Notes: Polly goes a little Fred crazy. For anyone who has ever had a significant other, you can understand how sometimes you get a little crazy and can't control yourself. Besides that not-really-a-warning, ignore any errors and enjoy!
Warning: Cursing, violence and some tragic events
Summary: and so the lion fell in love with the snake, version two
Disclaimer: See chapter one
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And I, I think I'll change my ways
So all your words get noticed
Tomorrow's a brand new day
-Brand New Day, Forty Foot Echo

Mother and Father didn't say a word about my decision what I got home that night. I was grateful because I might have told them everything right then and there and have been kicked out without any of my stuff. I had a whole plan that had involved getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron and stealing money from my parents' bank account.

The days passed quickly and suddenly it was the day I had to tell them my decision. I was ready. Father was late coming home, so when Fred arrived nothing big had happened yet.

"How are you?" He asked when I opened the door. I had been waiting and when I heard the pop, I quickly greeted him.

"Fine. Father's not home yet. So far, everything's good." I stepped aside and Fred entered.

He looked around before laughing. "Are you sure you want to leave this place?" He asked.

I gave him my best death glare, which he flinched under.

"Do you need me to do anything?" He asked quickly.

I thought for a moment. "Can you send my stuff to the Leaky Cauldron, room nine?"

He nodded and headed for the stairs,

"Go through the first hallway to the second hallway on the left side. My rooms the last one on the right." I called up to him.

He waved over his shoulder as he started up the spiral staircase, taking the steps two at a time. I felt my mouth twitch up in a smile as I stared after him.

Then I heard a small noise and turned to see my mother.

"You're father won't be pleased if you jump on him the second he gets home," she told me. Suddenly everything about her made me angry. Never before had I felt this kind of anger for my mother, but things were changing.

"I'm not planning on being here when he gets home." I told her.

She looked surprised by my tone. "You know tonight is the night-"

"Of my decision, I know." I had also never interrupted her before.

She raised her eyebrows. "You won't be given more time."

I swallowed hard. "I know," I started timidly. "I've made my decision." I took a deep breath. "I'm not becoming a Death Eater. You can disown me, I don't care anymore." I told her honestly.

Her eyes widened; she genuinely shocked at my words. But honestly, I mean, come on. She must have always known, or at least thought about it. It's not as though I had been a model Slytherin. I acted more like a Gryffindor most of the time.

Before she had a chance to say anything about it, Fred appeared on the stairs. He and my mother locked eyes and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

I could see my mother reaching for her wand. Without thinking, I stepped in front of her.

"I'm leaving." I told her. "You can tell father whatever you want. I'm not joining Him."

Her eyes narrowed. She knew I didn't mean my father. I reached behind me and pushed Fred towards the door. I followed quickly behind him.

"You were never a real Sparks." My mother said

I turned to her. She was sneering.

"You're right," I told her. "I was better."

I slammed the door closed behind us. I walked quickly out of the gate, turned on the spot and reappeared inside my new room at the Leaky Cauldron. A few moments later Fred appeared next to me.

"Thanks." I told him.

"Couldn't have left in truer Weasley fashion."

I smiled at the way he said it. He sounded like a proud parent. "I always could have used fireworks."

He thought for a moment, and then nodded. I began to unpack the closest bag. Fred just watched. "Are you going to help or just stand there looking pretty?" I asked, motioning to the other bags.

"But I'm so good at the last one." He said smiling. Then he started to empty my clothes onto the bed. I took a folded piece of paper from my backpack and hung it on the wall next to the mirror.

"What is that?" Fred asked, crossing the small room in about five steps.

I turned to him. "None of your business, nosy."

He read it quickly. "You're O.W.L. grades? Really?" He blinked. "You did pretty well."

I shrugged as I turned away. "It's a reminder that maybe I'm not a complete failure." I told him.

He didn't say anything. I glanced up at him. His hair was disheveled, the top few buttons were undone, his sleeves were rolled up. He looked absolutely amazing and suddenly, I wanted him, all of him. I had never had this powerful urge before. Without thinking, I all but ran to him, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him so hard he stumbled back into the wall behind him.

I wasn't thinking. All I know was if we were going to stop, Fred would have to be the one to say when. I felt ready to give him all of me, right here, right now.

After a couple all too quick moments, Fred pushed me away. "Stop."

I blinked. "What?"

"I don't want to do this. Not here, not now." He said calmly.

I felt myself blush. I turned away.

"Polly?"

"I'm so embarrassed." I told him. "I'm sorry." I added.

I heard about two footsteps and could feel him right behind me. "Someday," he promised me, mouth right next to my ear. The way he said it made me blush harder, but for a different reason.

I turned to face him. Just looking at him…I realized I made the right decision.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

I shook my head. "You can leave if you want. George must be wondering where you are."

Fred nodded slowly. "My mother likes to cook Sunday dinner, especially since a lot of us are out of the house. Do you want to go this Sunday?"

His offer threw me off. I was speechless. This seemed to happen a lot. He was waiting for an answer.

"What if they don't like me?" I couldn't help but ask.

He laughed at my question. "They will." He promised as though there was no room for argument. He then kissed my cheek softly. "If you need anything, you know where to find us." He left quietly and I fell back onto the bed.

The day had not gone as I wanted.