So this is turning into a collection of oneshots about these two. Part of this is I think I really just miss writing. I guess I'm just going to keep writing until I run out of ideas. I think I want to write at least two more chapters. Who knows what will happen.

So a little back story Rose is part of a large Wisard family and has tons of cousins. If I keep writing I may put more about them in.

Standing in a crowded room and I can't see your face

Put your arms around me, tell me everything's okay

In my mind, I'm running round a cold and empty space

Just put your arms around me, tell me everything's okay

Hold my Hand - Jess Glynne

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It had been two days since the surprise kiss and Rose was now officially actively avoiding Fred. At first, after he had kissed and disappeared back into the hole in the wall she was in such utter shock that she had been unable to move let alone process. By the time she had made it back to the Hufflepuff common room, leaving most of her work unfinished - let's hope Snape wasn't too upset- she was confused. Obviously Fred would kiss and run. It was more theatrical that way and the Weasley twin was nothing if not theatrical. However, this left a girl like Rose to her thoughts and Rose was the kind of girl who internalized everything until it was no longer a thing. Then she would internalize it some more.

So by the time she got back to her room her head was swimming. By the time she had laid down to go to sleep her mind was drowning; gasping for any air, any break from the torrent of feelings.

Sleep wasn't something that came easy that night.

The next morning she had come to a conclusion: Just act like it didn't happen.

After all, If Fred could just pull a drive by kiss she was completely in her rights to act like it never happened. He wanted a reaction? Well she shouldn't give it to him. Or he didn't want a reaction and that was the whole point of the run after kissing. Regardless, no reaction would be given.

Conclusion made.

Resolve found.

Then she saw him.

He was -obviously- with his brother laughing and flirting with some girls who were totally enamored by the story he they were telling. Instantly the plan changed. All resolve gone. Nope, not going to act like it didn't happen. Definitely going to act like HE didn't happen. She was just going to avoid him and maybe things would make more sense. Maybe the sweaty palms and nervous butterflies would pass and she would feel calm again. She just needed some time, yeah time. The sweet thought of calming time that would quickly sweep away all these nerves. After all she didn't have to avoid him for long. Just until lunch.

That was two days ago and she was still dodging his laughter and ducking corner at the sight of every red haired person. She felt like he was everywhere. Just in the corner of her eye. Just behind every door. It was a little out of control. Even she knew that as she sat in the far depths of the library among the books that no one read. Books long forgotten much like she was trying to be.

Her stomach let out a small growl, letting her know it also thought she was being an idiot. She had skipped lunch today, unable to risk going to the hall for meals because he would obviously be there. She had sent an arry of her many cousins to get her food earlier but now it was starting to become obvious she was avoiding something and rather than deal with the questions she had skipped lunch altogether today. It wasn't like she had much of an appetite anyway.

So here she sat trying to think logically on an empty stomach,

It wasn't like she hadn't ever kissed a boy before. She had done it twice before in fact. Ok, the first time didn't really count since it had been her cousin Josh when they were five and didn't really understand what being cousins really meant. Her mother had to explain that they could not in fact get married and that kissing was off limits.

The second was a fellow Huffelpuff. Last year she had become close to a boy, Sam, he was nice boy and they use to talk a lot. More like she would listen, but she was good at it and he always had interesting things to say. It had started with just small conversation but they had quickly become friends and soon he sent her a letter during class that he liked her. They had "dated" for about two weeks when he changed his mind confessing he liked another girl. It had hurt at first but it had mostly been her pride that was injured. They were still friends, if not as close as before.

So what was wrong thing time? She was young and wasn't kissing part of being a teenager? Rory was always kissing some girl and her cousin Liam who was a year older had been dating a girl for almost a year now. So why was this such a big deal?

It wasn't.

It shouldn't be.

But it was.

Everytime she thought about Fred her stomach hurt and left her feeling weak. Sighing she ran her fingers through her hair tugging at the messy bun that held her blonde hair away from her face.

It was because she liked him, a lot. So much that it scared her. She knew the Weasley twins by both reputation and from her own observations. They attracted women with their playful personalities and she was sure Fred had kissed his share of girls. Some he may have even stuck around for after.

None of this was helping her. If anything it was making her feel worse. Letting out a growl she stood up and started pacing. Psyching herself up. Come on Rose! It was a kiss so what if he doesn't really like, like you. You guys can be friends. You just have to let him know no kissing! You're not that kind of girl. Yeah, that's it. Just lay down the law. Than maybe avoid him again. Let him know you were cool but then run away… ok maybe not run away just slowly back away until there was a comfortable distance.

"Hey,"

Rose let out a squeal of surprise nearly jumping a foot in the air was she whirled around, green eyes wide in surprise. Fred stood leaning against a bookshelf, a look of pure amusement on his face. That smug kiss stealing face.

"What… how long were you there?" Had she said anything out loud? If so what had she said?

"Well," he chuckled running his fingers through his red hair, "you were just sitting here so I was going to come over but then you stood up and started pacing and it was so hilarious I didn't have the heart to stop you."

She was sure her face was bright red, probably the color of his hair. "oh" She whispered.

"Have you been avoiding me?" He asked taking a step closer.

"No!" She winced at the pitch as her voice cracked. She coughed shrugging "I mean, why would I be avoiding you."

He shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because I kissed you." She looked away biting her lip. "Look if it was that bad we can try again" Fred said holding his hand out.

"No! I mean… I'm not that kind of girl. I don't just kiss any guy."

"Well I'm not just any guy" Fred said "I'm Fred Weasley" He threw out his hands dramatically causing her to smile giving a soft chuckle. To her surprise, his shoulders relax slightly. looking up at him her eyes met his. Was he as nervous as she was? A small part of her hoped so.

"And I'm just not any girl" She whispered.

"I know," He said closing the gap, "You're the girl I want to keep kissing."

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Would you like some crackers with that Cheese! -is shot-

The idea of Fred thinking a kiss and run would be cool and Rose being like "who... da... what? I also feel like if Fred was nervousness he would just aoct like he was overly confidant. The little shit.

What do you guys think?

Anyway, if you want something actually good to read I recommend "Kiss my Lips and Hope to Die" By elixirsoflife. It's DA BEST.

LIZ OUT!