I do not own Harry Potter. I can claim Aubrey though :)
Prologue:
"Hey Aubrey, wait up!" I heard my one of my best mates, Fred Weasley, call out. I paused and turned around and waited for him to catch up.
Fred and I had been friends since our first year in Hogwarts, which was around three years ago, whenever we were both sorted into Gryffindor and found ourselves seated next to each other at the house table. It seemed an unlikely friendship at the time, seeing as he was a prankster and I was the know it all. It took a while to find something we had in common to draw us together, and we seemed to find it in our love of quidditch. We had both grown up adoring the sport, and we were both planning on trying out for it as soon as we were able. From there, our friendship grew. I was also friends with his twin brother George, but for some reason, we just didn't click as well as Fred and I seemed to.
"Hello, my dear Freddy. What can I do for you today?"
"What have I told you about calling me that?" Whined Fred.
"Sorry. This is what you have to deal with when you decide to be my friend" I countered back playfully.
"Fine…But I actually wanted to know if we could talk later…privately. I have something I've wanted to tell you "Stated Fred.
"Umm…sure. How about before dinner? I have some free time then." I replied.
"Great. See you later, Aubrey" With a quick hug, Fred disappeared.
I wonder what he has to tell me…I thought to myself. Oh well, I'll worry about it later.
After classes were over for the day, I went up to my dorm room to relax before having to go meet Fred. Figuring I had time for a quick nap, I laid down. Around an hour later I found myself in front of a mirror, staring at my reflection. I wouldn't call myself stunning, but I admit I wasn't too bad to look at. I had long curly brown hair that fell down in between my shoulder blades, and really pretty hazel eyes that had a ring of green just around the pupil, with a chocolate brown color filling in the rest. I wasn't too skinny, and I wasn't too fat either. I went with minimal make up and preferred a more natural look than some girls. Satisfied with my appearance, I started to go down to the common room to see if I could find Fred anywhere. As soon as I came down the from the girls dormitory, I spotted Fred. I quickly waved at him and went to go meet him where he stood with George and Lee. As I approached, I saw them quickly slap Fred on the back and wish him what sounded like a "good luck", but I don't know what for.
"Hey Fred. Where do you want to go to talk?" I asked as I got to him.
"Umm.. I haven't really thought about it that much. How about in the courtyard, by the fountain? It shouldn't be too crowded now." Replied Fred nervously. I quickly agreed and we set off, strangely quiet. When we arrived, Fred sat down at the edge of the fountain and I quickly followed suit.
"So…." I said after a few moments of awkward silence. "Nice weather we're having."
"Umm… yeah. Sure" said Fred, quite distractedly. I decided to let him think over everything and just waited it out. As I waited, I took some time to look at Fred. He was a gangly red head. He was starting to grow his hair out, and it fell into his eyes at times. He had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen in anyone too. He stood at around 5'10, and was pretty tall compared to my measly 5'4.
"So.. I asked you here because I wanted to tell you something. I've been thinking about this for quite a while, and I finally got the courage to say something. I like you Aubrey…as more than a friend" Said Fred, quite nervously.
"Do you mean….like as a best mate?" I asked fearfully, worried that he was actually referring to what was going on inside my mind.
Fred shook his head and said "No Aubrey…as more than that. I've been falling for you since first year."
I stared at him in shock, my fears confirmed. I took a minute to gather my thoughts. "Fred…. I like you and all, but just not like that. You're one of my best mates, and I care for you and everything..but…" I stammered out. I could barely meet his eyes as I said this. I knew I was breaking his heart, and I couldn't stand to look into his eyes as I was doing this. You're a horrible person for doing this to him… my mind kept telling me. Tears sprung into my eyes. I caught a glance at him, and my heart caught in my throat. He looked heartbroken. You could see it in his eyes. Usually sparkling with some mischief, his blue eyes now looked sad. You could see how much this was hurting him. "I have to go" I said as I stood up. Fred quickly stood along with me.
"Wait Aubrey" He called as I turned to go. "This won't change anything, will it?" He asked fearfully.
"No, of course not Fred.." I ground out. Inside I knew it was a lie. How could things go normally between us if every time I saw him, I was just reminded of how much I had hurt him? We both knew that what I said was a lie. I turned away a final time and walked away, never once looking back.
So…there's the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it. And I apologize beforehand for some of the writing. I'm American, so I don't know some of the phrases that British people do, or anyone else for that matter. But yeah, sorry for the lack thereof. Please review :)