It has been 2 weeks. 2 weeks since you last saw either of your best friends who were in the year above you. This then made it a lot easier to avoid them in this time of awkwardness, due to the fact that whenever you had a free period in the Great Hall, they would normally have a lesson. It just made the times however during Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner that much more awkward, especially since you resided in the same house as them.
It all started from the beginning. You had just entered the school of Magic and unfortunately the friend making process was not as easy as for you as it might have been for other people. You were lounging around the common room, reading your favourite muggle book when 2 ginger headed twin boys sat in front of you with huge grins. It was then that you learned their names: Fred and George Weasley.
From there you learned the ins and outs of the school. For example, what teacher’s to be aware off, how to sneak into the village and generally how to prank people well. It had all started good and fine, however you developed a closer relationship and even began to like George. However, one argument may have destroyed this.
2 weeks ago, during lunch you were outside studying for one of Snape’s potions test when you heard chuckling near you. At first it was distracting but once you recognised the voice, a smile instantly came upon your face. You looked up and that smile was gone within a second. Sitting a few feet away from you was in fact George Weasley but the girl that was sitting next to him was someone unfamiliar to you. The pair of them were laughing, but the pure joy that was coming from the pair of them, made your stomach churn.
You could tell that it was the green monster which people call Jealousy, and you didn’t really have anything to be jealous about. He wasn’t yours, and you haven’t told him about your feelings yet. However, Fred did reassure you that George did like you back, but with the sight in front of you, it did not seem possible anymore.
You didn’t want to study anymore, so you packed up your stuff and started to walk back into the school. That was until your name was called out by a certain someone.
“HEY Y/N!” George shouted as if to get your attention, you glanced back at him to see that he was looking directly at you. You rolled your eyes and continued to walk away until you were inside before you felt a hand around your elbow, turning you around.
“George, what the hell?! You scared me,” You exclaimed with a furrow of your eyebrows at him whilst wrenching your elbow away. He chuckles a bit however when he notices that you are not laughing along with him, he stops.
“I didn’t realise it scared you that much,” He says jokingly, but again you don’t show any sign of amusement. He furrows his eyebrows and you see concern in his eyes, which falters your annoyed gaze. “Are you okay?”
“Look I’m fine it’s just-“
“Are you on your period or something?” You stop what you are saying and annoyance has consumed you. You are now full on glaring at your friend, as the grip on your bag has tightened.
“Excuse me?” You murmur, “so, when I am angry, it is obviously because I am on my period and having mood swings? Is that correct?” George gulps.
“Look I didn’t mean it. It’s just because normally you are cool,”
“Cool? So what, now I’m annoying?” You cross your arms. Instead of getting nervous, George was getting angry. You could tell from the way he was clenching his fists and the furrow of his own eyebrows.
“Yes, you kind of are. Whatever got you angry, no need to take it out on me!” He exclaimed. People were now stopping what they were doing to look at the argument currently starting,
“God, you always get into bitch mode whenever you are angry!”
“Funnily enough, no one is a saint when they are angry,”
“Just take a chill pill,” With that anger consumed you and you slapped George in the face. It ended up being a lot harder than you thought since the sound echoed around the hallway.
Normally, your mood would have changed instantly (to any sort of pain either of you caused to each other) and you would be apologising profusely. However, you were very angry and all you did was walk away. That was it. That was the last time either of you talked to each other.
Unfortunately, with George ignoring you, you assumed that Fred would take his side therefore you ignored him too. But then, George had already found a replacement. Angelina Johnson, one of his classmates and teammates for the Quidditch team was seen walking along the hallways with him and Fred, that you couldn’t help the hurt you felt for being easily replaced.
Little did you know, that Fred did notice the fact you were ignoring the pair of Weasleys. He had confronted his brother about it, but all Fred received from George was a hateful glare before telling him not to mention it again. There have been many times when Fred has tried to confront you, however as soon as he got close to you, you would run off in order to not face any confrontation.
Fred sighed, wondering how on Earth he could get the two of you to fix your friendship. Before that moment, George had expressed his growing feelings for you and the feelings were reciprocated with the loving looks you gave him. It would have made Fred happy to find that you and George were going out, I mean he has been rooting for you guys since George has first gone to him about his supposed feelings for you.
Fred thought for a second, before coming up with an idea. He grinned evilly before heading back to the Gryffindor common room in need of some assistance.
It was your free period. You found yourself in the Great Hall doing some homework for your Transfiguration class when footsteps stomped loudly into the hall. Everyone had looked up from their work, inclusive of yourself. You were surprised to find that the person who was creating all the noise was in fact Fred Weasley with (again) a set gaze on you.
You gulped and looked down at your own work again, trying to ignore the looming presence… until it was right in front of you.
“(Y/n), I need your help,” Fred said as people went back down to continue their work or continue looking at your conversation in order to know what was going on. You look up and arch your eyebrow as if to question why he was actually talking to you. As if he could read your mind (or at least he knew you well enough to know what you were actually thinking), he grabbed your hand and pulled you from the table and started to drag you out of the Great hall.
“Fred, what are you doing?!” You exclaimed, all the while trying to get your hand out of his grip, “what do you mean you need my help?”
“George is in trouble,” You heart froze at those words. You stopped resisting Fred’s attempts and started to follow him.
“What has he done now?” You tried to sound annoyed however your worry for him was seeping through your voice. It was no surprise when George or Fred got in trouble with the who knows how many pranks they pull on the students and teachers. However, it was very rare (and by that you mean you have never seen this happen) that only one would get in trouble.
“He’s really done it now,” Fred stated which did not help the growing worry inside of you, “He overheard some slytherins talking bad about you and decided to teach them a lesson. However, it went way too far, and it was Snape who caught him,” Your eyes had widened. Even if the two of you were fighting, he still went out of his way to protect you. Your pace had fastened so that now you were walking side by side with Fred. If Snape was the one who had caught him, then that just makes things three times worse.
“What’s the plan then?” Fred quirked an eyebrow.
“I thought you and George were fighting?”
“That doesn’t mean that I don’t care about him. Of course I’m gonna help him,” You retort back. This makes Fred smile before giving you a side hug, then making you smile. One best friend is back.
“Right, first things first. Go into Snape’s classroom,” You make a confused face to which Fred rolled his eyes, “that’s where George is at the moment with Snape. Just say that Dumbledore needs to see Snape and that will lead him away from the classroom, then just take George outside and I’ll be here waiting,”
“If it sounds that easy, why don’t you do it?”
“A twin going to get his twin, that’s a bit obvious isn’t it?” At this fact, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. As the two of you get closer to the classroom, Fred stops and nudges you towards the classroom, giving you a thumbs up, before hiding behind a corner. You sighed, shaking your head at his antics, before knocking on the door. There was silence.
Taking it as a way of entering, you open the door and walk in, only to stop in your footsteps when you see what is in front of you.
There is no Snape, but there is a George, waiting at a desk. Upon hearing the door open, George turns around only for his own eyes to widen.
“What are you doing here?” George asks, a hint or aggression behind his voice, making you wince a little.
“I was apparently helping you. Fred said you were in trouble,” At this, George’s harsh gaze falters. But then confusion takes his place.
“But Fred said- “and suddenly stops. He groans a little, “looks like Fred set us up,” This is when the annoyance takes over. You rolled your eyes and headed towards the door, not wanting this awkward tension to stick.
Just as you reached the door, the door had slammed on your face. You roll your eyes, knowing who closed the door before getting the doorknob.
“Fred open the door!” You exclaim, banging on the door. There is only laughter on the other side.
“I can’t believe, both of my pranking buddies fell for the oldest prank in the book. Anyway, I hope you know that I’m not letting you guys out until you make up,” You sigh, but turn to face George. He’s already biting his lip in concern.
“So… I think you should start,” George says.
“What do you mean?”
“Why were you angry that day?” You are about to retort but after realising the reason, you flush in embarrassment. There is no way you can answer that question without confessing your feelings for him.
“I… just had an off day, and you were just annoying to me on that certain day,” George scoffs, before walking towards you. In order to maximize the space as possible, you walk back, only to realise that you were standing in front of the door before it closed, explaining the reason why your back had suddenly hit the door.
George had noticed the lie in your voice and took advantage of the surprise that you were experiencing. He strode towards you, and soon you were trapped under his gaze.
“Tell me the truth (Y/n), I’ve know you too well to know when you are lying,” You gulp.
“I can’t tell you,” To this, his hand slams on the wall next to your head, scaring the crap out of you.
“Bloody hell (Y/n)! We haven’t talked in two weeks and I’m not gonna lie, it’s been frustrating that you are not around! And now, just when I thought we were heading a different direction you suddenly turn all Satan on me!” George exclaims. You furrow your eyebrows together.
“Different direction?” It is George’s turn to flush now, as the blush started to spread on his face. He took a few steps back, before looking down at the floor.
“I did not want to tell you under these circumstances, but I like you (Y/n), for a while now. That’s why it was frustrating,” He murmurs but you catch it. Your mouth gapes open. George likes you? You only ever dreamed off this happening.
“George, I- “But you halt what you are saying. George has suddenly looked up and pain was the first thing you saw on his features. Suddenly, blood was seeping through his grey jumper making your eyes widen. Just as you ran towards him, you felt something thud you on the back of your head, making you fall to the ground.
You had a blurry vision, but you could make out what was going on. George had now fallen to the ground, however … his body wasn’t moving. You tried to call out to him, but something was stopping you.
Just before you blacked out, you saw green silk in your peripheral vision. You closed your eyes and fell into a deep slumber, but not before hearing the painful scream of George’s name, in Fred’s voice.