Hey guys, a little authors note first. So this is my first non- songfic story, it's pretty long and I'd have to admit I am feeling a bit proud. Basically, this is going to be a chaptered story, but I don't think there will be any chapter better then this. So, I'll shut up now, hope you enjoy!

Lola

I've ALWAYS loved Fred Weasley. I mean, he never loved me back. But I never really gave up on him. That's what mom and her friends say, but it's not true.

Mom and her friends… kind of like a gang of old ladies set to make their daughter's lives all miserable. Boy do I hate them (almost as much as I love Fred). The only good thing about them is that I got my best friend, Alicia, out of the deal. She knows I never gave up on Fred.

Now back to Fred- that cute little boy over the hill. That huge bit of adorableness that told me to leave him alone because I was weird, creepy, all that other stuff. It didn't matter.

Grandma (who was more of a mother to me than my own mother) always told me that Fred was a boy and that they were scared of us, but someday he'd realize he liked me back.

I miss her so much. See, when I was four I told my mother I hated her and wanted to live with Grandma. Without a tear or second thought, she sent me across the town to live the happiest five years of my life. That's when I met Fred. George too, he was an awesome friend. They both were.

About a year later my five year old mind told me that Fred liked me a little better. Don't ask why, it was just one of those girly feelings. So there it was - my first crush. I think Fred noticed I was being a little sweeter to him, a little less rough. He didn't say anything though. Well after a while I asked him if he would be my boyfriend. He gave me the funniest (and most adorable) look. And bring a five year old boy, he added to that look a confused, baffled "…no…"

I asked him pretty please with a cherry and sprinkles on top ("That sounds gross!" was his response to that odd sounding food combination), but I could tell he still wasn't convinced. I made my cute puppy dog face (which was a winner with Grandma) but that damn little boy wouldn't change his answer. So I just played with him and George next time I see them, playing hard to get with Fred.

Well I mean, I tried to. But he asked me how to play and I told him "I dunno. I'll ask Grandma." Well since we didn't know how to play Hard-To-Get, we just played tag instead.

When I was eight, I'd already watched one too many romance flicks with Grandma. "Golly, I love these movies," Grama'd say. "Damn it, I do too!" mature little me said back one time. Which of course got me a short little telling-to, followed by a cookie.

Well one day I go to the twins house and ,good luck, their mommy had taken George and "the babies" along with her to the store. (Something about the twins blowing something of Percy's up). I was a little disappointed, but Bill said Fred was in the garden.

As I'm going around back, I Bill yell out the kitchen window, "aaw, ickle Freddie, your GIRLFRIENDS here!" I hear Fred say 'shut up," quietly. Then he sees me and smiles. Ooh, just like the guys in me and Grandma's movies. 'Cept he's playing with bugs, but where could a girl of right find herself a mature man these days, I ask myself. So I sit myself down next to him, ask him what's up. We're sitting there talking, he keeps messing with the bugs. So immature but… so cute.

He seemed pretty easy to talk to, and I found myself wishing George was gone a little more often. So then my girly instincts kick in, I kiss him on the cheek. But instead of being, like, happy, like those guys in the movies, he asks me what I'm doing.

I tell him I love him and he tells me something's wrong with me and he doesn't want a girlfriend. So I start crying and he tries to say something to me, he looks like he feels real bad. But before anything passed his lips, I yell at him, 'you're just a immature asshole!!!" He looks hurt for a moment, between that sorry look and the next one. Then he gives me that look like the boys in the movies do in the middle when them and the girls get in a fight and he tells me I'm a crazy little girl, but before I can say anything else, I'm running home.

Grandma's there and she comforts me. We don't watch anything, no more of those romance movies that I haven't watched in ten years. We just sit and talk about how much men suck big time.

Part of the reason I don't watch those movies anymore is because of Fred. But mostly because a few months after my first heartbreak, a few weeks before my ninth birthday, Grandma went to what Daddy calls a "better place". Yes, I have a Daddy. After a Grandma died, I went to live with Mom. But Daddy, I'm so thankful, came to get me after a few months. He tool me to live with him and his new wife, who I love as much as Daddy and almost as much as Grandma. So I've called her mom ever since, and I've been happy. Though every once in a while I cry myself to sleep over missing Grandma.

I missed Grandma so much, but I was happy with my new family. I forgot about that boy who I had cared so much about, that Grandma had told me would want me someday soon. I rarely thought of him, and I was fine with that.

Until I saw him a few years later, memories coming back to me quick as vomit.