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"This can't be happening to me. This is just a dream" Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood

Isn't Fred such an ungrateful, gorgeous, evil, obscene, disgusting little berk? I mean, he didn't break your heart. He ripped it out of your chest, threw it onto the ground, kicked it into the ground, jumped on it, did the Macarena on it, and he looked beautiful while doing it.

I know, brain. You don't need to remind me every ten minutes. And he didn't look beautiful. He looked gorgeous.

Poor you. You should make out with Ryan in front of him.

Ew, no. Ryan will not take my first kiss away, as I have said before.

Well, do something that shows him you have no interest in him.

You've made it clear before that I am interested in him. And now I admit.

I, Emma Rose Waters, am interested in Fred Weasley.

Screw him.

Because of him, I had to spend my weekend in bed, staring at the ceiling, doing nothing. I didn't even go to breakfast or dinner. And because of him, it was hard to focus in class. You can't imagine how Potions class went.

Professor Snape: Miss Waters, what did I just instruct the class to do?

Me: Uh...

Professor Snape: Detention, Miss Waters.

And now I have a detention to attend to in, like, half an hour. I am spending that half hour reading my favorite book, Inkheart.

Ha.

Bet you thought I was going to say Pride and Prejudice, huh?

Well, let me you something.

I have never read that book. Honestly, I tried reading it, but I had no idea what was going on by the time I was on page ten. Whenever I read a book, and the main character is a girl, the girl is always like "Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book! Elizabeth or whatever her name is has gone through the exact same things as me" and I'm like "How can you actually pay attention to the book?"

I honestly tried.

But I honestly couldn't keep track of what was happening, and all these character were all over the place in my mind, and I remember asking over and over again "Who is Mr. Bingley?" Ugh, I'm rambling.

Oh, look at that.

It's time for detention.

Hope I don't encounter Jerkface Weasley on the way.

"I want you to clean all the desks, and rearrange all the ingredients chronologically. I will be in my office if you need me."

Without another word, Snape slammed his office door and he was gone. I stared at the door before sticking my middle finger up at it.

Damn you.

I started cleaning first because it seemed easier.

It so wasn't easy.

How many pieces of gum do people chew? I kept finding these huge blobs of chewed up gum under the desks, and they were stuck on there. It took me a few minutes to realize I could use my wand.

I moved from cleaning to organizing the ingredients. The last ingredient to go on the shelf was Amortentia.

Stupid Amortentia.

Stupid love.

Stupid Fred.

Stupid Snape.

Stupid everything.

Except lemonade.

And food.

And books.

I knocked on Snape's door. "Professor Snape," I called out.

And then the door opened and I backed up a little and I was freaked out because Snape was frowning at me and I never realized how big his nose was. He should really see a plastic surgeon.

And some shampoo.

"Yes, Miss Waters?"

"I'm finished, sir."

"Very well, you may go."

Oh.

I didn't think he'd let me go that easily. I thought maybe he'd go all inspector on me, and put on some gloves and check for dust, or maybe complain that I'd accidentally knocked over one of the jars, which I didn't do... I didn't.

He must be doing something that he really wants to finish.

What if he has a secret lover?

Oh my Merlin, is he writing a love letter to her?

Gasp! What if he's writing a love letter to him?

Oh my Merlin, what if Snape is gay?

That'd explain everything.

I rushed out of the classroom, feeling a bit disturbed. I had to actually stop and catch my breath for a second. What if Snape actually was attracted to the same gender?

Ew.

Just erase all thoughts of that, Emma.

"You look a bit disturbed."

"And you look a bit flushed," I replied to the person approaching me.

No, it wasn't Fred.

It wasn't Ryan.

It was Amber.

And she actually did look flushed.

"Why? Is it a boy?" I instantly asked Amber, grabbing her shoulders.

She looked to the left and swallowed. "Maybe..."

"Who is it, Amber? Tell me."

Amber removed my hands from her shoulders and started to walk in the direction I was heading. "You know," she said, "a good, concerned older sister would wonder where her fourteen year old sister went, alone, during dinner."

"Right. Where were you, and were you with a boy?"

Amber sighed. "Alright. I was with a boy, and we were in the library. Don't start getting ideas, sister, I was going to the library alone. I was looking for a book, when this boy went in the same aisle. I asked him to reach a book for me, and then we were talking. And I'm looking a bit flushed because..."

"I don't want to know why you were flushed unless it involves you snogging this boy," I said. "But I do want to know who this boy is."

She smiled slightly. "He's older, though."

"Age doesn't matter," I protested, hoping she's tell me. "Do you fancy him?"

Amber looked down. "I don't fancy him... I just find him attractuve..."

"Same thing," I sang.

"Okay, if I tell you, promise not to tell anyone else," Amber said sternly. She stopped walking and she stuck out her pinkie. "Pinkie promise."

I wrapped my pinkie around hers. "Pinkie promise."

Amber pursed her lips. "I don't fancy him, remember that."

"Sure," I said sarcastically.

"Emma!"

"Alright, alright. You don't fancy him, but you find him attractive."

"Yes." Amber bit her lip and looked down.

"He's... "

"Yes?"

"Don't get mad at me or think I'm silly, okay?"

"Okay!"

"...Fred Weasley."

I know it seems so unlikely that Amber would fall for Fred but... This is fanfiction, and I'm the author, so I can do whatever I want!

Imagine how Emma must feel. He sister is beginning to crush on the guy she's crushing on. Ouch. That. Must. Hurt.

Thanks to chocolatecheesecakes, we now have a ship name. Fremma!

I am so sailing that ship.

And I am so sorry to those people who actually like the book Pride and Prejudice. I honestly do feel that way about that book. Don't hate me that, don't give me hate reviews, don't start planning my death, don't do anything bad that might end you up in jail.

Please review.

-Bookworm