Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter nineteen

I walk down to the Great Hall in my skirt and sweater, trying to cover as much skin as I can with my robe. I take my normal seat across from Fred's seat, but it is empty. Probably just running late. I think, as I start up a conversation with everyone else.

"Happy birthday y/n!" Harry and Ron shout, running around the table to hug me tightly. They scurry away abruptly. Suddenly, two large hands gently appear over my eyes, turning the colorful setting in front of me pitch black.

"Happy birthday darling." Fred says into my ear with a little chuckle.

"Hello Freddie." I reply with a snicker. "Would you care to tell me why you're covering my eyes?" I ask him with a grin.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I've got you something." He adds while I hear a thud on the table in front of me. "Alright, open." He whispers, as I see the colorful scene reappear before me. I glance down to the table, a little dark red velvet box sitting on top of it.

I gently pick it up and open it, revealing a beautiful golden necklace shaped into a little heart. I examine it a bit longer, noticing a subtle slit on it's edge. I unlock it. My favorite picture of Fred and I is displayed inside. It shows us kissing in the middle of the quidditch field, a happy image that I always liked to think of.

I look back over to Fred who is desperately trying to figure out what I was feeling. I smile happily and quickly engulf him in a loving hug, he quickly returns it.

"I love it Freddie." I say into his sweater.

"I knew you would." He snickers.

"Would you put it on me?" I ask, handing him the little box. He wraps the locket around my neck, the cold gold chain being laid on my skin, causing a little chill to run through my body. He clasps it, and I turn around wearing a wide, joyful grin.

"Thankyou." I add. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, sitting down to eat.

"She looks so beautiful." I hear a whisper say in my ear.

"Hm?" I say, turning to Fred who looks at me with a confused expression.

"I didn't say anything." He adds.

"Oh I thought you did." I say, brushing it off. I turn back to Hermione who is talking to Ron now.

"He is so handsome." I hear another whisper say, but now in a female's voice.

"Who said that?" I ask.

"What are you talking about y/n?" Hermione asks.

"Wait. You guys didn't hear that?" I ask, suspiciously.

"No..." She adds slowly.

"What the fuck." I mutter under my breath.

"Are you feeling alright y/n?" Fred asks, glancing down at me. As I focus on him, the first voice returns.

"What's going on with her?" It whispers. I focus on it now, listening intently. I recognized the voice. It was Fred's. "I hope she's alright." It adds, as I stare at his completely still lips. Bewildered, I widen my eyes, causing worry to invade his face.

Before I could say anything, my gaze sets upon George who is sitting across from me, wearing the same expression as everyone else. "Why is she looking at me like that?" Another voice whispers.

"George I want you to be completely honest with me right now." I say, looking at him in the eyes with a serious expression. "What are you thinking right now?" I ask, focused on only him as I wait for his reply.

He looks between Fred and I suspiciously before answering. "Why is she looking at me like that." He responds, still confused as to why I asked.

I sit shocked for a moment before standing up abruptly. "Where are you going?" Fred asks, lightly brushing my wrist with his fingers.

"Class. I don't want to be late." I lie, hurrying away from the table, puzzled, without looking at anyone.

What the actual fuck. So, I can read minds now? I think to myself before listening to what I was saying. I shake my head in disbelief. You're going fucking insane or something. It was just a coincidence. It was just a coincidence. I repeat to myself as I scurry to potions class.

I walk into the room, Snape standing in the front of it. "Early miss Par-" He hesitates as I narrow my eyes. "Brooke." He says in his regular monotone voice.

"Yes Professor." I reply, looking slightly down.

"Hm." He scoffs under his breath, rolling his eyes right after. This is actually a rare response from Snape, he would usually take points off for what reason? I have no idea, but he favored me a bit more since he knew I was a pure blood and was close to being sorted into Slytherin. For the longest time I wanted to be, I wanted to be resorted and put where I 'belonged', but that was before I met Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

He glances back down at me with his dark, piercing eyes. "Stay up here." He mumbles as the rest of the students slowly file in. "Everyone stay where you are. I'm placing you into new seats." He announces, walking over to the far side of the room.

"Finnigan, Weasley." He announces gesturing towards the two desks next to each other in the back of the room. 
"Potter, Parkinson." I shutter at the name, trying to hold it together. "Brooke, Malfoy." He says, glancing towards me, and gesturing his hand in the direction of the farthest seat in the other row. Great. I unwillingly trudge to the desk and take the seat closest to the isle, a few feet away from Ron.

"Granger, Zabini." I hear him call as I place my bag on the ground beside me. I ignore the tall presence of the blonde boy taking the seat next to me. I can feel his eyes scanning me leisurely as I focus on Snape announcing the rest of the students' names. Hermione sends me a look with a mix of worry and irritation as she sits down in front of me.

After a few minutes, he didn't stop staring, I turn to meet his gaze. "What the fuck are you looking at Malfoy." I demand, irritatedly.

"You." He responds with a smirk.

I huff, continuing to look into his flirtatious gaze.

"So, I hear your dating Cedric?" He asks with a raised brow.

I roll my eyes. "No." I reply sharply.

"Really?... and why is that?" He asks, turning his body in my direction, his elbows on his knees as he holds his hands, that wear multiple silver rings, together. He inches closer to my face, making me pull back slightly.

"Because. I'm dating Fred." I add, causing his expression to change drastically. It went from curious to stone hard, and cold. Expressionless.

"Is that so?" He mumbles deeply.

I narrow my eyes. "Keep your nose out of my business, Malfoy." I scoff coldly. He doesn't respond, just continues glaring into my eyes. I look down to realize his hands are in a ball, his knuckles pale white.

In this time, I've seemed to have blocked out everything that is going on around me. "Miss Brooke." Snape calls from across the class, slowly making his way towards me. "Do you have something you would like to share with the class?" He asks, his figure towering over me, as I sit wide eyed.

"No professor." I reply frantically. I always get nervous when a teacher catches me doing something in class.

"Why exactly were you speaking while I was?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"I was...asking Draco a question." I lie, looking into his annoyed glare.

"And what exactly was that question?" He asks, waiting for an answer.

"It was-" I hesitate, waiting for him to shout 'TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR', but instead he just waited.

"She was just asking me about the project. A bit confused on the details." Draco's voice adds from beside me.

Snape narrows his eyes in suspicion and turns around, walking back to the front of the class to finish the lesson. "Thanks." I mutter under my breath, keeping my eyes forward. He doesn't respond, as I had expected.

The clock suddenly ticks 10:30. "You may leave." Snape announces automatically without looking towards the clock, almost as if it's instinct.

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