Disclaimer: Big shocker. I still don't own the Harry Potter series...
The first thing I did after finding the yellow dress was rush out of the girls dorm and into the common room. I didn't even look around the common room for him. He rarely ever hung out there. It was somewhat of an unspoken rule that the Common Room was my space, and that he and his brother would both find their own place to do homework and hang out with their friends. I swung the portrait open and ran out of the Common Room, racing down to the Great Hall, where I was hoping to find him. But what was I supposed to say when I did find him? That I was sorry that I had been ignoring him for the past two years and I wanted to be friends again? There was no way that would work...
I continued running, passing some first or second years that were looking at me strangely, but I didn't care. I had to make it up to Fred. I finally reached the Great Hall and slowly opened the door, thinking through what I was about to do. I smoothed down my hair once I was in the Great Hall and walked down the aisle between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Sure enough, Fred was sitting down, not touching anything on his plate. Across from him was his sister, Ginny, and brother, Ron. He just stared at his food, not talking to anyone. At that moment I finally realized how much I missed him and his brother, messing around, and getting detention with them. Before now, I had just pushed out all of the pain and refused to let it in. But now, it all came rushing in.
Then I did something I would never have thought I would ever do. I sat down next to Fred. He looked up at me with shock in his eyes. I offered him a small smile and then looked away to get my dinner. Once I had grabbed everything I wanted I looked back over at him. He had gone back to looking down at his plate with a blank expression on his face. Ron and Ginny were starring at me with confused looks on their face.
No one said anything that whole meal, which was actually better than what I had been expecting. Fred finally decided to start eating, but it was slower than I remembered. I finished my meal after about 15 minutes, and let me tell you, those 15 minutes were the longest in my entire life. I was just glad that the meal didn't turn into a fight, with Fred sitting just to the left of me. I got up, waved goodbye to the three of them and left the Great Hall, feeling happier than I had in long time.
I went back to the Common Room, and decided that I should probably start working on my Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. I found a seat over in the corner of the Common Room and sat down, trying to get my mind off of everything that happened. That proved to be harder than I expected when, 20 minutes later, I was still sitting in that same position with not a single word written down. This was going to be a long night. And it proved to be an even longer night when a certain someone decided to come and sit across from me and start to work on his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay as well.
I knew he was sitting there, pretending to be writing, but I refused to look up, and forced myself to write this darn essay. But, now, that turned out to be even harder than before. I ended up just scribbling random words on my paper for the next half an hour, before the uneasy silence was broken.
"Are you all right?" Fred asked me. This caught me off guard. Why was he suddenly concerned about me after two years of not caring?
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I replied, looking up at him for a half second before looking elsewhere.
"Because you have been writing my name for the past 30 minutes," Fred replied, trying to make eye contact with me.
"What?" I asked, looking down at my paper. And sure enough, the only word I had written, over and over again, was Fred.
"Umm..." I said, embarrassed. "I should be going." And with that, I picked up my paper, quill and ink, and hurriedly ran up the stairs to my dorm.
When the door was tightly closed I looked more closely at the paper. On it was Fred's name written over and over again, probably about 200 times at least. How had I not realized what I was writing? How would I ever be able to talk to Fred now? I quickly tore up the paper into little bits and threw it into the small fireplace in the center of the dorm.
The next few weeks went the same way: I would get up the courage to sit next to him, then later he would sit next to me, I would end up scribbling his name all over my paper, and run off, humiliated. What was happening to me? And why, out of nowhere were Fred and I slowly working back towards out friendship?
So yeah, I know I haven't updated this for like 4 months, but I have just been so busy that I haven't really had time! But now I am on Thanksgiving break so hopefully I will have more time to update this week! ~LilyLuna