.:Chapter twelve:.
Getting out of bed was not an option that day. My pillow smelled too amazing to move. But how in the world did my pillow start smelling this nice? Oh, that's right, I'm sleeping in Fred's bed.
"WHAT?" I sat up, looking around the room. Fred was asleep on my cot, and George in his bed. I remembered the good night kiss as I felt my forehead. Was it a dream?
"Maaa," Fred said, "Reee." Was that my name? Was Fred Weasley saying my name in his sleep? I got down beside the bed, whispering Fred's name. He opened his eyes, halfway between being awake and asleep. He looked at me, smiled, and rolled back over. It was barely six in the morning. No one was up yet. I wanted to pull a chair up and watch Fred sleep, but he would probably find that creepy. I decided to go down stairs. I tried not to make too much noise, I didn't want to wake anyone. I was at the Burrow long enough to know where the creaky stairs were, so it was no problem to get down stairs silently. I went to the sitting room. I sat down wishing I had a pillow. I didn't realize that I carried Fred's pillow down with me.
I cuddled up on the comfy chair, thinking I was alone. I smashed my face into the pillow, breathing Fred's sent. I heard a noise from the kitchen, making me jump. Bill Weasley was sitting on the sofa across the room from me.
"Why are you up so early?" He asked, slouching back, crossing his legs, and sipping his tea.
"I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep," I said, pulling the pillow closer. Bill nodded, taking another drink.
"Did you figure it out yet?" He laughed. I didn't answer. I knew what I wanted the answer to be. I wanted to say 'Yes, I know Fred likes me,' but if I was wrong, and that wasn't what Bill meant, I could possibly die of embarrassment. I decided a simple shake of my head from left to right would work. "Geeze, Marie, do I have to spell it out for you?" Bill said, hitting himself in the head with his palm.
"Possibly," I said, blushing. He was kind of making me feel stupid.
"Okay, I'll explain this the best way I can without really telling you. I promised not to tell," Bill said, smiling. He pointed up, not saying anything.
"Great, I suck at Charades," I said, Bill gave me an angry look, "Okay, okay. Umm, upstairs?" Bill nodded, holding up two fingers, "Two words," he nodded again. "Upstairs? No, that's not two words. Umm, Bed room?" Bill shook his head, then he pointed to his head. "Ginger hair?" He nodded, then pointed up, again. "Is it one of your brothers?" He nodded. "Okay, Ron, Fred, George, or Percy?" He put his hands up, motioning to slow down. "Ron," No, "George," no, "Percy," no, "Fred," Yes. "Okay, Fred, how what about him?" I asked. Bill pointed to the middle of his chest, then made a heart in the air, and pointed to me. "Fred chest, hearts me?" I asked.
"Take out the chest," Bill said. "Fred hearts you."
"You're messing with me," I said, I could feel my face getting hot. He shook his head again.
"No, I'm not. I wouldn't mess with you," Bill said, standing up, "I have to go to work. Good luck." He went out to the kitchen. I couldn't move. Fred Weasley likes me. This is too good to be true. I must have fallen asleep soon after that. The next thing I remember is being woken up by Mrs. Weasley.
"Are you okay, dear?" She asked, handing me a cup of tea, looking concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine," I answered, sipping the tea.
A/N: I know, it's short. Review please!