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I walk to the dungeons with Fred for our Saturday night detention. I told George and Brooke about our "almost kiss", but decided to not think about it and forget it. "I wonder what we're going to do for Snape this time" Fred says breaking the silence between us.

"I don't know..." I say quietly. "What if we have to do something really gross?"

"That would be cool."

"Ew, Fred! No!" I playfully hit Fred's arm. We laugh and talk for a little bit until we reach Snape's classroom. The cold air sends a wave of goosebumps on my arm making me shiver. I hug myself for some warmth. Fred looks at me and begins to rub my arms softly. I laugh since I'm very ticklish and the softest touches make me laugh. "Fred, stop. You know I'm ticklish." Fred stops rubbing my arms with a smirk on his face. I roll my eyes at him and say, "Plus, that didn't help at all."

That wipes the smirk right off his face. "Well, that hurt." I laugh at how he pretends to be hurt by my statement. Suddenly, Snape comes walking out of his office with five big piles of parchment. He stacks them right in front of us without saying a word. I look at one of the names. It says a name of a student I know. "Put in alphabetical order" Snape says. He then walks right back into his office slamming the door behind him.

I sigh and grab a seat to sit on. I grabbed one pile and began working without a word. Fred did the same next to me. About fifteen minutes into our work, Fred finally says something. "About yesterday..." I immediately look up at him then continue on to my work.

"Yeah?" I mumble trying not to sound too anxious.

"I didn't mean for that to happen...I guess I wasn't really thinking." I nod in agreement.

"Yeah me too." I tried to keep my sadness from showing through the way I talked. If I was sad and I talked loudly, people could tell I'm sad. I reach over to grab some more papers from another pile. A couple of papers fall on the other side of the table to the floor. I scoot the chair back and walk around the desk to the fallen papers. As I reach down to gather the papers, I wipe a stray tear on my cheek, hurt by the words he just said. Why do I like him? He doesn't even like me. I don't know what I was thinking. I remember that day when I first met the Weasleys. The way he looked at me. I go back around the table and sit back in my chair.

Fred and I get done with the work quickly since we didn't talk much. "Wasn't that fun?" Fred says sarcastically as we walk back to the common room. I giggle and cross my arms in front of my chest. "You seem sad."

"No, I'm not. Why do you say that?" I look at Fred in a confused way. Great now he can tell I'm sad. If he asks why then I'll just say that I didn't get to eat dinner.

"Well, you're not talking much. You love to talk. And when you do, it's mostly mumbles."

"I guess. Yeah." He's right. I do mumble when something's wrong.

"Mhm. Your arms are crossed in front of your chest when you're sad."

"Really?" I put my arms at my sides instead.

"Yeah."

"I never even knew that." Fred laughs and continues.

"You shuffle your feet."

"Yeah I do that sometimes."

"And..." Fred stops and leans in closer to study my eyes. "Your left eye turns green." I look at him with wide eyes. "That happens a lot though. So I'm not really sure..." Fred puts his hand on his chin as if in deep concentration.

"Yeah. It's mostly when I'm sad." I continue to walk to the common room. We reach it and give the fat lady the password.

"So you're sad almost everyday?" I enter the common room and sit on the sofa across from the everlasting fire.

"Pretty much."

"Why though?" Fred comes to sit down next to me. I think about my parents almost everyday. It makes me sad to know that I will never see my mum my whole life. I wouldn't even want to see my father. He killed multiple people.

"I don't want to talk about them." Fred nods slowly knowing who I'm talking about. "Fred, how do you know all those things about me?"

"I observe."

"Well you're good at it. You know me better than I know myself" I giggle. "Well, night." I give Fred a hug and head upstairs for the night. When I get to bed I think about Fred "observing". Maybe Brooke was right about him staring, because I don't remember seeing him observing me. It makes me happy to know that he actually pays attention to me. I fall asleep into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep.

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