Maybe I Can Get Him Back

Chapter 9

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Fred Weasley X OC

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. The characters belong to the lovely J.K Rowling, the songs, and lyrics belong to the amazing Avril Lavigne, and the idea belongs to the brilliant Anna Louisa. The only thing I own is my own character Brianna 'Bree' Valentino. Hope you like it!

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Recap: "B-Bre-" "Shut up!" She cried, eyes narrowed slightly. "Just shut up and sit down!" Fred immediately fell silent, taking a seat on the couch where she had pointed. As soon as he was sitting down, Bree started to play, still glaring at him. "Its called Push." She added, not taking her eyes off of him.

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"I'm seeing too much of you lately

And you're starting to get on my nerves

This is exactly what happened last time

And it's not what we deserve

It's a waste of my time lately

And I'm running out of words"

Fred stared at her with a surprised look on his face. Was he really starting to get on her nerves? They really hadn't seen each other that much this summer, Bree had avoided him a lot. Bree stared at him for a moment before turning around, her back to him.

"If it's really meant to be

Then you can find a way to see"

At this, Bree turned around, glaring at him for a moment as she sang.

"That maybe you should just shut up

Even when it gets tough

Baby 'cause this is love.

And you know when push comes to shove

It's gonna take the both of us

Baby, this is love

Baby, this is love

Love, love, love"

"I'll shut up." He muttered under his breath. She was right. He couldn't just leave her right when things were getting tough and say that he was trying to protect her! It was insane, he was insane if he thought that was a good excuse.

"It's really great to be with you

This is how I could spend my life

But I'm capable of taking care of myself

So if you f*ck this up then go take a hike

It's a waste of my time shaking

I'm not going out to search"

At this point, Fred stood up, walking towards her as she walked towards him. Bree stared up at Fred as they moved closer, her eyes soft. "Bree, I won't f*ck up." He whispered while she sang. He knew she could take care of herself, he had seen it before. She was independent, and never put herself first. Bree had gone with Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville to the Department of mysteries. She had been hurt, badly, and yet she acted as if she wasn't, making sure the others were alright before she passed out, weak from loss of blood. She could take care of her self, she didn't need him to protect her.

"If it's really meant to be

Then you could find a way to see

And maybe you should just shut up

Even when it gets tough

Baby 'cause this is love.

And you know when push comes to shove

It's gonna take the both of us

Baby, this is love

Baby, this is love

You and me

We can both start over

Just the two of us

We can get a little closer"

Bree stopped playing, waving her wand so that the guitar would play its self as she set it down. They got closer to each other, Fred putting his hands on her waist, and Bree throwing her arms around his neck. They could start over, they didn't have to hurt so badly.

"So follow me

Honestly

And you will see, yeah

Maybe you should just shut up

Even when it gets tough

Baby 'cause this is love.

And you know when push comes to shove

It's gonna take the both of us

Baby, this is love

Baby, this is love

Maybe you should just shut up

Even when it gets tough

Baby 'cause this is love.

And you know when push comes to shove

It's gonna take the both of us

Baby, this is love

Baby, this is love

Love, love, love"

Fred leaned down and kissed her softly as she finished singing, pulling her closer. They pulled away and a moment later Fred felt something smack him hard across the face. "How dare you!?" Bree shrieked, backing away from him quickly. Fred stumbled back slightly, surprised by the force of the smack. "Bree, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He said, stepping towards her. He stopped when Bree shook her head quickly, tears in her eyes. Her hair was jet black, much like Harry's, then red, then orange, then pink, then back to black, and Fred knew he had done something terribly wrong. When she was upset or hurt, Bree had no control over her hair color. "Bree, please, listen to me." He whispered, taking another step forward.

Bree bit her lip and slowly sat down on the couch. As soon as she was settled, Fred sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He paced back and forth for a moment, muttering under his breath before finally stopping and turning to look at her. "Alright," he started, grabbing a chair and pulling it forwards so that he was sitting directly in front of Bree. "I know what I said alright? I know, but, I can't stand seeing you like this and knowing its my fault Bree." He looking down and took her hands in his, staring at them for a moment before looking at her again. "I'm not helping anything, I'm just hurting you, an I'm sorry Bree, I'm sorry."

She stared at him in shock for a moment. Bree had never heard him apologize before. "I-its fine." She replied quietly, starting to stand up again. "No, Bree, it isn't fine." Fred commented, staring at her with such seriousness that Bree immediately sat back down. "Bree, I love you, I love you so much and I don't want to hurt you anymore. Please forgive me?" Bree smiled slightly. "Of course Freddie." She whispered, leaning forwards and kissing him.