You Are My Everything { A Fred Weasley Story }

[6] Starlit Nights

   Author's Note: Hello my lovely readers! :D

   I'd just like to thank everyone who is reading "You Are My Everything" and everyone who is supporting me and encouraging me! This chapter is the longest one (At least I think it is since I'm typing this on Wattpad, and not on Microsoft Word),but I hope you guys enjoy it! This chapter is in Violet's point of view, just because of what is happening between her and George. It makes us get to know Violet more, so then you guys understand more as to why Violet does the certain things she does. She has her reasons! So just remember that in later chapters. The next chapter is going to be in Violet's point of view as well just because. I'd also like to announce that I have surpassed 20 fans! Thanks to xXBulletProofHeartXx, who is my official 21st fan! And that is precisely why this chapter is dedicated half to her! I'd also like to thank SashaK1 for being my official 20th fan! This chapter is also half dedicated to her! Well, I have also decided to add shout-outs at the end of every chapter. You know, people to thank, stories I think you guys might like, people who encourage me...etc. This chapter was inspired by one of my favourite songs EVER called "Starlit Nights" by AJ Rafael! Anyone know of him? If not, CHECK OUT HIS COVERS AND SONGS ON YOUTUBE! He is all sorts of wonderful. I'll tell you one when to play the song because I imagined reading this while listening to "Starlit Nights" at the end of the chapter. Well, enough of my silly and long ramblings, on with the chapter! :D

Link for Starlit Nights: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUEc5VIR-KQ

Chapter 6: Starlit Nights

~*~Violet's Point of View~*~

   I hummed dreamily as I doodled on my notebook. What had just happened at breakfast was the longest I have ever talked to George. He was the love of my life. Oh, how I hope he feels the same way. Oh gosh, I'm starting to sound like those cheesy muggle movies where the girl falls helplessly in love with the male hero. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't even paying attention to the Transfiguration lesson. I didn't need it. I was always top of every class I'm in without even trying. If it was my decision, I would drop all of my advanced lessons and be normal for once. Psh. Like that would ever happen. I continued to doodle in my notebook in my dream-like state. My mind wandering to breakfast that morning. I was so intrigued in my doodling that I didn't even hear my name being called out from Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Wicklan. Miss Wicklan! MISS WICKLAN!" Professor McGonagall bellowed from her desk. My head shot up. I looked down to my notebook to see that I had drawn George's name in a heart with angels flying around it, as more smaller hearts were surrounding the angels. I looked up once more to Professor McGonagall and slumped down in guilt. She pursed her lips at me and spoke once more.

"Miss Wicklan, would you mind telling me what I just said?" Professor McGonagall questioned me strictly. I slumped down even further into my seat.

"I don't know Professor." I mumbled. She looked down at me.

"I see. And why is that may I ask Miss.Wicklan?" she asked me.

"Because I wasn't paying attention Professor." I replied truthfully. I knew that it was easier just to tell the truth in this class.

"I see." And that was the end of the conversation. Come on, come on, come on! Only a few more hours until me and George's study session! Wait. I have no idea where we're studying! Library? No. Too quiet and lonely. No one would be there on the first day of school. Common room? No. That's too loud and too crowded. We wouldn't be able to concentrate. Down by the lake? Yeah. Yeah! It's quiet, yet the lake makes it feel lively? Sure. Lively. I rolled my eyes at myself. The moon by the lake is beautiful and makes us feel lonely, yet romantic. Did I just say romantic? Oh Merlin. Focus Violet! It's more study, then date. I sighed. Gosh, now I feel like Cruz. Sigh, sigh, sigh, SIGH! Merlin how she annoys me. Sighing so much. What? Does she think that George would pity her? Like I would pity her? When all the muggles in the world finds out about magic I will! I turned my attention back to Professor McGonagall, flipping the page of my notebook in the process to avoid onlookers to see  the girly picture I drew. I turned my head right then left to see if anyone was looking. I sighed then turned back to the page dedicated to George. I melted simply at the thought of George. I only he knew. If only he knew how long I have loved him. Yes, love. The stupid feeling that lovesick and romantically-deprived girls dream of feeling their entire lives, only to be shot down when they build up the courage to tell the boys they think they love. When my older sister died when her boyfriend tried to do certain things to her in the backseat of his car. But she denied. He didn't like that answer, and so he tried once more, leading her out of the car and she ended up getting hit by a bus. That was a long time ago. Since then, I decided that when I grew up, I would never let myself fall in love. Boys that I didn't know before that incident were idiotic careless jerks that would eventually break your heart. A small tear tricled down the left-side of my face. I wiped it away quickly before anyone would be able to see it. But then, six years ago, I met the love of my life: George Weasley. It was my first year at Hogwarts when I met him. The day we met, he and his twin brother Fred Weasley pulled a prank on me. I remember being really mad at first, but then I saw him. I fell instantly in love with him. And now, six years later, he finally asked me out. A study date, mind you, but still a date. I sighed once more as I flipped the page of my notebook on a fresh page and smiled. If only he knew. If only he knew....