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Fred paced outside the dungeons waiting for you whilst you packed away your potion textbooks.
"I'd hurry up if I were you Miss Y/L/N, I don't want that troublemaker boyfriend of yours hanging around outside for another minute." Snape hissed at you.
You sighed and pushed the hair out of your face, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "I'm not responsible for his behaviour, professor." You hissed back, causing your house to lose more points.
Finally leaving the cold, dark and gloomy dungeon, your gaze met Fred's – his eyes full of anger – which was very unlike him up until recently.
Fred started to become more irritable around you, around George, and his outbursts could be scary at times – you could not understand what had caused his sudden change in behaviour, George couldn't either and you found yourself making things worse by trying to help.
Fred grabbed a hold of your wrist and dragged you away from the dungeons.
"Fred, what are you-" you tried to break away from his grip "let go okay? I'll follow you, alright!"
Tightening his grip around your wrist he dragged you up the stairs, practically yelled the password at the fat lady and stormed through the portrait hole. George was already in the common room sitting on the sofa, messing with his wand. You flashed him and looked, and you began to feel uneasy.
Freeing yourself from Fred you sat next to George, your heart racing and you started to shake.
"Are you two going to own up now, or what?" Fred glared, pacing around in front of you.
Almost taking a double-take, you and George exchanged another glance, what is he on about?
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with me Georgie, everyone's been talking about the two of you, just own up!"
Squeezing your eyes shut at the sharpness of Fred's shouting, you put your head in your hands and your knees began to bounce.
"Fred, please. We honestly have no idea what's wrong – just tell us so we can help." Your voice croaked, tears streaming down your face and into your hands.
George placed his arm around you, whispering to you, telling you not to cry.
"You can't even look me in the eye mate, I thought you of all people would be honest and tell me the truth," Fred shouted again; his hands clenched in fists.
George stood up and stared down at his brother "how many times do we have to tell you, Freddie, that we don't have a clue what you're on about!"
Fred let out a laugh and shook his head, pacing more.
"Of course, you don't, not when it catches up to you." Fred paused.
You looked up and you were met with beaming eyes, full of fire – you wanted the ground to open so it could swallow you whole.
"I fucking loved you" Fred spat at you "you're a fucking cheat and a liar." He glared at you and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
The common room fell silent upon Fred's exit, you and George were speechless for a moment trying to figure out what just happened.
"a cheat and a liar" you whispered to yourself, shaking your head "I've never-"
George walked over to you, sitting back down on the sofa. He put his arm back around you and rubbed your arm.
"he's accusing the two of us." George sighed.
"But we've never-"
Ron walked through into the room before the two of you could work out this complicated puzzle, Ron appeared to have quite an amusing look on his face.
"Serves you right, rotten git." He muttered, realising he was not alone Ron looked up and spotted you and George on the sofa.
"What're you smiling at?" George questioned his younger brother, staring at him.
Ron noticed the tear stains on your cheeks and the distressed look on both of your faces, realising the damage he had done.
"oh, bloody hell." Ron whined, walking over to the two of you "I was only getting back at him, I didn't think the plonker would take it seriously."
You stared at Ron, searching his eyes. "Take what seriously? Do you have any idea how horrid he's been? What he's just said to us?"
George stood up and grabbed his little brother by the collar "what did you do you, little twerp?"
Ron's voice started to shake "I-I lied, told Fred I saw you both k-kissing in the library, I didn't know h-he would take it seriously, I was just getting b-back at him. I'm so bloody sorry."
George let go of Ron's collar, the two of you feeling enraged but also relieved.
"You are fucking a twat" you stood up, walking over to Ron. "You're going to find Fred and you're going to explain everything."
Ron shook his head "but he'll batter me, you know that!"
"and I'll batter you if you don't do it." George snapped.
Ron looked bewildered and sighed, giving in but only if George would go with him knowing he would be able to hold Fred off if he tried to swing at him.
"You coming along?" George asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.
You shook your head "I'm going to have an early night."
Getting into bed you shank into the mattress and drowned yourself with the covers, hiding underneath them you cried, the thoughts still swimming around your head.
Your boyfriend, well, mostly likely ex-boyfriend believed you to be a cheat and his behaviour throughout the past few weeks finally caught up and took hold of you, you felt nauseated and worn out.
"Y/N, love." A whisper in your ear "Darling, please wake up."
Slowly opening your eyes, you pulled the covers back, uncovering your face. Sitting up slowly, you rubbed your eyes and adjusted to the light of the room, looking at the person who woke you up.
Fred with a sorry expression on his face, sat on the bed next to you, holding a rose in his hand.
You stared at him, not saying a word as you didn't want to cry more than you already had.
"I'm really sorry Y/N, the little sod told me the truth." Fred croaked.
You nodded slowly, your sad, dull eyes mixing with his.
Feeling more awake and familiar with your surroundings, you took Fred's hand in your own.
Fred placed the rose on your bedside table and kissed your hand.
"I'm so sorry my love."
"I forgive you but" you paused "you can't treat me and George like that, you should've believed us."
Fred nodded his head "I know, I'm sorry - it'll never happen again. I just got so scared and I didn't want to believe it at first but I got paranoid."
"You need to trust me, your brother George, you need to trust us."
You placed your hand against Fred's cheek and rubbed it with your thumb, he leaned in and placed a kiss on your nose.
"You also need to stop waiting outside of Potions for me, Snape has it in for you."
The two of you burst out into laughter, Fred planting kisses all over you to make up for what he had done.
In the morning over breakfast, you spotted Ron sporting a black eye, you felt bad but you couldn't contain your laughter – Fred and George laughed too.
"Serves you right, rotten git" George commented, his mouth full of toast.