Chapter 7
||There's so many obstacles in this thing we call love||
The question Fred had asked me lingered in my mind as I waited for the owl post Sunday morning, my best friend Adrian hasn’t talked to me ever since the Amortentia lesson, it’s truly upsetting me.
Was I falling in love with Fred? I mean when he had asked me I wanted to say a definite yes but instead I had turned on my heel leaving him in the middle of the hallway.
A letter dropped to me from up above, my letter engraved in the envelope so beautifully, when I flipped it over I saw that it was stamped with the Puddlemere united team’s logo.
This has to be from Oliver, who else would it be from, I hadn’t heard from him in months, so of course immediately I excused myself from the table and hurried out of the Great hall and into the corridor outside of it.
Tearing open the letter I smiled to myself at his familiar handwriting, the messy, hurried scrawl that somehow was so endearing.
“He’s coming to Hogsmeade next week,” I whispered.
“Who’s coming to Hogsmeade,” a rather loud voice startled me. Fred stood there looking at me with a curious expression on his face.
“Nobody,” I shoved my letter into my pocket and smiled. “But, I’m going to have to cancel our date for this Hogsmeade trip.”
“For nobody?” He raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah…” I admitted.
“It’s alright love,” He smiled and kissed my cheek softly.
I smiled at him, and within that moment I knew that I had to tell him my answer: “Fred, remember when you asked me the other night if I was falling in love with you?”
His breath hitched and his face fell a dozen stories, like he didn’t want the answer yet I was going to speak it.
“Yeah…” He murmured.
“I think that I am,” I smiled.
His face fell a dozen more times, and I felt so conflicted and confused, why would he be upset? What is the point in telling him the answer to his question if he didn’t want it in the first place?
“I think I’m falling for you too,” He whispered desperately, as quietly as he could manage.
Fred P.O.V
I had admitted to Y/N my feelings.
That I was falling for her.
Why did I make this bloody bet?
For thirty galleons?
Was it worth it?
Even if it got George and I one step closer to having our own joke shop, was it really worth it? She was going to hate me if she finds out and I don't know if I can deal with that.
We’ve been at this game for around three months but everytime someone brings up the fact that its all because of a bet I want to avada kedavra myself.
Even if she had canceled our date for today I still wanted to go to Hogsmeade to clear my head, now as I walked in the late January air I kept my head down with my hat pulled down hoping that I don’t draw too much attention, George was out by the shrieking shack with some of our friends I had asked him to meet near there.
I see him now throwing snowballs towards Lee Jordan and Ron, it seemed as though perhaps Hermione was somewhere else today but I didn’t bother to ask as I joined them.
“Freddie!” George clapped my back grinning.
“Hey,” I said back.
“Why so glum?” He asked me tauntingly, sometimes my twin didn’t realize when to quit joking but honestly I sometimes didn’t either.
“No reason, you guys ready to head to Zonkos,” I asked, quickly changing the subject. George's face fell as though he realized that there was something actually wrong.
We were walking along the cobblestone path that was Hogsmeade main street when we were stopped by a loud Scottish voice from behind us.
“Oi! Twins!” George and I turned to see Oliver Wood standing there holding a bouquet of flowers, snowdrops to be exact, how I knew that? Because Mum would make us plant them before each spring when the snow was just barely about to go away.
“Wow Oliver, I didn’t realize you missed us that much but the flowers aren’t necessary,” George joked as he hugged Wood, Lee gave him a quick side hug as well and when he got to me I was rather reluctant to hug or greet him.
“Hey Wood,” I said shortly.
“Fred,” He nodded almost as if he didn’t realize my tone of voice.
“What’re you here for?” George asked.
“I’m staying in Hogsmeade for a while, I had agreed to go see a friend of mine but maybe later we can catch up maybe tomorrow?” Oliver suggested his Scottish accent thickening with excitement.
At this moment I realized who ‘Nobody’ was. Y/N was going to see Oliver…
And she was hiding it from me.
“Yeah that sounds fun,” George acknowledged since I didn’t. “How about nine?”
Oliver nodded and turned to look around us, I followed his eyes and saw an unmistakable h/c head walk into The Three Broomsticks and Oliver grinned at us patting George on the back before running towards the three broomsticks, flowers in his hand.
“He’s meeting your girlfriend, you realize that if she meets him again she might fall in love with him right?” George said as we continued walking.
“No, she smelt me in her Amortentia-”
“But she clearly also smelt Oliver, you never wax your broom and you hate cinnamon alright,” George said, coming to a stop in front of me. “You smelt her in your amortentia didn’t you? The same as Pucey?”
I never told him that but I assumed that the similarity between Pucey and I’s amortentia would have given it away.
“Yeah…” I whispered.
“Bloody hell, you need to shake her out of your head Freddie, it's just a game!” George exclaimed.
Just a game.
That's all it was…