Fred and I had become great friends through the DA. We would walk to meetings together, and pair up for practice. It was blooming to be a great friendship. I was becoming scared that I was going to be put into the friends zone and that I had doomed myself there because I was too shy to show him my true feelings.
We were in a meeting and Harry was beginning to teach us how to make a Patronus. I was having a tough time in finding a memory happy enough to make one. I didn't have a good childhood and my years here weren't the worse but they weren't that happy. But then Fred winked at me from across the room. I knew what I was going to use. The past few weeks of my life have been the happiest I have been in as long as I remember. We lay out at the lake, I watched him play quidditch, I watched him sell his joke shop products to all the younger kids. He had got me to skip class with him and to not do my homework. He made me free and happy. He was my memory; he was my perfectly happy memory. I yelled loudly and a beautiful and glowing giraffe came running out of the end of my wand. It was prefect and stood above everyone. I laugh; of course my patronus was a giraffe. I shook my head as the giraffe disappeared. Everyone stared at me in awe, no one else had done it yet. Fred glanced at me and smiled. But it was a different look then all the rest. It was caring. I wanted to run to him and hug him, but I didn't. He would think I was weird or something would happen. I practice my patronus some more and everytime to got brighter. When Harry calls the end of the meeting, Fred walked over to me and bowed.
"What was that for?" I questioned.
"I am in the presence of a master and yours would be a giraffe. freak" he smiled.
"I just had a good memory"
"What was it?" he smiled, bumping my shoulder playfully.
"No, its…well it's embarrassing." "Why? Just tell me" "No, you'll think it's weird" "well now I need to know darling. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me…."
Fred kept this up till we got back to the common room. Everyone else went up to their rooms. But me and Fred went to sit by the low burning fire.
"Are you gonna tell me?" Fred said for about the hundredth time.
"Why do you want to know?" I sighed. "Why don't you want to tell me?" Fred said seriously, for once. "I told you. Its gonna make everything weird and I can't do that to myself. My memory will go away." "Is it about me?" He leaned in closer. "Maybe….yeah, it is. Nothing specially, just everything. Fred." I looked into his eyes, "you have made these past few weeks the best of my life and I cant lose that."
Fred reached out to grab my hand. "I can't lose you either. I am quite proud to be your memory. Wanna know something?" He whispered. "what?" "you were mine as well." He kiss me on my cheek. "We should sleep though." I just nodded, I couldn't talk. Something had changed between us. Something was different. And I loved it.