Harry Potter One Shots

Hurt (Fred)

6. "Who hurt you?"

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You walked briskly down the hallway, your head down and your arms wrapped tightly around your books. You didn't want to deal with the group of boys who gathered in the hallway, skipping class. One of the boys was your ex-boyfriend, and you loathed him.

You walked around the corner and walked right into another person, stumbling back. Your papers went flying, and you fell against the wall, catching yourself, before you looked up.

"Fred!" You said, smiling at your friend. He and his twin were the only boys your age who spoke to you outside of class.

"Hey, (Y/N). Where's the fire?" Fred asked, straightening. You laughed, crouching to get her your things. "Nowhere, just don't wanna be late." You said, and tried to leave.

Fred caught your arm, and said, "But it's - it's Divination, you hate that class, you're always late for it."

Your eyebrows rose as you realized that it was true. You hated Divination so much you purposefully got lost so you would be late.

"Oh, right, well, better be on my way." You said quickly, trying to get past him.

"(Y/N), what's really going on here?" Fred asked, confused.

"Well, I -" You started, before saying sharply, "I actually don't want to talk about this right now. I'll see you later Fred."

You slipped past him and continued on your way.

After dinner, which you'd skipped, you were sitting in the common room, legs crossed, on the ground in front of the fire. You were waiting for everyone to go to bed before you did, and Fred and George were always the last ones to come back.

You flipped back and forth through your book, ignoring the hungry throb in your stomach. You just couldn't have handled going to dinner that night, being surrounded by all those people.

The common room door swung open, and Fred and George walked in, talking in their usual manner. But instead of waving goodnight and going straight up, they both came over and sat next to you.

"Hey (Y/N)." Fred said, smiling. "You haven't come to dinner in a day or a bit, do we figured you'd be hungry."

George handed you a plate, and your stomach clenched. "Thanks guys." You croaked, giving in to your hunger and taking the plate.

As you ate, Fred and George told you everything they were doing or had done, and what they'd been busy with.

When you finished eating, you put the plate down, and George asked, "Why haven't you been eating?"

They fell silent. You swallowed hard, and said, "Oh, well, I, uh..."

There was a moment of silence, and Fred said, "(Y/N, why haven't you been eating?"

You said quickly, "Well, I thought maybe if I didn't eat I would go numb. Or - or I'd lose some weight. Or if pass out and could miss some school."

Fred looked dumbstruck. "Why would you want to do any of those things?" He asked.

"Well - I guess I'm sick of -" You cut yourself off and looked away, your mind noticing that George had slipped away.

"Are you okay? (Y/N)? Did someone do something, or say something?" Fred asked, looking worried. "Who hurt you?"

You blinked back your tears and whispered, "My ex has been building a rebellion, I guess. All of the boys stopped talking to me. I guess - I actually have no idea what I was doing, to be truthful. I just wanted a way to hurt myself for not being good enough, I guess."

"How are you not good enough?" Fred asked, looking even more confused.

"I don't know. If they all hate me now to, clearly I've done something wrong - or I am wrong." You said, feeling slightly hysterical.

Fred put his hands on your shoulders and said, "You are good enough. No, actually, you're better than enough. You're not good enough, you're more than enough."

You smiled weakly, a warm and relieved feeling washing over you. "Thank you. I - really, thank you." You smiled at the ground.

Fred touched your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "I won't let you forget that now." He said.

You laughed, standing up and tucking your book under his arm. "You're the greatest." You said, and after a second of hesitation, you kissed his cheek, before running off to bed.

Fred stared after, and whispered, "Maybe I should do that more often."

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Happy Thursday guys! I'm a bit stressed because I have my Year End Dance Show this weekend, and a water slides trip on Monday.

Anyways, I hope you have a great Friday, and had a great Thursday!