred and I alone. After a few moments, Fred, too, got up. "Can you manage to walk?" he asked with a reassuring smile as he held out his hand. I returned his smile, got his hand and pulled myself up but with no luck. I fell back to the seat just as fast. "Whoa there, Cassie." he cooed almost directly at my ear which sent shivers down my spine.

He got my arm and draped it over his shoulders and he put a firm yet gentle hand on my tiny waist, and pulled me up. After I was done straightening nyself up, I noticed that Fred's face was only inches from mine. "Are you okay with this or do you want me to carry you back to Gryffindor tower?" he asked cheekily. "Er- I'm olay with this." I managed to stutter. "Alright then" he says, "To Gryffindor Tower we go!" I chuckled at this little statement of his.

We walked back to Gryffindor Tower with his gentle hand on my waist. I couldn't help but feel... something. Butterflies? Bloody hell, no! This is more like being tickled by Cornish Pixies on every square inch of your body. (Trust me, I sadly speak from experience) You know, that little tingly feeling. It gives my heart little flutters.

Wait! Stop! Whoa there, freeze! Hold on and rewind that. Am- Am I actually falling for Fred Weasley? My best friend? My best friend's brother to be exact? Do I actually have a teensy bit of fancying toward him? That's not possible right?

Wrong. 

Absolutely, terribly wrong.

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Author's Note:  

Hello there! Thankies for reading! This will actually be in a chapter in the later parts of the story. So it's like an excerpt but I made it into a Prologue. I may update once in every two or three days, Considering that it is summer here in the Philippines at the moment! You can follow me on twitter if you'd like; @PotatoChipHoran. 

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