Yours, Fred | f. weasley x reader

Chapter 8: The Reconciliation

The twins seemed unphased by their mother's reaction though, and were happy with their owl results. They had both gotten OWLs in Charms and DADA, and had miraculously passed potions. Fred had gotten a pass in Herbology which surprised him, and George had passed Transfiguration by some stroke of luck, considering he almost fell asleep during every class. They both decided that they would take their three classes next year at NEWT-level as well as Apparition classes on the side, but you could tell that their hearts weren't in the academic side of things.

After discussing school for a while longer, Ginny suddenly sat up on her bed looking like she just remembered something important. "Are you alright, Ginny?" Hermione asked her worriedly, sitting up in the spare bed to look at the younger girl.

"Yes I'm perfectly well thank you, but what is this about you encouraging my brother to get a girlfriend, Y/N?" Ginny looked at you across the room and studied you carefully.

"What?" Hermione squeaked.

"Not Ron, Hermione, don't worry," Ginny said with a giggle which made Hermione sputter in denial as she shook her head wildly and then covered her face with the blanket. Meanwhile Ginny turned back to you, the silent question still on her face. 

You laughed awkwardly at the attention, "which brother are you talking about Ginny? You've a lot of them, you need to be more specific-"

"Don't be daft Y/N, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Fred?" The girl raised her eyebrows at you, clearly not backing down from the subject. Hermione, having fought down her blush and gained her composure, rejoined the conversation, "Fred has a girlfriend?" She looked at you, completely baffled.

Ginny shook her head, "not yet as far as I know. But for some reason Y/N lost the plot and told Fred to ask Angelina Johnson out." You collapsed dramatically back onto your bed with a sigh and pulled the pillow out from under your head, covering your face with it as if it would make the girls stop interrogating you.

Hermione gasped, "why would you do that?" You pulled the pillow off your face and stared up at the bedroom ceiling as you answered, "I did it because...he's my friend and I want him to be happy."

"But that's silly!" Hermione cried, "who says that can't be with you?"

"Oh, no no no, it's not like that between us at all," you reasoned defensively, sitting up fully and turning to face them both. Ginny rolled her eyes, "oh come off it Y/N, everyone can see there's more than friendship going on there."

"No, he doesn't see me like that," you said plainly, trying not to let the hurt show as you said the words out loud.

"How do you know?" Hermione demanded, looking almost offended on your behalf.

"He said so himself. I overheard him saying that we're just mates, that he could never see me as more than just a friend," you told them, cringing as you said it. The two girls looked at each other and then back at you, "did he actually say that?" Ginny asked, her voice softer now.

You nodded and then told them about what had happened the night of the Quidditch Cup celebrations, how he'd danced with you, how you saw him dancing with Angelina the exact same way as soon as you'd left, and then about your argument outside the dormitories.

"I heard him talking to George and Lee about that night on the train, he said he could never look at me that way. They didn't know I was just outside the door at the time," you finished with a weary sigh.

The red haired girl groaned and put her face in her hands, "what a stupid git." She lifted her head and gazed at you sympathetically, and then she walked over and sat down beside you on your bed, mirroring your position as you sat with your back against the wall. She lay her head on your shoulder and you were both joined by Hermione who sat on your other side and held your hand in both of hers.