Guys guys guys. Don't hate me for this chapter, k?
That night it felt weird to lie alone in my bed. I shivered, trying to cocoon myself in my covers. Bianca was snoring softly, fidgeting in sleep. I turned over, curling into a ball. I could no longer muster up the exhaustion I'd experienced earlier, so I just stared out the window. It was a calm, plain night, totally different to the Quidditch World Cup. I watched the clouds move across the sky, hiding the moon, and wiggled my numb toes. A lot of things had happened tonight. Along with the drama of the Death Eaters, there had been everything with Fred. Every time I bit my lip I saw his face. I shivered again, and that's when I heard it. Eggy slipped out of bed, putting on a pair of shoes, before tiptoeing out of the room. I stayed completely still until the door was closed, and then sat up. Where on earth was she going?
I sighed, lying back down again. How could she hate me for not telling her things when she's the one sneaking around? I had half a mind to follow her, but unlike her I knew when to leave people alone. I fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable. I couldn't stop thinking about Fred. He'd carried me even though he was exhausted and beaten. He'd protected me. I hadn't even said thank you.
I kicked my covers off, sitting up and running a hand through my hair. Never in my life had I expected to be kept awake by the thought of Fred Weasley, but tonight I wanted nothing but to talk to him. I slipped out of bed and crept towards the door, opening it slowly and quietly. I winced when a floorboard started to creak, and looked back at the room. Soft light filtered in from the hall, but neither Lori or Bianca stirred. I closed the door as quietly as I could, before power walking down the hall. If a prefect saw me then there would definitely be some point deduction. I rounded the corner and arrived at the twins door. I didn't even hesitate to open the door. When I was inside, my eyes locked onto Freds bed. It was empty. I frowned, confused. George snored in his bed, and I bit my lip, before walking over.
"George." I hissed, shaking him softly. He took a deep breath, turning over and burying his head in the pillow. I shook him harder, and he batted my hands away.
"What?" He groaned, looking up sleepily at my face.
"Where's Fred?" I asked, and George closed his eyes, pulling a face.
"Jesus Eggy I already told you. He's in the bathroom." He grumbled, turning over. My eyes popped open wide, and I felt my heart pound unevenly.
"What? George, what?" I tried to shake him, but he was already fast asleep. I groaned, taking off towards the nearest bathroom. Was this actually happening? I thought that was over, I thought I made myself perfectly clear. I swung open the door, storming in, and sure enough, there they were, fucking on the bathroom floor.
"Are you fucking serious?" I screamed, and Eggy looked up, her eyes wide. Freds face though, that was the priceless part. His eyes were wide, his mouth open as he rushed to stand, doing up his jeans. He was fumbling over his words as I stormed towards him.
"Cathy, it's not, we aren't, I don't-" I slapped him so hard it made my whole arm ache. I felt betrayed, and my chest was aching as the anger surged up inside me.
"How dare you!" I shouted, slapping him again. He held both his cheeks, his eyes wide and panicked.
"She came to me!" He tried, and I shook my head, biting my lip to stop myself from tearing up.
"I thought you'd changed, I thought we'd been through this!" My voice was wobbly, and I cursed the fact that my whole body felt like it was being torn apart. How could he do this? How could he pretend? How could he fool me?
"Cathy-" eggy began, and I whirled on her.
"I felt sorry for you! In the train carriage when you were crying I swore I would rip his balls off if he even so much as touched you! You bring it all on yourself!" Her mouth fell open as she struggled to come up with an answer. Her neck was littered with hickies, and I felt like I was going to puke.
"You hate me for keeping secrets, and you're the one sneaking out." I shot, hoping the knife was really twisting itself in her heart. I turned back to Fred, and push on his shoulders so hard he stumbled.
"That's for deceiving me." I balled my fist and punched him round the jaw.
"That's for pretending to be anything but a jack ass." I kneed him in the stomach, and he fell to his knees, spluttering and coughing.
"And that's what I promised you on the train." I finished, before walking away. I clenched and unclenched my fists, my knuckles aching, and tried hard to clear my clouding vision. Of course he was still sleeping with her, he's probably sleeping with half the school. That's just who he is, and who am I to think we had something? Who was I to even assume I meant something? Plus, it's not like anything happened. It's not like I wanted anything to happen.
I stopped, leaning against the wall, hyperventilating in ragged breaths as I tried to calm myself down. I slid to the floor, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. Okay, this had to end. You knew this would happen, what did you expect? You can't be his friend, he doesn't know the meaning of the word, unless it's followed by "with benefits".
"Cathy!" His voice was like a slap to the face, and I looked up, praying to god he'd just run straight past me and hopefully into a waiting prefect. He saw me, his eyes wide, and stopped in front of me, his hair in disarray.
"Don't you have a bitch to be fucking?" I spat, folding my arms and staring daggers at him. He squatted down in front of me, meeting my eyes.
"I'm so sorry." He said, reaching out to touch my hand. I shrugged him off.
"Fuck off." I grumbled.
"What is your problem? It's not like we're dating." He said, and I looked at him. He wasn't serious. He wasn't fucking serious.
"I couldn't give a fuck about that. You don't even have a clue why I'm pissed off." I tried to keep my voice quieter, but it was a struggle, especially as his face twisted into an angry mask.
"Please, enlighten me." He raised an eyebrow, and I made a disgusted noise.
"All that at the game, being nice, looking after me, was it all an act? Because I made it pretty clear how I felt about you fucking Eggy. She's my friend Fred, and you're using her. You're using her like you use all girls! How could you do that to her? I thought you were actually nice, but I guess you don't know how to do nice. What was I, Fred? Sweeten me up so I let you keep fucking her? A little game for you and you're mates to laugh at?" I demanded, my voice rising to a level I'm sure anyone near by would be able to hear. Fred shook his head, his teeth gritted together.
"You think you're a game to me? You aren't a game. I never meant for you to think I was using you, or whatever. You're being stupid." He told me, his brow set. Yes, maybe I was over reacting, but that didn't change the fact he was using her for his own desire, and he'd break her heart.
"She likes you, Fred. She is in love with you, and you're using her like you'd use a broom! As long as the ride is smooth, it's great, but as soon as a better model comes along you'll drop her in a second. You're a selfish dickhead who has no feelings and right now I seriously hate you!" I went to slap him, but he grabbed wrist. He swore under his breath, his fingers tightening around my wrist as I struggled.
"So what? Yeah, I like sex. I don't usually care who it comes from, and yeah, I'd drop Eggy in a fucking second if the person I really wanted showed interest, but right now she's keeping me sane. Don't think for a second I don't feel bad about it." He growled through gritted teeth. I yanked my wrist out of his grip, balling my fists at my sides.
"The thing is Fred I'm pretty sick of your bullshit, you need to find someone else to screw because I will not let you hurt her." I made as if to stand, but he grabbed both my shoulders, pinning me down, moving onto his knees, getting between my legs so I couldn't move. I struggled, getting increasingly more pissed off.
"I have plenty of girls, I have more than Eggy, but she's... Different." He struggled to find the words, and I scoffed.
"Please, don't give me that." I spat, and he leaned forward, getting right in my face.
"You don't understand, and I can't tell you! You don't get why I want her, do you? You just don't-" he grunted, shaking his head.
"I don't get it? Oh no, I get it. She's a girl right? She has a vagina. That's the whole reason you like her! God just let me go!" I ordered, and for a second it looked like he was about to let me go... Then he moved forward and kissed me. He barely touched my lips, his lips mostly on my cheek, but the corner was on mine, and my eyes shot open. I mustered the strength to push him off, scrambling to my feet.
"I am not one of your little bitches! You can't use me, Fred! God I HATE YOU!" I screamed, before turning and running away.
Well. There we go. They kissed maybe sort of not really. I'm saving it okay don't shoot me. So yeah what do you think? Eggy needs to not. Tell me what you think guys xxx