Spotted: Pansy's mystery man scurrying away from the Owlery with his tail between his legs. Did anyone happen to catch his name? No, that's okay. He'll be gone before his fifteen minutes of fame are even started.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

"Fifteen minutes of fame," Fred scoffed, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. "If I wanted my fifteen minutes of fame, it definitely wouldn't be because I'm Pansy bloody Parkinson's fucktoy."

George glanced over his shoulder at his twin, furrowing his brow. "You couldn't have selected another phrase for yourself? I thought you loved her."

"That's the problem, Georgie, my boy," Fred groaned, collapsing face-first into his bed as he mumbled something else into the pillow.

"You know I can't understand you when you talk into the pillow," George teased, chuckling under his breath.

Fred let out a loud sigh and propped himself up on his elbows, glaring at his brother. "The problem is that I am very much in love with Pansy bloody Parkinson."

"So maybe you should be telling her that instead of me," George replied, turning his attention back to his study. "I think I heard a rumor Pansy was going to be up late studying in the library tonight if you wanted to go talk to her."

Fred raised his brow as he jumped up from his bed with a smile on his face. He walked over to George, grabbing him by the cheeks and pressing a sloppy kiss to George's forehead. Fred laughed as he watched George scowl, reaching up to wipe the saliva from his face.

"Love ya, Georgie," Fred called, waving at George as he made his way out of the dorms and down the hall. He was off to find his witch and get this whole thing sorted once and for all.

~xoxo~

Pansy let out a sigh as she flipped aimlessly through her Ancient Runes text as she pretended the tiny parchment plane wasn't lying on the floor under her satchel. Fred was more than just some fifteen-minute fling or whatever the hell it was that Gossip Witch was insinuating. He was more than just the mystery guy she was fooling around with in the shadows. If she was honest with herself, Pansy wanted to stop hiding in the shadows and pull her relationship with George out into the open.

"I give up," she mumbled, slamming her book closed on the table and arching her back over the top of the chair. Pansy stretched her arms above her head, letting out a groan and pinching her eyes shut tight.

"That's an interesting view."

His voice startled her. Pansy's eyes jolted open to find Fred standing behind her with his signature smirk on his face. Shaking her head, Pansy leaned forward and pushed the chair away from the table, leaving the desk behind her as she walked up to him.

She rested her arms on his shoulders, interlacing her hands behind his neck. Pansy leaned forward and rested her head on his chest, smiling as she felt Fred's arms wrap around her waist. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she started to speak, only to be caught off by him.

"I saw the Gossip Witch blast," Fred blurted out, resting his chin on the top of Pansy's head. "I'm not after my fifteen minutes of fame so that you know."

"I didn't think you were," Pansy replied, pulling away to look up at him. Pansy drew her lips into a fine line as she looked deep into his eyes. "I was under the impression that we were together because we had some kind of feelings for one another."

Fred nodded his head once. "I'm glad we're on the same page," he said, leaning down to kiss Pansy, only to feel her cheek against his lips rather than her lips. "What the hell?"

"What are we doing here, Fred?" Pansy asked, pulling away. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as she kicked at the ground, enjoying the scraping sound her shoe made against the tile. "I've got a reputation around this school. Gossip Witch knows it. You know it. I know it, so why are we wasting our time? We both know that in the end, we are both going to end up hurt because I'm not good for more than a few flings."

Fred opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off again.

"Don't try to tell me that you aren't hurt by the blast or that you don't listen to what that witch has to say. You know she's right," Pansy huffed. "She's right about everything. I'm only going to end up hurting you, so we might as well end it while we're ahead."

Fred looked at her in disbelief. He had come down here with the full intent to tell her that he was head over heels in love with her. Now she was standing in front of him, saying it was over. His brain was running a meter a minute, and he wasn't sure what to do. His brain was telling him to turn on his heel and leave, pretend this entire situation never happened. But then there was his heart.

His heart was telling him to wrap her up in his arms and kiss the pain away. He wanted to kiss her until she couldn't' think straight and forgot about everything Gossip Witch had ever printed about her. He wanted to prove to her that she wasn't broken and she deserved to be loved.

"Whatever you want, Pansy."

The words left his lips before he even knew what he was saying. Fred shook his head as he turned, walking out of the library.

The shatter of a broken heart echoes through the library, followed by the soft sobs of someone who lost a part of themself. Pick up the pieces, Parkinson. We know you won't be lonely long.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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