Fred 12 November
The last twelve days have been absolute hell for me. Its not the comments from other students – those I can handle, it's not the bruises from my bash up with Ron, because I deserved them, it's the fact that Fleur mustn't have read my whole diary because if she had, she would have seen how much I love her and (maybe) we wouldn't have broken up, just had a bit of a spat.
I need to find her and tell her how I feel and explain about Ron. If she sees how sincere I am, she may take me back.
Fleur 12 November
I've been feeling so awful about what I did to Fred on Halloween. I now realize that Ron and I were not meant to be together and I know that I love Fred and his actions involving Ron were instrumental to our relationship. I love him, I truly do. I must find him before it's too late!
(A/N (a/n a slight deviation from the norm – had to have this in "real time" otherwise it wouldn't have worked)
"Fred?" Fleur called down the hallway to the retreating red head
"What, who, me?" he looked up in confusion
"Yes Fred. Look I want to apologize," she whispered
"Um Fleur?" the boy still seemed confused. But Fleur just had to blurt out everything; anything he had to say could wait.
"Fred, I am so sorry about the whole diary thing, it was really rude of me and I want to say I am really truly sorry for the way I acted. And I have discovered that the incident with Ron was for our benefit. I love you!"
A look of dawning comprehension came over the red heads face "oh god she thinks I'm Fred… play along with it George – she's hot!"
"Um ahem, I'm sorry too for what fre- ah George and I did to Ron, but I really wanted to go out with you, and did you just say that you loved me!"
"I just said that didn't I, silly boy, what do I have to do to prove it?" she replied flirtatiously
Georges brain began to run in overdrive did she just say what I thought she did? Down boy. She wouldn't want to… or 'would she? Just ask you wuss. But what about Fred? SCREW FRED – or better still and less illegally screw his girlfriend, technically she's still screwing Fred, well it looks like Fred at any rate…so WHY NOT!"
"Fleur shall we head back to my room to continue this conversation there?"
She giggled "Oh Fred, you naughty boy. Lead on my red knight!"
Two satisfying hours later.
Fleur stretched and smiled, she was glad that she had made up with Fred. She lazily looked at her watch and realized that it was five minutes until lunch and she was ravenously hungry. And now to lunch she thought lets not bother with a cleansing charm, I want to smell like Fred all afternoon
The real Fred was walking the halls too. He had just been told by his twin that Fleur was sorry for what she had done to him but had mistaken George for Fred and told all this to George. Fred didn't mind about her faux pas too much, they were identical twins after all…as long as they hadn't done anything together he was fine with it.
Fred recognized a familiar waterfall of blonde hair outside the Great Hall; he snuck up on her, wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her neck, breathing her scent in.
Suddenly he stopped and breathed in again. Her scent was masculine and that red love bite on her neck was definantly from him. He hadn't kissed her since the 30th of October!
He withdrew himself from her grasp and looked into her smiling face. How could she! HOW COLUD SHE! She supposedly loved him but was screwing other men behind his back, granted they weren't going out, but the scent and the love bite were definitely fresh from today! The day she had professed her love for him to George!
Fleur saw the strange look in Fred's eyes and reached up to touch his face. He slapped her hand away and asked her in a dangerously deep whisper, very different from his normal voice. "Where did he touch you and how did it feel. Why did you let it begin? What did he whisper and when did you cry? How good was he honestly and tell me who made the very first move?"
Fleur could only stutter out a single word "Fred" before she burst into wracking sobs.
Fred only looked at her once more, muttered "whore" before turning onhis heel and walked away. He never looked at her again.
Fleur requested an earlier transfer back to Beauxbatons and left Hogwarts her heart broken beyond repair because of three red haired men who showed her the wonders of heaven before plunging her down into the depths of hell three times over. And that's where she remained.
THE END!