🧸 | | Fred Weasley

One night, you were at the Burrow, in your boyfriend Fred Weasley's room. You were talking about nothing really, just funny jokes, small teasing or humorous one-liners, until you thought of asking a question;

"Would you be with someone else?" You said amused, you knew Fred would answer you sarcastically.

"With thousands more, do you know how many girls would love to have your place? I honestly don't blame them, I'm charming, handsome, funny, cute, I like Quidditch and... Did I mention I'm cute?" He laughed as you gently punched him in the shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense." You said searching for the truth, he stopped laughing and looked at you with a soft smile.

"No, not really... You're the only one for me." He said in a soft, joking tone, keeping his gaze on you.

And there you were again, remembering that night, the night he swore he'd been honest with you. You were in the large dining room, not very hungry or in the mood to talk. You didn't want to think about him, but it was impossible.

Your eyes kept wandering to where he was sitting next to Angelina. His gaze connected to yours with guilt. He also remembered that night, the night he'd said one thing but two months later, he let you down, and then you wouldn't listen. The brunette didn't seem to notice; she was so focused as she smiled, laughed, and played with his arms, but Fred tried to find forgiveness in your eyes, looking at you from afar.

You were so sad, disappointed, angry, frustrated—they were all negative emotions, and you didn't like it. You decided to return to reality, tear your eyes away from him, and finally bring the first spoonful of soup to your mouth.

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