Fred Weasley

You and Fred never got along. He was always throwing barbs at you, but you never missed a chance to make a sarcastic remark. It was Saturday, a completely unremarkable day off. You were walking into your long-empty office to write and draw in your personal diary, which you carried with you. The hallways were quiet, not a single soul in sight. You came and sat down in a place with a perfect view of the window, which offered a wonderful view of the salt lake and the mountains. You sat and wrote one page in your diary, which made your heart beat faster, because it had two small photos of Fred, where he was very handsome, and the caption: "Piercing on your lip, it's perfect. Never seen another boy, it's perfect. Sticking out your tongu for the picture. You're so pretty, you're so popular. I gust wanna be your sweetheart. Fucking come here. Give me your heart." It was written in beautiful handwriting and meant a lot to you, because secretly you loved Fred. You decided to go get a drink of water and left the classroom without taking your diary with you, thinking that no one would come. When you returned, Fred was standing at that desk. You were scared. -Oh, what is this, a personal diary?)) Fred chuckled. -I'll read it. You were afraid that he would see this page and make fun of you, so you ran up to him. -Give it back! You exclaimed.

• No, I'll read it first and then give it to you . He opens that very page and freezes, seeing his photos with such a good angle and that text... Your heart seems to stop beating, your thoughts obsessively spin "What will he say? Will he make fun of me?" You didn't know. Fred -…