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"You'd think you were being served for breakfast with the way he looks at you" George muttered, taking a bite out of his toast.
You sighed and looked down the table, the familiar 7th year kept staring at you, breaking out into a smile when you met his gaze, waving at you.
Turning back around you shook your head and took a sip of your juice, trying your best to ignore his eyes burning into the side of your face.
Placing the goblet back on the table you wiped the corner of your mouth with your sleeve "he's been hitting on me each time he walks past, winking at me and that"
"who is he anyway?" George asked "bloody weirdo" he flicked through the paper trying to find funny jokes or word about his upcoming business.
"Evan" you muttered "moved here a year or so ago"
George looked over to the lad and glared at him "I'll spike his drink with some pastilles-"
"spike who with what, Georgie?" Fred butted in, waltzing towards the table.
You quickly shot George a look, similar to the one he gave to Evan down the table, you shook your head at him. Sitting down, Fred placed his arm around you and pulled you close to him.
"Morning love," he said softly, kissing your head.
You felt safer now that Fred arrived, you were hoping that deep down inside Evan would see Fred's affection and be put off you - going after someone else who was available.
"Professor Snape" George replied, faking a grin.
Fred quickly stuffed his face, being late for breakfast he only had five or so minutes until first class.
"What's he done this time?" Fred asked, mouth full of cereal.
"Oh, nothing yet" you replied, "we'll see what exam results I get first."
You and Fred walked out of the dungeons, each of you balling your test results in your fists, crumpling the paper into a ball, your free hands laced together.
"He's getting more than puking pastilles after this bloody result" Fred hissed "mum's gonna go mental."
You opened your mouth to say something until Evan and his group of friends walked past, you didn't ignore him fast enough and accidentally caught his gaze, Evan waved at you and winked - pushing past in front of you.
"Love your hair, beautiful." He called out.
You put your head down and stared at your shoes, continuing to walk to your next class, hoping Fred was too angry to notice.
"What was that about?" Fred stopped in his tracks, pulling you back beside him "Y/N?"
"I don't know" you replied, feeling your pulse elevate "I've never seen him before"
Fred looked behind him, Evan and his group of friends disappearing into the halls, he placed his arm back around you and walked with you down the corridor.
"Has he been bothering you, love?" Fred asked, concern ringing in his voice.
You wanted to tell the truth, to have your boyfriend be your knight in shining armour - but at the same time, you wanted to handle things yourself, you didn't want to be shielded or put more pressure on him.
Staying silent for a moment, you chewed on your lip and lied "no, I don't know him - he's probably got me confused with someone else."
Fred let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, the two of you now meeting up with George.
"you? mixed up with someone else? impossible, you're that gorgeous you stick out like Harry's scar" Fred kissed your head again, turning to George "ready for Quidditch then?"
George nodded "will you be coming to watch, Y/N?"
Evan walked past again, kitted out in his Quidditch gear and shooting daggers at your boyfriend.
"What is his problem?" Fred muttered.
"He's on your team?" you mouthed to George, his face dropping.
George shrugged "I didn't know! He's probably standing in for someone else..." he mouthed back.
Fred continued to stare at the back of Evan's head, gripping his wand in his pocket. You pulled at his arm, hugging him before taking off to your last class.
No matter how much you tried, you couldn't focus on anything that spewed out of Trelawney's mouth, you say at the back of her class with your head in your hands - just wanting to disappear.
"It's no good lying my dear" Trelawney mumbled, walking over to you "the truth is going to come out before you can stop it!"
You shook your head and bit down on your tongue, forcing an upcoming outburst back down your gullet. Bunching your hands into fists you stood up and stormed out, ignoring the whispers behind you.
Lunch came and went, you couldn't eat, you stared at your plate feeling so anxious the smell of food made you feel nauseous - it didn't help sitting at the table alone, your boyfriend and his brother playing through lunch and into their last class of the day.
You piled up your books and sat in the Gryffindor common room, flicking through each one, trying to memorise something to help the time fly by.
Like you, Fred couldn't concentrate much either. Throughout the entire game, George had to restrain his brother from lashing Evan, whether he was aiming for him on purpose or insulting him as he passed by.
"He's up to something that one" Fred glared, wiping the mud off his shirt.
Evan and his friends walked off the pitch, laughing and talking amongst themselves while they went to get freshened up and dressed; Fred and George following not too far behind.
"He isn't worth it, Freddie, Y/N says—"
Fred turned to face his brother "She knows him? So he's been bothering her for a long time?"
George sighed and scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. Realising he let slip of something you were trying so hard to hide would cause so much trouble - but he couldn't lie to his twin, even if he tried it would be obvious.
"Yeah, she told me this morning" George replied quietly "not sure how long for but he's really into her."
Fred started to storm towards Evan, his expression filled with fury. George grabbed the back of his brother's shirt and pulled him back, holding him to the side.
"Don't start this, Freddie." He warned him "I know you're pissed but we've got two months left here, we cannot get expelled, especially because this involves Y/N - the outcome of her future is determined here."
Fred gritted his teeth and nodded, he couldn't utter a word - afraid he would lash out. He and his brother walked back inside, getting freshened up for the evening.
Hearing the door slam, you turned around to see Evan enter the now crowded common room, you turned back around and slumped in your chair, burying your head in your book so he couldn't see you.
Behind him came another slam but this time your heart finally calmed down upon hearing the sound of your boyfriend's voice, chatting with his brother, making their way over to you.
"Feeling like a bookworm today?" Your boyfriend called out, standing next to you.
You smiled slightly and closed your book, placing it back into your back that sat beside your feet on the floor.
"Just revising the odd bit or two" you replied, staying sat down, looking into your boyfriend's gorgeous eyes.
Fred stared back into your eyes, staying quiet for a moment, appearing to be in deep thought.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, taking hold of your hand.
You looked over at George, he mouthed an apology and walked away - most likely to avoid a brewing argument or a scold from you.
"I thought I could handle it, I didn't want you to go causing any trouble-"
Fred sighed, encouraging you to stand up.
"You're my girlfriend, Y/N, I want to protect you when you need it."
You chewed on your lip and nodded, Evan in the background talking to his friends, flicking through the newspaper.
Fred looked over his shoulder and spotted him, an idea flashing in his head like a lightbulb. If he couldn't approach Evan and sort him out with his fists or burn him out with his words, he would have to show him you were untouchable in another way.
Fred pulled you into the middle of the common room, breaking you out of your hiding, out in the open for everyone to see. He sneaked his arms around your waist and kissed your neck, staring at the man across the room, hoping he would finally notice you were unavailable.
Your cheeks started to heat up and prickle, you felt excited yet shy, embarrassed slightly and quite naughty as Fred showed his affections on this level in public. Evan was prodded in the shoulder, his eyes peering away from the newspaper to the sight in front of him.
As Evan made eye contact with your boyfriend, you could feel Fred's smirk graze against the sweet spot on your neck before he planted another kiss, refusing to blink or even look away from the lad in front of him.
Evan swallowed hard, a look of jealousy and disappointment flushing into his features, he stuffed the newspaper into his friend's chest and stormed out of the common room.
"I think he finally got the message, love" Fred whispered softly in your ear.
And he was right, you could finally eat at the table and walk down the halls in peace, Fred occasionally spearing out the odd glare or two at Evan when given the chance.