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Chapter 24: A Better Confession

"Come on Auden, open the door." Fred banged his fist, making the door rattle from beneath my back.

It rocked me violently as I let out another sob. I don't think I should really be crying if I just confessed my feeling for him, but he just made things so confusing and frustrating. I wanted to hit him so badly…but I couldn't. I couldn't even look him in the eye or come out the bathroom. I had run for cover as soon I blurted the three words I had been contemplating for weeks. I pulled my knees to my chest and stayed on the cool tile floor.

"Auden, please, just let me talk to you." He pleaded.

He had stopped knocking on the door, which made it a little more comfortable on the floor. I was tired. I knew that for sure. I fought my eyelids to make sure they didn't shut. At the same time, however, all I wanted to do was sleep. Just as along as it wasn't with Fred.

"No, or wait are you just joking again?" I hissed.

"I'm a git okay?" He started. His voice had become softer and closer to me. He was probably sitting against the door on the other side. "Will you please just come out so we can talk?"

"What are we doing now?" I asked. "We can talk without looking at each other."

"But I want to see you when I say it." He said.

"Then you will have to bust down the door."

"I will then."

I was actually bracing myself for impact. I scooted under the sink and curled up further into a ball. The crashing sound I expected to hear didn't happen; instead I heard little clicking sounds. It wasn't long before the doorknob was turning and I grabbed it, trying to prevent him from coming in, but he was too strong. The door swung back and I moved my self over, my back to the tub, so I wouldn't get crushed. His eyes flickered around the room until they landed on me and softened.

"Just hear me out." Fred said kneeling in front of me.

I plugged my ears. I didn't care that it was childish, but I wanted to hate him right now. Truthfully, I had forgiven him and I just wanted to be in his arms, but I forced myself to be mad. "I'm not listening."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He pulled my hands from my ears and didn't let go even though I was trying to make it as hard as possible. "Everything I said, before you got mad at me, is true. I loved you the moment I saw you. I want you to be mine and since I'm such a git, I didn't know how to tell you." His frozen hands let go of my wrists and cupped my face. "I was so mad that I couldn't see you as much. I hated the fact you sat with Draco and Zach. Auden, I love you more than you could ever imagine."

I tried to search his eyes, but I couldn't see anything. I didn't know if this was just some sick joke or if he was serious. Even if he was telling the truth, everything was going to be uncertain. I would never truly know when he was joking or if he meant it. For others I knew, but when it came to him, I was blinded by my own feelings. He dimmed my ability to think clearly.

"Please say something?" He was begging.

I have never seen him beg. Fred never needed to beg, people would always just do what he wanted. I was lost in my thoughts, but still I noticed Fred slowly moving in. I hadn't even made up my mind yet. Then he was close. Our lips brushed, however he didn't make a move to press them together, but waited.

It's now or never.

I brought our lips together and he instantly responded. His lips were soft and moved against mine slowly. Then he nipped my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to protest, but he slipped his tongue in. He has shifted so he was now sitting with his legs crossed and he had moved my legs around him. I raked through his hair and pulled lightly down as his lips traveled from mine along my jaw and to my neck. His hands wandered up from my legs to my waist, pulling me closer to him. A small moan escaped my lips as he sucked lightly on my skin. I could feel his smile and the heat rise to my cheeks. My hand clamped over my mouth.

"S-sorry, it was just-" I started to say.

Fred peeled off my hand and planted a kiss. "Don't be." He pulled away and started playing with my hair. "Though we should probably go to bed before this goes too far."

"That seems contradictory…" I thought out loud.

"Hm, but you seriously don't want to go to bed in jeans do you?"

"I don't mind."

"Okay, so I don't want you to wear jeans to bed. You can borrow one of my shirts." He shifted me in his lap and picked me up with my arms around his neck and my legs over one of his arms, the other supporting my back.

I started to change, by pulling the jacket over my head while he got the shirt, but he stopped me. This time he pulled my shirt and tank top off and his eye roamed my body. I tried to cross my arms to cover me, but he took them away.

"Please don't, you're beautiful." He started to take off my jeans.

Admittedly, I had worn my favorite set of underwear because I dreamed that something like this might happen. Well, not exactly like this, but in a way. I still felt uncomfortable being so bare in front of him. How could he just stand there in his boxers and feel so okay with it? Then again, he said it himself; he has been with other girls. He was used to it. It was a relief when he pulled the t-shirt over my head. It swamped me and was more like a short dress then a shirt on me. Just as I was about to walk away, Fred scooped me up in his arms.

"You know I have legs right?" I teased as he laid me down on the bed and pulled the covers over me.

"But we need to preserve them. They are so beautiful." He made his way to his side and crawled in.

"You don't need to keep complimenting me." I said feeling him assume the same position we had before I confessed that I loved him, except this time I could fully relax in his arms and not feel idiotic.

"Fine then I will never tell you how soft your skin is, or how perfect you hair is or how I can always get lost in your clear, shining eyes." I heard him mock.

I smiled, I knew he wasn't mocking me, but how cheesy couples could be. I hard heard those exact phrases in the halls of Hogwarts everyday and each time the "complimentee" would always fall for it and believe it was "the nicest thing they've ever heard" or "proof that he/she loves me", even though it wasn't special. Obviously Fred had the same experience, but he was on the giving end sometimes.

"What? You don't want to marry me right now because of how original and caring I'm being? It took me just a walk down the hallway to come up with all of that." I rolled my eyes. This was him again.

"Oh Freddie dear." I joined in the mocking. "The way your hair falls in your eyes, makes me fall under your spell. When you're next to me, the world is fuzzy and unclear, but you're in complete focus. What would I ever do without you?"

"You would've never had your official first kiss." He answered honestly.

"Huh, that was pretty official." I mumbled.

"Most girls would die to kiss me-"

"Don't get too cocky now." I joked.

"Back to my point." He said with more force. "Most girls would die to kiss me or kill to have my love or…do something bad to be in my arms, and you're laying there taking it for granted."

"Who says I'm taking it for granted?" I questioned and he grew irritated, though that didn't seemed like the right word. He was almost frustrated and sad and…broken.

"'That was pretty official.'" He repeated. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you're being insecure right now. Besides, I may not show everything on the outside because then it would turn into those mush couple moments that are too good to be true and honestly only happen in books and TV shows and movies and…and, um, fan fiction."

"I see now. You're upset I had a better confession than you. Is that right?"

"Not true!" I protested. "Can't we just go to bed?"

"Not until you admit I had the better confession." He said smugly.

"Oh really then what's going to stop me from falling asleep?" I got him now.

"Me."

In a swift motion, he pushed me flat against the mattress and climbed on top of me. He grabbed both my hands and held them above my head so I couldn't do anything. I did struggle though, but that didn't work.

"You know, if I don't want to do it, it could be considered rape." I stated.

"You know that doesn't matter because." He came closer his lips barely touching mine. "You want to." He kissed me hard, but I tried to kiss back he removed his lips and placed them by my ear. "Just admit it and you can have wonderful dreams about us in a hotel room… No? Your choice."

Then he kissed behind my ear. I wanted to reach up and pull him closer so I could melt into him. He gave a silent chuckle as I fought from being pinned down. He wasn't going to torture me like this.

"Someone has a sweet spot, doesn't she?" He teased.

"I swear if you don't let go of me I will-"

"What?" He asked, now lying completely on top of my body. I was unable to move. "Were you going to try and threaten your way out? No, no, no, that's not the way you treat the person you love. Let me just hear it."

I muttered it under my breath hoping it was good enough for him. I can't believe he's making me do this. It's embarrassing.

"I didn't hear you, can you say it again?"

"You had the better confession, okay?" I huffed.

It wasn't funny or cute any more; it had turned annoying. If he were embarrassed to do something, I wouldn't make him do it. Luckily, Fred noticed so he crawled off me to lay flat on the mattress, and pulled me so my head rested on his firm chest.

"Sorry." He said. "I didn't want to make you mad."

I let out a sigh. "It's okay. I get it."

"So you still want us to be together right?" He asked.

I looked up at him. I have never seen him so sad and uneasy in the time I've known him. I smiled. "No, I will hate you forever because you did one thing wrong."

I felt his hand lift from my shoulder. He knows how to dish it, but he can't take it. I grabbed his hand before it got too far away and returned it to its spot.

"Of course I want to be with you dummy. It's not like I'm going to throw away all my feelings just because of some little thing." I laid a hand on his chest just to feel more of him.

He held me hand and kissed me on the top of my head. "You know it's 3 AM and we have to leave at 7?"

"That's okay. I'll drive tomorrow and you can sleep in the car." I reassured him. "Good night."

"Good night."

Okay so a little different...Authors note at the end, but yeah, changing it up. So I wrapped up from the last chapter...what do you think? I love getting reviews and being able to improve on my writing. I have 2 major things: one involves Auden and the other involves uploads. First, Auden's character. So I have gotten a few reviews about Auden's "perfect magic" and now that I reread the chapters that mention it I realize that it does seem like she's overly special. She does have to be special because she got accepted into Hogwarts all the way in the UK when she could've just gone to the one in the US. However, I didn't make it as obvious as I would like: Auden sucks at magic. Like she has potential and stuff, but she sucks. I will try to make that more obvious in the future so please forgive me if there are any inconsistances. Anyway, I will try to fix that.

Next, upload. I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon and I won't be taking a computer. So I will try and upload tomorrow, but I won't be able to upload my normal Saturday time until Monday afternoon. Coming up is Day 2 of the Scavenger Hunt, New Years Eve, and...Valentines day...:).

Thanks for reading. Please review and if you like it favorite. I'll most likely upload tomorrow morning. I hope you had a wonderful Wednesday.