Antipode: a direct or exact opposite
March 11, 2020
The Head Girl was crying. Molly Audrey Weasley sat at the top of a staircase no one ever came up, face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking. Undignified sobs echoed off the stone walls and several times she sniffled and wiped her nose with her knuckles. But she didn't worry about anyone hearing her or stumbling across her. No one ever came up here, and no one would be looking for her. After all, she had just completely alienated maybe the only friend she had ever really had.
He was Head Boy, she was Head Girl. Had it been so crazy to think that maybe there was something there? Probably. Just because a guy tries to make you laugh and says he doesn't mind having corridor patrol with you doesn't mean he's madly in love with you. It doesn't even mean he wants to kiss you. And even though it was probably the very last thing she ever wanted to do, Molly was miserable enough to admit that Dominique probably could have told her as much if she'd been able to humble herself enough to ask her cousin for advice.
"Molly?"
She had been so convinced that no one would ever look for her – and even if they found her, run the other direction for fear of awkwardness or detention – that the voice made her jump out of her skin. But that surprise was nothing to the shock of seeing who it belonged to.
Fred climbed the staircase, hands in his pockets and looking like he really didn't know what on earth he was doing here. But he sat down beside her (and stared at the floor) anyway. She gaped at him.
Of all of her cousins, Fred was the one she fought with the most. Molly was different from her entire family – except her father – but Fred was her complete opposite. She was seventeen and acted thirty. He was fifteen and acted five sometimes. She was studious, he was anything but. She was stubborn, he was easy-going. She had a fuse so short most people couldn't see it, Molly didn't know if she'd ever really seen Fred lose it. She was deadly serious, he was bursting with humor. She followed the rules, he went out of his way to avoid them.
They were like oil and water. But that's the funny thing about family; blood's thicker than both.
So it was Fred – the one who pulled her hair and put dung bombs in her trunk and went out of his way to tease her – who put his arm around her shoulders and let her cry a while on his.
A/N: My very second attempt at writing Molly outside of my 'Discovery' series. I have big plans for her there, but haven't gotten around to writing very much of the rest of the Weasley cousins in my fics here. The Potter siblings just suck my attention. But anyway, there's a peak at my versions of Fred and Molly. This is kind of a landmark moment in their cousinly relationship. Hope you liked it! :)