A.N. Hello everyone. Thank you for reviewing! Sorry for the delay, but I've
been really busy. And today I was supposed to see Harry Potter again today,
but my Mom had a hissy fit, so I once again will be missing out on seeing my
adorable twins again (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!) but I guess I'll deal!
Fred woke up in the infirmary. His head ached. He had a bad cold.
He sniffed, coughed, and noticed it was getting darker outside. Madam Pomfrey
heard his variety of suffering noises and came to check on him.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, how are we feeling?" she asked.
"Bad. Has anyone come to see me?" he asked.
"Miss Granger and your twin wanted to, but I told them to come back
later," she said. He could remember when He ran out of Ron's room. He
recalled running through the common room. And his vision was impaired by the
stinging tears in his eyes, but he still could make out Harry hopping up from
the couch when he saw him. He looked at him for a second, and ran out. He ran
down to a big tree somewhere on the grounds, he didn't really care, as long
as it wasn't the whomping willow. He sprawled underneath it, and cried, not
paying attention to the rain soaking his robes and wetting his hair. He had
been thinkingof two people, Oliver Wood and Harry.
"Fred? Fred?" Ron asked semi-quietly, looking down at the pale face on
the pillow that was his brother. Fed's eyes fluttered open slowly. He was
having a dream that he didn't want to crawl out of.
"Hey Ron," he said smiling weakly.
"Are you okay?" he asked him.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a bit of the flu. Madam Pomfrey said i'll be
able to go to classes tommorow. She just wants me to have some bedrest," he
filled Ron in. It was ackward for a moment.
"Fred, I just want you to know, I didn't read in your journal. I asked
because I was curious. That's all," Ron said. Fred closed his eyes again. Ron
thought he was going to sleep again, but when Fred's dark eyes opened Ron
could see tears. "Who were you talking about? That you liked?"
"You can never tell anyone else this," Fred said. Ron nodded.
"Of course I can't," Ron said.
"I.....last year I was dating Oliver Wood. I had ever since my first
year here. No one ever found out. Not even George. Then, he broke up with me,
because he fancied someone else. I had visions of us growing old together.
Having fun. He sat down one day and said 'It's not fair to lead you on. I
like someone else. I'm sorry,' He wasn't even planning to tell who he
liked. He said the boy of his dreams would never like him, or any other boy.
So, basically, he broke up with me for a lost cause. And then he told me who
he liked," fred said,tears now zigzaging down his cheeks.
"Who?" Ron asked in a whisper.
"Harry. You're best friend, Harry. At first I wanted to be mad at
him, hate him for breaking me and my love up. But I couldn't. It wasn't
his fault. And, I began to understand why Oliver liked him. And soon, it
wasn't that I was missing Oliver that made me feel bad. It was remembering his
words. The boy he liked would never fancy a guy. That meant my chances were
gone too. That's why I got upset. That's what I mourn now," Fred said. He
looked utterly calm. And strangely, better since he had gotten everything
out.
"Fred? Have you ever just gone out on a limb, and tried to tell
Harry?" Ron asked. They like each other! Perfect!But they won't just
tell each other! Idiots! Ron thought.
"No, no.I want his friendship if I can't have anything else,"Fred
said.
"Harry wouldn't stop being your friend. He wouldn't. You should say
something. Bring it up," Ron suggested,"And what are you going to tell
eveyone, about why you ran outside in the rain to cry?" Fred shrugged.
"I'll tell them they're too nosy," Fred said and smiled. He wiped
the remaining tears off his cheeks. He looked almost back to normal.
"I thought you aksed Hermione to the ball? Are you gay?" Ron
inquired, remembering Hermione when he saw her face in the window of the
infirmary door, reminding him that other people were here to see him.
Fred didn't notice her.
"I still want to go. I like her. Nowhere near....the other one I
like," Fred said trying to prevent a bit of embarrassment to both of them,
"But I still do. I like Angelina a bit too,"Fred said.
"George went to bed, butHermione, Lee, and....Harry see you," Ron
said.
"Send them in," Fred said, grinning. Ron went to the doors of the
room and opened them, letting them in. Hermione came through, then Lee, who
was holding a gigantic tub of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. After them
came Harry, smiling shyly at Fred. Ron looked from Harry to Fred, and saw
Fred was smiling at Harry too.
been really busy. And today I was supposed to see Harry Potter again today,
but my Mom had a hissy fit, so I once again will be missing out on seeing my
adorable twins again (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!) but I guess I'll deal!
Fred woke up in the infirmary. His head ached. He had a bad cold.
He sniffed, coughed, and noticed it was getting darker outside. Madam Pomfrey
heard his variety of suffering noises and came to check on him.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, how are we feeling?" she asked.
"Bad. Has anyone come to see me?" he asked.
"Miss Granger and your twin wanted to, but I told them to come back
later," she said. He could remember when He ran out of Ron's room. He
recalled running through the common room. And his vision was impaired by the
stinging tears in his eyes, but he still could make out Harry hopping up from
the couch when he saw him. He looked at him for a second, and ran out. He ran
down to a big tree somewhere on the grounds, he didn't really care, as long
as it wasn't the whomping willow. He sprawled underneath it, and cried, not
paying attention to the rain soaking his robes and wetting his hair. He had
been thinkingof two people, Oliver Wood and Harry.
"Fred? Fred?" Ron asked semi-quietly, looking down at the pale face on
the pillow that was his brother. Fed's eyes fluttered open slowly. He was
having a dream that he didn't want to crawl out of.
"Hey Ron," he said smiling weakly.
"Are you okay?" he asked him.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a bit of the flu. Madam Pomfrey said i'll be
able to go to classes tommorow. She just wants me to have some bedrest," he
filled Ron in. It was ackward for a moment.
"Fred, I just want you to know, I didn't read in your journal. I asked
because I was curious. That's all," Ron said. Fred closed his eyes again. Ron
thought he was going to sleep again, but when Fred's dark eyes opened Ron
could see tears. "Who were you talking about? That you liked?"
"You can never tell anyone else this," Fred said. Ron nodded.
"Of course I can't," Ron said.
"I.....last year I was dating Oliver Wood. I had ever since my first
year here. No one ever found out. Not even George. Then, he broke up with me,
because he fancied someone else. I had visions of us growing old together.
Having fun. He sat down one day and said 'It's not fair to lead you on. I
like someone else. I'm sorry,' He wasn't even planning to tell who he
liked. He said the boy of his dreams would never like him, or any other boy.
So, basically, he broke up with me for a lost cause. And then he told me who
he liked," fred said,tears now zigzaging down his cheeks.
"Who?" Ron asked in a whisper.
"Harry. You're best friend, Harry. At first I wanted to be mad at
him, hate him for breaking me and my love up. But I couldn't. It wasn't
his fault. And, I began to understand why Oliver liked him. And soon, it
wasn't that I was missing Oliver that made me feel bad. It was remembering his
words. The boy he liked would never fancy a guy. That meant my chances were
gone too. That's why I got upset. That's what I mourn now," Fred said. He
looked utterly calm. And strangely, better since he had gotten everything
out.
"Fred? Have you ever just gone out on a limb, and tried to tell
Harry?" Ron asked. They like each other! Perfect!But they won't just
tell each other! Idiots! Ron thought.
"No, no.I want his friendship if I can't have anything else,"Fred
said.
"Harry wouldn't stop being your friend. He wouldn't. You should say
something. Bring it up," Ron suggested,"And what are you going to tell
eveyone, about why you ran outside in the rain to cry?" Fred shrugged.
"I'll tell them they're too nosy," Fred said and smiled. He wiped
the remaining tears off his cheeks. He looked almost back to normal.
"I thought you aksed Hermione to the ball? Are you gay?" Ron
inquired, remembering Hermione when he saw her face in the window of the
infirmary door, reminding him that other people were here to see him.
Fred didn't notice her.
"I still want to go. I like her. Nowhere near....the other one I
like," Fred said trying to prevent a bit of embarrassment to both of them,
"But I still do. I like Angelina a bit too,"Fred said.
"George went to bed, butHermione, Lee, and....Harry see you," Ron
said.
"Send them in," Fred said, grinning. Ron went to the doors of the
room and opened them, letting them in. Hermione came through, then Lee, who
was holding a gigantic tub of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. After them
came Harry, smiling shyly at Fred. Ron looked from Harry to Fred, and saw
Fred was smiling at Harry too.
