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They snuck in rather quickly, and Draco was on high alert the entire time. Fred noticed his tension and couldn't help but tease him again.
"Don't worry, Malfoy. The kitchen elves aren't lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on you. They're just making lunch. Relax a bit." He chuckled softly, casually browsing a cabinet for some snacks.
“I don’t know how to relax.” Draco spat quietly. “I’ll relax when I’m dead.”
Fred paused mid-reach for a snack, turning to give Draco a pointed look. "You know, Malfoy, being so high-strung all the time can't be good for you. You need to learn to loosen up a bit. Have some fun. Life's too short to be so grumpy all the time."
He went back to looking for a snack, pulling out a small bag of potato crisps.
"Want some?”
Draco glared at the bag and looked elsewhere. “Nah.”
Fred shrugged, opening the bag and popping a few crisps into his mouth.
"Suit yourself. More for me, then." He munched on the crisps as he looked around the kitchen, his gaze falling on a tray of freshly baked cookies.
"Hey, look at that. The elves made some fresh cookies. You sure you don't want one? They're chocolate chip."
Draco huffed. The cookies smelled delicious, but he knew he couldn’t have one without consequence.
“I’ll pass.” He grumbled.
Fred shrugged again, snagging a cookie and taking a big bite out of it. He gave Draco a teasing look as he chewed. "Your loss, Malfoy. These cookies are delicious."
He grabbed another cookie, holding it out towards Draco. "Are you sure you don't want one? You're missing out. One bite won't hurt. Promise. Or is a simple cookie too much for the refined palette of Draco Malfoy?"
The blonde clenched his jaw before smacking Fred’s hand away. “I said no .”
Fred chuckled softly, not backing down from his playful teasing. He took another bite of his cookie, chewing thoughtfully.
"Oh, Malfoy, don't tell me a simple cookie is too much for you to handle. And here I thought you were all about pushing boundaries and challenging authority. Don't tell me you've suddenly become the model wizard when it comes to baked goods."
“That’s not-“ Draco went to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. I just don’t want any.” He sighed.
Fred raised an eyebrow, giving Draco a smirk. "Oh, so it's not because you're afraid of a cookie? Then why not take one? Is it too decadent for your taste? Or are you simply denying yourself on principle?"
He took another bite of his cookie, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “I promise, this cookie won't turn you into a monster. It's just a snack, Malfoy. Lighten up a bit."
“It’s going to hurt me .” Draco spat, taking a small step away from the sweets.
Fred's smirk faded somewhat at the hint of genuine concern in Draco's voice. He paused, setting down the half-eaten cookie and studying Draco with a more sober expression.
"What do you mean, hurt you?" He asked, his voice losing its playful edge.
Draco let out a small, weak huff. Once again, he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut about his own personal problems.
“I can’t handle sweets.” He stated with a shrug. “They like, make me vomit or whatever…”
A flicker of surprise flashed across Fred's face, but he quickly regained his composure. Concern tugged at his brow as he listened to Draco's explanation.
"Wait, you can't handle sweets at all? That must be tough."
He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "So, no candy, chocolate, pastries, nothing sweet?"
Draco shook his head. “Nope.” He muttered out. “I was always jealous of those kids who got to have fun in candy shops.”
Fred frowned in sympathy, shaking his head in disbelief. “That sucks, Malfoy. No Wonder you're such a sourpuss. If I couldn't have sweets, I'd be a grumpy bastard too."
He mused for a moment, an idea forming in his mind. "But that doesn't mean you can't have any desserts at all. Have you ever heard of sugar-free treats? They use alternative sweeteners instead of sugar. You can enjoy the taste without the negative effects."
“Well, yeah. But it’s hard to come by around here.. with all of that fattening food.” Draco huffed.
Fred tapped his chin thoughtfully, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Well, there's an idea..." He began, a scheming gleam in his eyes. "What if I made some sugar-free treats for you? Y'know, just some little snacks here and there to help with your sweet tooth. Nothing big or extravagant. Maybe we can even create new recipes together, you and me."
Draco blinked. “…You’d do that for me?” He murmured, as if not believing the taller boy’s words.
Fred's mischievous grin softened into a tender smile, his eyes gleaming with sincerity.
"Of course, Malfoy. We're partners, aren't we? We look out for each other. And if that means making some delicious, sugar-free treats for my grouchy friend, then that's what I'll do. We'll figure this out, and make sure you can enjoy sweets without any unpleasant side effects."
“ P-Partners..? ” The blonde repeated under his breath.
Fred raised an eyebrow, a bemused expression on his face. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush.
"Well, that's what we are, isn't it?" he said, his tone playfully teasing. "Partners in crime, partners in mischief, partners in this madcap adventure we're on. If we're risking getting attacked by raccoons and enduring your dreadful Apparating skills together, that makes us partners in my book."
“…Oh.” Draco blinked, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ohhh.”
Ah, so THAT kind of partners…
“Hey! Chonk would never hurt us!” Draco whined.
Fred let out a hearty laugh, thoroughly amused by Draco's defensive reaction. He couldn't help but find the blonde's protectiveness over the raccoon endearing.
"Ah, so now you're defending the little guy, are you? Maybe you have a softer side after all, Malfoy." He flashed a cheeky grin, teasingly nudging Draco's shoulder.
“I do not .” Draco scoffed loudly. “I just.. care, sometimes.”
Fred rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk on his face.
"Oh, so caring just 'sometimes' counts as having a softer side, eh? That definitely sounds like something a softie would say, Malfoy." He winked teasingly, still amused by the conversation. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I promise not to tell anyone that there's a heart underneath all that snark and bluster."
“I need a heart, idiot. Everyone does.” Draco grumbled. “Otherwise, how would one live? They would live miserable.”
Fred's eyes widened in mock surprise, clearly enjoying their banter.
"Malfoy, look at you, getting all philosophical on me." He teased, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. "Never thought I'd see the day where you'd discuss the importance of hearts and living happily. But you're right. Everyone needs a heart, even you, Malfoy. Even grumpy gits like you deserve kindness and happiness in life."
“Gee, thanks.” Draco rolled his eyes.
Fred chuckled softly, leaning against the counter with a playful smile. "Hey, I'm just trying to encourage your inner softie, Malfoy. Can't have you running around with a heart of stone forever. Who knows, maybe one day you'll even develop a sense of humor. Stranger things have happened."
“Ugh, I already am being soft.” Draco frowned. “I’m talking to you , aren’t I?”
Fred feigned a shocked expression, clasping his hand against his chest. "Oh wow, Malfoy! If this is your version of being soft, then I can't wait to see you at your most tender, cuddly, and squishy."
He rolled his eyes affectionately, a wicked grin playing at his lips. “Looks like I might have a bigger influence on you than I thought."
“One day I’m going to actually kill you.” Draco deadpanned.
Fred laughed heartily, not taking Draco's threat seriously at all. "Promises, promises, Malfoy. You say that all the time, yet here we are, still alive and kicking. Sounds to me like you're all bark and no bite."
He playfully smacked Draco's arm, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Admit it, Malfoy. You love me too much to kill me."
“Yeah? And you love me too much to leave me alone.” Draco shot back.
Fred raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. He took a small step closer to Draco, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Is that what you think, Malfoy? You think I stick around because I can't bear to be without you?" He chuckled softly, a teasing twinkle in his eyes. “How romantic of you. But you might be onto something. Maybe I am just hopelessly besotted with your grumpy charms."
“Wouldn’t be surprised.” Draco smirked as he continued to lean up against the counter.
Fred smirked back at Draco, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. He feigned a dramatic sigh, shaking his head in exaggerated resignation.
"Oh, Malfoy, you're right. Why do I bother denying it? Your grumpy demeanour and constant whining have completely ensnared my heart. I'm utterly helpless to resist your charms."
He gave a theatrical flourish, gesturing dramatically. “There. Satisfied, you grumpy git?"
“…I guess?” Draco narrowed his eyes.
Fred grinned, unable to resist teasing Draco further. “Aw, come on, Malfoy. That's not the enthusiastic response I was hoping for. I just confessed my love for your grumpy self, and all I get is a 'I guess'? Where's that renowned Malfoy charm I hear so much about?"
“The only charm I have left in me is in my pants.” Draco mumbled.
Fred raised an eyebrow, a devious gleam in his eyes. He took another step closer, closing the distance between them.
"Oh, is that right, Malfoy? Well then, I must say, I'm intrigued. You know how I love a good charm. Perhaps you'd care to show me this 'charm' of yours in action?"
He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “If you're willing to share, of course."
“Wha- NO! It was a joke! I wasn’t going to show you my junk.” Draco whined, cringing a bit.
Fred burst out laughing at Draco's response, clearly enjoying their banter. He patted him on the shoulder, still grinning widely. “Oh, Malfoy, you're too easy to tease. Don't worry, I won't ask to see your little friend downstairs."
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, still amused by the situation. “But it's good to know you at least have a sense of humor, even if it's a bit lewd."
“It’s not little .” Draco spat, his shoulders tensing in place.
Fred smirked, enjoying the way Draco's feathers were being ruffled. He couldn't help but poke some more fun at the blonde. "Oh, really? Is that so? My apologies, Malfoy."
He pretended to mull over his words, thinking hard. “Then what would you consider it? Tiny? Teeny?” He chuckled softly, enjoying the way Draco's cheeks pinked. “Or maybe something more fitting, like... petite?"
Draco smacked Fred over the head with his palm. “SHUSH!”
Fred yelped dramatically, feigning injury as he stumbled theatrically. He clutched his head as if wounded, groaning loudly.
"Oh, you've done it now, Malfoy. You've gone and hurt the brain that harbors my sharp and witty retorts." He cracked an eye open, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But I suppose I deserve it, for so thoroughly getting under your skin, eh?"
“You deserve a lot more than just a whack to the head.” Draco growled as he went to adjust his robe. “But I will spare you, for now.”
Fred grinned, unfazed by Draco's threat. He knew that deep down, the blonde was harmless (mostly). “How gracious of you to spare my life, Malfoy. Such mercy." He chuckled softly, leaning back against the counter with a playful smirk. “But don't count on that mercy lasting forever. After all, teasing you is far too fun to stop anytime soon."
Malfoy’s eye twitches.
“You know Fred, for someone who’s always being playful and fun and laughable, you sure don’t know when to leave your biggest crushes alone, now do you?” The blonde took a step forward, completely unsure of his own words, but he wanted to have the higher ground.. just this once.
“I bet you couldn’t last a day without talking to me, or even glancing my way for that matter! Why? Because. Your. Obsessed.” The blonde whispered, getting right up in the ginger’s face.
“And quite frankly? It’s pathetic.”
Fred's eyes widened in surprise at Draco's sudden outburst. He was taken aback by the blonde's unexpected declaration, and the closeness of their faces. He felt his face warm slightly, as if Draco's words had hit at some deep secret he'd kept hidden.
He took a small step back, his gaze locked with Draco's.
"Obsessed, you say? That's a very bold assumption," he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.
“Oh yeah? So you think you could go a day without me then?” The blonde glared, not breaking eye contact.
Fred hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He didn't want to admit that Draco held some sort of power over him, but he couldn't deny that the thought of avoiding Draco for an entire day left a strange, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach.
However, his pride wouldn't allow him to give in so easily. He rolled his eyes, feigning indifference. “Of course I could go a day without you, Malfoy. It would be a cakewalk."
Draco narrowed his gaze before slowly nodding. “…So be it then.” He then swiftly turned his body, and headed out of the kitchen without looking back.
Fred stood frozen in the kitchen for a moment, processing what had just happened. Did Malfoy really just issue him a challenge like that? He couldn't help but feel a mixture of disbelief and intrigue.
As Draco walked away, Fred couldn't help but smirk to himself. He knew he had a competitive streak in him, and the thought of proving Malfoy wrong ignited a fire within him.
"Challenge accepted, Malfoy," he muttered under his breath, his mind already racing with ideas of how to make Draco just as obsessed with him.
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Draco found company in the library, and by company he means books. He’d never let anyone know but, he always found himself fascinated with muggle books. They were always so much more interesting to him than anything magic.
He snuck into the room a little after third period, when no one was around. He always went to a specific corner, where he’s kept his stash of books hidden behind a shelf.
He dropped to his knees and carefully pushed the shelf aside, grabbing a book called Alice In Wonderland.
After checking his surroundings once more, he flipped the book open and started reading in total silence, a small smirk on his face.
Fred sat in a corner of the common room with his friends, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. He couldn't help but glance over at the library occasionally, wondering if Draco was holding up his promise of avoiding him.
As the hours passed and Draco remained absent, Fred's confidence in their little challenge grew. He grinned to himself, pleased with how well he was handling the absence.
However, as the evening rolled around, Fred began to feel a bit restless and bored without their usual banter.
His mind began to wander, remembering the library and how Draco spent his free time there. A mischievous idea began to take shape in his mind. What if he gave Draco a little surprise?
Fred excused himself from his friends, making up some excuse about feeling ill. He didn't want them getting too curious about his plan.
Fred quietly made his way to the library, his heart racing with excitement as he tip-toed inside. He crept over to the secluded corner where Draco liked to read. As he peeked around the shelf, he saw the familiar blonde hair of Malfoy immersed in a book.
Draco was lying on his stomach, book in front of him as his eyes scanned through each row of words, completely captivated by the story.
Fred couldn't help but smile at the sight of Draco, engrossed in his book. It was a rare moment of vulnerability and innocence, something that he didn't get to witness often.
He quietly crept over, unable to resist the urge to tease Malfoy a little. "Reading muggle books again, Malfoy? How very unbecoming of you."
Draco nearly jumped out of his own skin.
“AAH! BLOODY HELL, WEASLEY!” The blonde yelled, swatting Fred’s leg with the book. “IDIOT!”
Fred doubled over in laughter, his face red from laughing so hard. He couldn't contain his amusement at Malfoy's reaction.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad! You were engrossed in your little story; I doubt you would've noticed me if I danced a jig right in front of you," he teased, still chuckling.
Draco scowled for a moment before his expression goes to soften. “Hey, wait a minute… it hasn’t even been a day yet!” He suddenly realized. “You couldn’t even wait a day!”
Fred raised an eyebrow at Draco's realization, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Looks like someone's paying attention. I'll admit, I may have jumped the gun a little. But what can I say? I couldn't resist the chance to see that little frown on your face. It's just too tempting." He chuckled softly, knowing he was stirring the pot a bit more.
“Weasley, your pathetic!” Draco exclaimed, standing to his feet quickly. “And today has proven that fact more than ever.”
Fred smirked at Draco, clearly enjoying their banter. “Oh, Malfoy, your insults need a bit more sparkle. 'Pathetic,' really? You can do better than that. After all, I'm not the one caught reading muggle fairytales like a little first year."
A look of hurt flashed through Draco’s expression before he went back to staring down at the book. “It’s not pathetic . It’s nice.” He mumbled.
Fred's teasing expression softened slightly as he witnessed the brief moment of vulnerability. Seeing Draco's hurt expression made him feel a pang of guilt, and his teasing attitude wavered a bit.
"Hey, I'm just teasing, Malfoy. Reading's not pathetic, fairytales or not. It's nice to escape into a different world sometimes. Who wouldn't want to be Alice for a bit, right?"
Draco’s eyes flickered back up at the ginger. “You’ve read it before?”
Fred nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, I have. My mum used to read it to me when I was younger. I've always had a fondness for it, especially the talking animals. I used to lie awake at night wondering if they really did exist."
He chuckled softly, a small smile gracing his lips. “I guess it's a bit silly to think about now, but it gave me hope back then."
A faint smile tugged at Malfoy’s lips as his fingers nervously fidgeted with the book cover. “That’s.. kind of cute actually.” He murmured softly.
Fred's cheeks flushed slightly at Malfoy's compliment, a mix of surprise and flattery washing over him.
"Cute? I'm not sure if that's the word I'd use to describe myself," he said with a small smirk. "But I'll take the compliment, I suppose."
He glanced over at the book in Malfoy's hands, unable to resist teasing him a little more. "So, which part is your favorite? The tea party, or the Queen of Hearts getting chopped in half?"
Draco blinked, his expression turning into one of shock. “She- She WHAT?”
Fred's eyes widened, realizing he'd given away a crucial plot point. “Whoops, was that a spoiler? Sorry, Malfoy. Guess you haven't read that part yet."
He scratched the back of his head, a mix of amusement and guilt in his expression. “But it's definitely a shocking scene. Trust me, it caught me off guard the first time I read it too."
Draco’s shoulders slump ever so slightly as he went back to sitting on the floor. “Ugh… god damn it, Fred.” He grumbled.
Fred raised an eyebrow, surprised at Draco's reaction. He couldn't tell if the blonde was truly disappointed or just playing up his annoyance.
"Hey, come on now, it's just a part of the story. It's still a great book, spoilers and all." He crouched down next to him, attempting to maintain the playful tone. “Don't tell me you're giving up reading 'Alice in Wonderland' just because of one little spoiler."
A sour pout formed on Malfoy’s face as he stared down at the book. “You couldn’t leave me alone for even a day , and now you ruin my fun? You should’ve just stayed gone.” He spat bitterly.
Fred's playful demeanor deflated a bit at Malfoy's harsh words. A tinge of hurt flashed through his expression before it was quickly masked by feigned nonchalance.
"So, that's how it is then? One little slip-up and you want me gone for good? Maybe I shouldn't have come to begin with." His voice held a hint of hurt, but he tried to keep his own bitter tone out of his reply.
“Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have.” Draco mumbled back, his grip on the book tightening.
Fred's expression hardened a little as Draco's words stung a bit. He stood up straighter, his jaw clenching slightly.
"Fine. If that's what you want." He said, his voice tight with anger. “I'll leave you to your muggle books, Malfoy. Have fun reading all alone." Without another word, he began to walk out of the library.
Fred stormed out, his fists clenched at his sides. He was seething with anger and hurt, feeling both frustrated and betrayed by Malfoy's behavior. The way he had been cast aside so easily hurt more than he wanted to admit. He trudged back to the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the strange looks he received from his housemates.
He flopped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow as a mixture of anger and hurt coursed through him. He couldn't believe that he had let Draco get under his skin so easily. He cursed himself silently, feeling foolish for even bothering to go check on the insufferable blonde in the first place. With a groan, he sat up and looked out the window, his thoughts swirling with turmoil.
Ugh… he shouldn’t have just.. left like that. They were both being dicks. And plus, who knows what an angry Malfoy might do alone…
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Meanwhile, Draco ran into some trouble back in the library.
“I knew it. I knew you dabbled in muggle arts!” Goyle exclaimed as he ripped the book right out of Malfoy’s hands.
Draco flinched, his expression scrunching into anger as he tried to grab it back. “Hey! Just because we’re friends, that does NOT mean you can trample on my personal hobbies!” He snarled, simply causing the bigger boy to scoff.
“Whatever will your father say about this, I wonder…” Goyle hummed as he flicked through the pages of the book carelessly.
Draco tensed at the mere thought of any relative of his finding out about what he does without their permission. “Don’t you bloody dare say a word to them!” He shouted, lunging forward to try and grab the book back from the other Slytherin.
The two of them tugged at both sides, like a game of tug of war. Though unfortunately due to his size, Goyle was winning by a margin.
“This is pathetic, Malfoy! This muggle nonsense has got to stop!” Goyle huffed as he yanked the book harder.
“Shut up! Just SHUT UP! Stay out of my life Goyle!” The blonde sneered before he finally decided to swing his fist, directly hitting the bigger man’s jaw.
Goyle stumbled back, letting go of the book as one hand went to grab where Malfoy’s fist landed.
Seething with anger, he pulled out his wand.. pointing it straight at Draco. “You want to know what they’ll do to you.. if they ever find out about this?? Because I’ll show you!” He shouted at the blonde.
Draco’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of the wand, causing him to take a step back. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you bloody dare , Gregory.” His voice came out a shaky and unsure as he went to put his hands up defensively.
“ No , this.. this is the only way you’ll learn. The only way.” Goyle seethed.
And then he swished his wand…
“CRUCIO!”
Suddenly, all Draco felt was pain.
He fell to his knees, his entire body quivering as his arms wrapped around himself. “AHH! AGH!” He screamed, tearing stinging his eyes as the curse itself stung the rest of his body.
It felt all too familiar, yet he could never get used to it.
The door to the library bursts open, and in comes Fred… looking, well, pissed. But that’s an understatement. He looked murderous. ‘Damn.. he just couldn’t stay away, could he?’ Draco thought to himself through a wave of pain.
Fred stormed into the library, his face contorted with rage. His eyes locked onto Goyle, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. He was completely blinded by his anger and concern for Malfoy.
He raised his wand, his grip firm and steady as he pointed it straight at Goyle. " Petrificus Totalus!"
Just a few months ago, he wouldn't have thought twice about using a hex on both of the Slytherin boys. Now, however, his loyalty was now firmly on Malfoy's side.
Draco was still on the ground, withering in pain as he squeezed his arms around himself in a fetal position. He was trying so desperately not to cry, not to show weakness, yet he could barely see bloody anything from all of the tears in his eyes.
Fred took a few quick steps towards Malfoy, kneeling down beside him. His heart ached at the sight of the blonde in pain, torn between wanting to comfort him and wanting to finish off Goyle.
"Malfoy." He muttered softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. His voice was tinged with both concern and anger, not certain of what else to say.
With shaky hands, the blonde went to rub the tears from his eyes after hearing that familiar voice next to him. Wincing, he slowly opened them to stare right at the ginger, who had a shit-ton of different emotions on his face right now.
“M’sorry.” Is all Draco could choke out before his voice broke again.
Seeing the tears and pain in Malfoy's eyes brought a pang to Fred's heart. He softened slightly, his anger temporarily replaced by worry for the boy on the floor.
"Hey, hey, it's going to be okay," he spoke softly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on Malfoy's back. "You don't have to apologize. This isn't your fault." He glanced over at Goyle, frozen in place, and his anger started to flare up again.
“ Hurts… ” Draco hissed out, his breathing erratic as he held onto himself desperately.
Fred's heart ached as he listened to Malfoy wince in pain. The thought of Goyle using the Cruciatus curse on him made his blood boil.
"I know, I know," he nodded softly, keeping his hand gently placed on Malfoy's back. "It'll pass. It'll pass. You just have to hang in there."
He turned his attention back to the paralyzed Goyle, his grip on his wand tightening. His eyes darkened as he raised it. “You're lucky Malfoy's here," he whispered.
The pain was beginning to subside slowly, but it still hurt like hell. Draco went back to lying on his side, hugging himself tightly.
Fred sat on the floor, just beside Malfoy, keeping a firm hand on his shoulder. His gaze never left Goyle, ready to ensure he didn't escape if the paralysis charm were to wear off in the next few minutes.
As the pain started to subside for Malfoy, Fred exhaled a shaky sigh. He couldn't leave the blonde alone after what had just happened. With his free hand, he reached over and held Malfoy's.
Fred smiled softly as he felt Malfoy intertwine their fingers, his thumb gently caressing the back of Malfoy's hand. He remained silent for a moment, before he spoke in a hushed tone. “I'm going to kill him, you know. And when I do, I won't feel even slightly sorry."
He nodded his head in Goyle's direction, his grip on the blonde's hand tightening.
A tiny scoff left Draco’s throat at that, shaking his head weakly. “You’ll be sent to Azkaban immediately if you go through with that.” He murmured, his voice slightly shaky.
Fred glanced over at Malfoy, a slight pout forming on his face at his response. He thought over Malfoy's words for a moment, and with a deep sigh, he dropped his gaze to their interlocked hands.
"You're right.. as always." He mumbled, his thumb still gently rubbing the back of Draco's hand. “But he deserves it. I just... I don't want to lose you again." His gaze softened, the memory of their argument and brief breakup fresh on his mind.
“Honestly? No. I’m sure you want his head on a pike right now, Fred.” Draco sighed, the pain subsiding some more. “But if you’re gone, then who’s going to keep giving me spoilers for books I’m reading?” He questioned as the faintest smirk appeared on his lips.
Fred let out a small scoff, his shoulders shaking with stifled laughter. He looked down at Malfoy and let his gaze soften. It seemed as though Malfoy was already feeling better, which came as a relief to the ginger.
"You're an absolute prat, you know that? I risk going to Azkaban for you and all you're worried about is getting spoiled about some books you're reading."
“Well, I want to say I love you for that, but I’m not sure how to put it into words…” Draco murmured softly, his eyes flickering back up to meet Weasley’s.
Fred's heart skipped a beat as he heard Malfoy's words. He stared down at the blonde for a long moment, his gaze full of a mixture of adoration and worry. He wasn't sure how to respond at first, but then leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Malfoy's head.
"You don't have to say it. Just knowing that I'm your favorite spoiler giver is enough for me."
Draco nearly fainted, but he kept his cool.
“….Okay.” He squeaked out, his face immediately turning a bright shade of pink as he forced himself to look elsewhere.
Fred chuckled softly at how easily flustered Malfoy had become. It was so easy to make him blush, and he couldn't deny that it was adorable to watch.
"You're such a dork," He teased, giving the blonde's hand a gentle squeeze. He looked over at Goyle, who was still paralyzed.
"I'll have to figure out what to do with him," he muttered, his voice holding a dark undertone.
“I’m not sure how much torture this school allows without somebody getting into trouble…” The blonde mumbled, shrugging nonchalantly.
Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze darkening as he looked back at Goyle, who still lay unconscious on the floor. “It's a shame, really. I would love to have him as my personal test subject." he muttered, his voice dripping with venom. He wasn't joking - he wanted Goyle to suffer, and he wanted to be the one to make him hurt.
“Can’t you just.. punch him a few times and be done with it? Reconstruct his face using your fist.” Draco snickered.
Fred couldn't help but laugh a bit at Malfoy's suggestion. It seemed that the blonde was as bloodthirsty as he felt. Fred pondered for a moment, his heart still pounding with anger.
"You know what, Malfoy? You're absolutely right. That is a brilliant plan." He grinned, his eyes dark with malice. He was absolutely certain he could do that. "And the best part is, I won't be breaking any actual school rules by doing it."
“Well-… mostly, yeah.” Draco nodded in agreement. “If you don’t think about it too much.”
"Exactly!" Fred beamed, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. He leaned in slightly, an eager look in his eyes.
"Besides, I'm sure the professors wouldn't mind a couple punches thrown. They're probably dying to do it themselves." He was already feeling better about potentially going down the wrong side of the law. He wouldn't mind getting detention if it meant he got to exact payback on Goyle.
“I sure as shit know a ton of people who have wanted to kick Goyle’s head in for a long while.” Draco giggled, sitting up straighter now.
Fred nodded in agreement, a dark grin spreading across his face. He was more than excited to have an excuse to throw fists.
"It's about damn time someone stood up to him. And who better than the big bad Fred Weasley, eh?" He stood up, cracking his knuckles, his eyes lit up with a fiery enthusiasm.
"So, you want a front row seat to watch as I turn Goyle into a bloody pulp?"
Draco pretended to think about it for a moment, putting a hand to his chin while humming.
“…Absolutely.”
Fred nodded with a satisfied smirk, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “Brilliant. I'll have Goyle waking up from his little snooze feeling like he took a beating from a bloody hippogriff!"
With that, Fred sauntered over to Goyle's unconscious form on the floor, making a mental note of the damage he wanted to inflict. He needed to make sure he hit all of the right spots before Goyle came around.
Fred placed his wand on a nearby desk before he reached down and grabbed Goyle by the front of his shirt, hauling him up into a sitting position. His expression was cold and merciless as he looked down at the boy. With a sharp kick, Goyle began to stir from his unconsciousness.
“ Ahhhh.. ” Goyle groaned, his eyes flickering open.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Fred hauled back and landed a punch square in the middle of Goyle’s face.
“Ooooh!” Draco winced, a smile tugging at his lips the second that first punch came down on his fellow Slytherin.
Goyle’s eyes widened with pain, his nose instantly beginning to bleed from the impact. His entire face would soon be covered in his own blood.
“You bastard…” he spit out, his words barely audible.
Fred didn’t waver for a second. He landed his heel hard onto Goyle’s stomach, winding him again.
Draco felt something strange stir within him, something that he’s never felt around Fred before. Heat was pooling in his lower half as he watched intently as the redhead beat the living shit out of his so-called friend.
Goyle struggled for air, wincing in pure agony as Fred took a pause to admire his work for a moment. His face already looked mangled, bruised and bloodied. However, that didn’t satisfy the redhead.
Suddenly, Fred grabbed Goyle’s hair and forcefully threw him into a nearby bookshelf with a sickening crack.
Goyle groaned in pain as he slid down the bookshelf and came to a rest against the wall. He was already looking near unconscious again after the force that he was hit with. But Fred wasn’t satisfied by the sight.
He reached down and grabbed Goyle by the shoulder, hauling him up and shoving him against the shelf again. Crack!
Goyle slowly stumbled to his feet, gasping in pain as he tried to fight back the tears in his eyes. He looked positively miserable, his face a bruised and bloodied mess, his nose dripping blood down his face and onto his clothes.
Fred chuckled darkly to himself, his expression growing cold as he looked into Goyle’s eyes. “Feeling a bit more awake now, are we?"
Fred stared Goyle down, an intimidating air about him. He took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. “You know, you really are weak. Like, truly awful at everything.”
With that, Fred swung his fist and landed it right in the center of Goyle’s stomach. The boy groaned loudly as the air was forced out of his lungs and he doubled over in pain.
He chuckled darkly as he watched Goyle try to catch his breath. He reached down and grabbed him by the hair again, yanking him up forcibly to look at him. “How sad… You're just a pathetic excuse for a student, aren’t you? You’re nothing more than something I scraped off the bottom of my boot."
He spat in Goyle's face, adding to the mess of blood and drool that already coated his face.
Goyle winced as the saliva landed on his face, the blood and drool only adding to the humiliation.
Fred grinned with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes as he took in the pitiful sight before him. "Is this it? Is this really all you've got?" he sneered, taunting Goyle. He then kicked Goyle violently in the side, sending him reeling against the bookshelf and onto the floor once again.
Goyle groaned from where he now lay on the floor, his face completely bloodied. His nose was dripping blood all over the front of his shirt, his face was bruised, and tears were welling in his eyes.
"Stop! Please…" he moaned out meekly, his voice weak. But Fred wasn’t done yet. He reached down and grabbed Goyle by the hair once more, yanking him up into a sitting position.
Fred held Goyle's head still, his grip unrelenting. He stared into the boy’s eyes, his expression showing no mercy.
"Please? Why should I listen to a pathetic worm like you? You're nothing but a joke. You're not even worth the effort I'm putting into beating you."
He grinned as tears began to well in Goyle’s eyes, his voice growing harsher. “You’re just a little bully who can't handle getting a taste of his own medicine, aren’t you?”
"You’re nothing but a pathetic, weak little worm, and I know even you can see that, can’t you?" Fred taunted, a twisted glint forming in his eyes.
“No! Stop… I— I’m sorry! I’m sorry, alright?” Goyle choked out between tears, his words barely coherent. His face was a bloodied mess, his nose bleeding profusely.
Fred just shook his head, his voice full of contempt. “Your sorry means nothing to me. I'm tired of hearing it."
Fred took a step back, his fists still clenched at his sides as he stared down at the mess on the floor in contempt. He spat on Goyle one last time before turning away from the pathetic display.
“You’re not worth my time anymore. Just leave.”
Goyle stared up at Fred in shock, his face drenched in tears and blood, then scampered off with his tail between his legs.
Draco’s attention finally came back to reality as he swiftly pulled his hand away from where it was slowly lowering itself.
“O-Oh. He’s gone.” He murmured, his voice only slightly cracking.
Fred nodded, his expression still cold and his jaw set. He glanced over at Draco, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Yeah. He’s a coward, isn’t he?” he said with a scoff, shaking his head in disgust.
A few moments of silence passed between them before Fred spoke up again, his eyes now trained on Draco. “How did I look?“
Draco wanted to say hot. But no, he couldn’t take that chance. “You looked like a force not to be reckoned with.” The blonde grinned, giving him a nod of approval.
Fred grinned, a sense of pride washing over him. He couldn’t help but feel a boost to his ego after beating Goyle into submission.
“Thank you. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now.” He said, walking over to Draco. He took a seat next to him, his expression going from fierce to relaxed. He was a bit out of breath from the physical activity.
Draco shifted in place, closing his legs comfortably as he relaxed his shoulders. “You didn’t.. have to do that, you know. He might tell a professor.” He mumbled before giving a small shrug.
Fred just rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back against the bookshelf, shrugging nonchalantly.
"As if any professor would listen to a pathetic slimeball like Goyle. And even if they did, what can they do? I hardly think I'll get a punishment for what I did."
"Besides," he continued, looking over at Draco with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "it was worth it to see the look on Goyle's face when he left, wasn’t it?"
Malfoy thought back for a moment before sighing. “I suppose…” A sly smirk spread across Fred’s face as he watched Draco’s expression. He couldn’t help but enjoy the sight. The boy seemed almost dazed as he thought about the beating he had just witnessed.
Fred leaned a bit closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, admit it. You enjoyed watching me knock the boy down a few pegs.“
Malfoy leaned back a little, away from the other as he clicked his tongue. “I think you’re full of yourself, and that maybe you enjoyed beating him a bit too much.” He answered with a slight eye roll.
Fred chuckled, clearly unphased by the boy's snarky comment. He tilted his head, his smirk growing into a cocky grin.
"You mean to tell me that watching that prick moan in pain while I beat him until he was bleeding everywhere didn't give you just a little bit of joy? You're one tough nut to crack, Malfoy" He said amusedly.
“I think… you’re just a closeted sociopath. Maybe I could study you one day, for scientific purposes.” The blonde murmured as he bent back to pop his waist.
Fred let out a snort of disbelief as Draco’s words. He rolled his eyes again, clearly not taking the comment very seriously.
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy. I’ll have you know I’m perfectly level-headed,” he said with a smirk, crossing his arms. “And I’m definitely not a ‘closeted sociopath’. That’s an insult to the profession.”
He paused for a moment, his smirk growing a bit wider. “But you could study me any time you want… for any purpose.”
That immediately earned him a quick shove to his shoulder, along with a scowl. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.” The blonde huffed.
Fred chuckled at the shove, the smile never leaving his face. He raised an eyebrow at the comment.
“I don’t have a girlfriend because I’m picky. Nothing more, nothing less.” He said with a shrug, feigning nonchalance. “But let’s be honest, it’s not like you have one either.” He teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Because I don’t want one, you git!” Malfoy leered in slight disgust. “I don’t see a need for one.”
Fred raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk still on his face. He chuckled at the blonde's response. “All I’m saying is that I have the option, and you don’t.”
He teased with a cocky tone, leaning back against the bookshelf and crossing his arms. “Unless you’re just embarrassed about a secret lover you’re hiding, hm?”
The blonde’s brows knitted together in confusion, tilting his head slightly. “A what?? ”
Fred laughed aloud at the blonde's confusion, clearly amused by it. He scooted closer to the boy, still grinning widely.
“You heard me, Malfoy. You don’t have a girlfriend, and you seem pretty resistant to admitting you wanta girlfriend. You’re not by chance already seeing somebody in secret are you?” His tone was teasing, as he said the words with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Malfoy’s nose scrunched in slight disgust at the mere thought, not at all amused. “Why does everyone think I have someone?? Bloody hell… it doesn’t make sense.” He shook his head towards the ground slowly.
Fred chuckled at the boy’s reaction, finding his irritation quite amusing. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk still on his face.
“Well, maybe it’s because you never show interest in anyone. You’re always all by yourself, never seen hanging out with any girls. You’ve never even hinted that you were interested in anyone. It’s no wonder everyone thinks you’re seeing someone in secret, you’ve given them plenty of reason to think so.”
“Then that’s their own damn fault for thinking I do have someone! They’re obviously in their own delusional world…” The blonde grumbled as he went to cross his arms.
Fred chuckled again, shaking his head at the boy's stubbornness. He leaned forward, his tone still teasing. “Or, maybe they’re just observant. I mean, c’mon, Malfoy. You can’t blame them for thinking you’re hiding something when you refuse to even entertain the idea of being with someone.“
“People need to stop butting into my life!” Malfoy snapped. “It’s rude and disrespectful. Why would I tell them anything if they don’t even deserve it?? It’s pathetic.”
Fred’s smirk faded a bit in response to Draco’s outburst. He leaned back against the bookshelf, his expression becoming more serious. "Relax, Malfoy... no one is butting into your life . They’re just gossiping, that’s it. People always talk about other’s lives to pass the time."
"Besides," he continued, a hint of mockery in his tone, "it’s not like you’re known for being the most open and friendly person here. You kind of bring it on yourself.”
“Because I’m not going to allow someone to use my friendliness against me! I’m a Malfoy , of course they’re all gonna want something from me!” The blonde seethed as his right eye twitched slightly in irritation.
Fred chuckled and rolled his eyes. He found Malfoy’s frustration quite funny, though he knew better than to show it too much.
"And there’s the egotistical prick I know and love,” he said, a hint of mockery in his voice. “Always assuming the worst in people. You really think everybody’s just out to get you, don’t you?” He teased, raising his eyebrows.
“My own friend just turned their back on me and cursed me, for Merlin’s sake!” Draco snarled, still feeling the slight sting from Goyle deep within. “Clearly, I can’t trust anybody in this bloody castle if all they want to do is HURT me.”
Fred’s smirk completely faded at Draco’s words. He’d never seen the boy this angry and vulnerable before… and for some reason, it didn’t sit right with him. He found himself taken aback by the raw emotion in the boy's voice.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking, the teasing edge gone from his voice. "Malfoy… I know Goyle is an arsehole, but that doesn’t mean everyone in this castle wants to hurt you…"
“And how am I just supposed to.. trust that?? Everyone I’ve known has betrayed me at least once before. I can’t just be happy-go-lucky like you, Fred! My life is different than yours.” The blonde frowned, shoulders going slack as he slumped. “It’s like a battlefield that just keeps growing bigger and bigger…” Malfoy’s hands reached up to rub at his own face, a small groan leaving him. “Do you have any idea just how badly I want a life like yours…? And knowing that I can’t ever get that? It’s like a cruel prank, one that never stops.” He murmured weakly.
Fred watched the boy rub his face, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. He could feel the pain and longing in Draco’s voice, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
He leaned closer, his voice softer now. “I don’t know how bad you wish for a life like mine, but I do know how it feels to want something you can’t have..." He said quietly, his eyes never leaving Draco's face.
“Oh yeah..? How so?” A weak scoff left Malfoy’s throat as he pulled his hands away slowly from his face.
Fred paused for a moment, thinking about how to phrase his words. He took a deep breath and looked the boy in the eyes, his expression serious.
"There have been times in my life when I've wanted something so badly, but I knew it was out of reach… I knew I couldn’t have it…”
He paused again, sighing softly. “Times when I just wanted to feel… normal. To feel like everyone else…”
“To not have to deal with all of the family drama, the pressure of constantly meeting the expectations of those around me…” *he continued, his tone still quiet.
He looked down for a moment, then back up at Draco. “When I look at you, and I see all of your wealth and your status… I just can’t help but wish I’ve had everything handed to me on a silver platter, instead of having to struggle my entire life…”
The blonde scrunched his face in slight bewilderment, sitting up straight. “Wha- No! No, you do not want my life, Weasley.” He stated in a firmer voice than usual. “This life would suck the creativity and joy right out of your thick skull! You’d be blander than a sack of potatoes.” He grumbled as a hand reached over to nudge the ginger’s shoulder disapprovingly. “The wealth doesn’t matter, because not even I have the wealth. I have no say in where it goes, or what happens with it.”
Fred chuckled softly at the firmness in the boy’s voice. He smirked a bit, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Oh yeah?” he said, a hint of a challenge in his voice. “I reckon I could take whatever your life has to throw at me, Malfoy.”
He leaned closer, his smirk growing. “What makes you think I’d lose my ‘creativity and joy’ just because I had some money? I’m more resilient than you think.”
Malfoy’s eye twitched, his expression hardening. “It’s not about the money, you fucking moron. It’s about needing to survive in a shitty household, surrounded by pests and wrongdoers. It’s about waking up to the feeling of someone yanking you by your arm, and dragging you down into a musty basement so that you can watch as they torture someone half to death.. just so you can ‘toughen’ up.” He leaned in closer as his hand grabbed Weasley by the shoulder. “It’s about not knowing where your parents are, and having to deal with literal strangers in your home to watch over you instead. It’s about feeling that sickening curse swell up inside your body at the age of nine because you didn’t do something right.” His fingernails sunk into the ginger’s shoulder. “It’s about watching the people you once knew slip into their own insanity, and being able to do nothing about it.”
He leaned in close, their noses barely touching as he whispered in a low, husky voice. “Do you wish for that life, Weasley?”
Fred met the boy’s gaze, the challenge in his eyes replaced with a mixture of shock and sympathy. The pain and trauma in Malfoy's voice was too real to be ignored.
“No... I don’t.” he said quietly, his voice much softer now.
The blonde’s lips shaped into a thin line as he went to pull back. “Yeah. I thought so.” He grumbled.
“So don’t be fucking stupid and ask for a life like mine ever again.”
Fred sighed softly as the boy pulled back. He ran a hand through his messy red hair, feeling like a complete idiot.
“I didn’t know—“ he started, but stopped himself. There was no excuse for what he said. He had been foolish to assume he understood Malfoy’s situation. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Draco reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, sucking in a breath as he collected his thoughts. “Your poor life with an amazing family is all I could’ve asked for. Don’t take them for granted, because some people die trying to achieve what you have already.”
Fred nodded slowly, his expression remorseful. The boy’s words hit him in the gut. He knew he had been lucky to grow up in a mostly normal, loving family, but he hadn’t fully realized how blessed he was until now.
“You’re right... I shouldn’t take them for granted. I shouldn’t have even complained in the first place. At least I’m not alone, or being held captive in my own house…” he muttered, a pang of guilt in his voice.
After successfully humbling the other, Draco went to slowly stand to his feet, dusting himself off in the process. “Hmph.” He grunted, ignoring his stiff joints. “At least you’re… aware now.”
Fred watched the boy stand up, still feeling incredibly stupid for his careless words. He ran a hand through his hair again, letting out a long sigh. He looked up at Malfoy, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess I am... Look, Malfoy, I’m sorry. I was being an ass earlier. I didn’t know what I was talking about.”
“Oh, you’re always an ass when you think you have the upper hand in things.” The blonde huffed, putting his hands to his hips. “I’m afraid I’ve gotten used to that behavior.”
Fred couldn’t help but smirk at Malfoy’s words. It was hard not to be amused by how easily the boy could insult him, even in serious moments like this. Despite everything, some aspect of their banter didn’t change. “Yeah, yeah, shut up already.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying to be sincere here, you twat.”
“Well I’m sick to death of that! Enough talking about… this.” The blonde waved around a hand as he gestured towards the both of them. “Don’t you have anything lighter to be talking about?”
Fred huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew the boy wasn’t in the mood for more serious discussions, and to be honest, neither was he. He needed something lighter to take his mind off things.
“Ugh, fine. Uh…” he thought for a moment, then a smirk slowly crept onto his face. “How about we talk about how damn cute you looked when you were lecturing me?”
Malfoy grabbed the nearest book from one of the shelves and chucked it right at Weasley’s face.
Fred let out a gasp of surprise and just barely dodged the flying book. He snickered as it sailed past his head and hit the wall behind him.
“Oi!” he said, feigning annoyance. He pretended to brush some non-existent dust off his shoulder. “I thought you wanted a light-hearted conversation. Was I supposed to compliment your pretty hair or something?!”
“New conversation!” Draco declared, already prepared to throw another book.
“Okay, okay, I’ll drop it!” Fred said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. He knew better than to press on with his teasing when the boy was already riled up like this.
He chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Geez, you’re in a violent mood tonight. Got some pent up frustration you wanna get out, by chance?”
“I always start to feel violent whenever I’m around you for long periods of time.” Malfoy deadpanned as he lowered the book in his hand slowly.
Fred chuckled again, feigning offense as he placed a hand on his chest. He had an amused smirk on his face. “Gee, I didn’t know I was such a violent presence in your life, Malfoy. Or is it that you enjoy having an excuse to throw books at me? I’m starting to think you have an obsession.”
“Says the guy who risked his entire scholarship just so he could beat up a bloke who hurt me a little.” Draco shot back quickly.
Fred's smirk faded for the briefest of moments, but he quickly composed himself. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh please, that was different. I had a damn good reason for beating up Goyle’s stupid arse." he said defensively. “Besides, I didn't risk anything by beating him up. My grades have always been top-notch, regardless of my... tendency to get into trouble here and there."
Malfoy rolled his eyes at that. “There’s always a new thing with you every week.” Fred shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting around here. You never know what I'll be up to next."
Malfoy clicked his tongue as he went to go put the book in his hands away. “Is that why you’re planning on opening a store with George?” He let out a small snicker before turning back around. “You’ve both been talking awfully loud about it recently.”
Fred's eyes widened as the boy mentioned their plans for the joke shop. He quickly shook his head, trying to play it off nonchalantly.
"What? Nah, opening a joke shop is just a passion project. We're doing it for the joy of spreading laughter and mischief, you know?" He averted his gaze, hoping Malfoy wouldn't pick up on his obvious attempt to deflect.
Malfoy tilted his head to the side curiously, taking a step closer towards the other. “Oh really? Are the Weasley’s finally succumbing to capitalism?” He teased.
Fred let out a scoff, slightly annoyed that Malfoy had spotted through his attempt at deflection. He put his hands on his hips defiantly, his expression becoming defensive.
"Hey, no! It's not like that at all. We're not just doing it for the money, I promise. We genuinely believe that laughter is important, you know? Our shop will be a place where people can come and forget about their problems for a while, and just have a good ol' time."
The blonde sucked in a breath and nodded. “Yup, that sounds like something you two would do.” He turned away to gaze out the window. “I wish you two the best of luck with that, then.”
Fred's facial expression softened as he watched Malfoy turn away from him. He could sense the slightest hint of something else in the boy's voice, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He chuckled softly, a small smile on his face. “Hey, you don't sound too enthusiastic, mate. You planning on becoming a regular at our shop when we open it in the summer?"
“Like I’d ever be caught dead in a place like that.” Malfoy scoffed, crossing his arms to his chest.
But then he actually took the time to think about it, which left a rather distain taste in his mouth. “…I would probably stop by when it’s empty, at the very least. Preferably near the end of the day.” He mumbled with slight uncertainty.
Fred's expression lit up with joy and disbelief as Malfoy admitted that he might stop by the shop. He grinned widely, a hint of smugness in his voice.
"Ha! See? I knew you'd end up visiting eventually. Our shop will be the best in all of the wizarding world, mark my words. You won't be able to resist the temptation to come in and take a look at our wares."
“I’d kill myself before I ever even think about doing that.” Draco deadpanned.
Fred's expression faltered slightly as the boy made such a morbid comment. He knew it was likely just sarcasm, but the thought of Malfoy actually harming himself sent a pang of concern through him.
"Oi, don't say stuff like that," he said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle for once. "You don't mean that, right?"
“What? You don’t like the idea of my corpse being a nice decoration hung from the ceiling?” Malfoy cracked a grin as he thought about it. “It would definitely bring in the people.”
Fred's worry quickly turned into disapproval and shock. “Hanging corpses aren't decorations, you bloody lunatic! And you're not allowed to die before me, so get that idea out of your head, right now!"
Malfoy furrowed his brows rather quickly in return. “Hey, you aren’t allowed to die first either, you git!”
Fred's expression grew serious as the realization that Draco felt the same way sunk in. He was used to bantering and teasing each other, but the idea that Malfoy actually cared about his well-being shook him.
"I- What? Why not?" he tried to sound nonchalant, but he was clearly taken aback by the boy's response.
“Because you’re too important!” Draco exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. “You’re like, one of the happiest guys around, and you come with great ideas.” His arms dropped back down to his sides limply before continuing. “Do you have any idea how many people would shed tears over you? A lot!” He stated, stomping a foot down. “So no, Weasley, you aren’t biting the dust before me. Because if you do , I’ll find the grim reaper myself and beat him to a bloody pulp until he gives you back!” The blonde shouted, sheer determination in his gaze as he stared up at the other.
"Woah, woah, woah," Fred said quickly, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly floored by the boy's impassioned speech. "Calm down, mate. I was just kidding, honestly. I have no intention of dying anytime soon. Especially not before you, apparently."
“Good! It stays that way, then. Forever. ” Draco leered, as if he’s genuinely angry at the thought of the other dying one day.
Fred swallowed hard, the weight of Draco's words and determination settling over him. He wasn’t used to seeing Malfoy care so fiercely about anything, let alone him. It was oddly endearing, but also concerning. And kind of attractive…
"Alright, alright, I get it. Neither of us are allowed to die before the other. We'll both just have to, I don't know, invent a potion that keeps us young forever or something."
Draco nodded firmly, liking the sound of that. “I’m sure you can wrap your little noodle around that one day.”
Fred chuckled at Malfoy's confidence in his ability to create a potion like that. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at the boy.
"Oh, so you have faith in my potion-making skills now, eh? I thought you were just a stuck-up prick, and here you are, complimenting my intellect. The world must be ending soon."
“THE WORLD ENDS WHEN I SAY IT ENDS, DAMN IT!” Malfoy shouted as his eye twitched and his fingers fidgeted together. “You’re FINE, I’m FINE, the world is FINE, and it’ll STAY that way until we both drop DEAD!”
Fred's heart did a little flip at Draco's impassioned outburst. There was something about seeing the normally composed and cold boy become so emotional that was oddly enticing. He raised his hands in surrender, trying to placate the boy, even though he found him to be quite attractive in this state.
"Okay, okay, calm down, I get it," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You don’t want either of us to die. And neither do I. So let's just try our best not to kick the bucket, yeah?"
“I’m gonna… fuckin’… keep you in a cage so that nothing happens to you in the future.” Malfoy grumbled as he began to pace in circles. “God, but what if you get tetanus from the rusty bars…?” He questioned under his breath, biting at his bottom lip. “No, no, I won’t let anything rust.” He shook his head slowly, continuing to pace.
Fred chuckled softly as he watched Malfoy pace back and forth in circles, clearly distraught over the prospect of him getting hurt in any way. The boy's concern for his well-being was oddly endearing, despite the fact that he was talking about locking him in a cage.
"Geez, Malfoy, you sound like a mother hen," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself, you know. I don't need to be in a cage, no offense."
“What if a wall collapses on you one day?!” Malfoy frowned, almost exasperatedly. “You wouldn’t even see it coming!”
Fred couldn't help but chuckle again at the boy's overprotective attitude. He leaned against a bookshelf, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Relax, Malfoy. The chances of a wall collapsing on me are pretty slim, and if it does happen, I'm sure I'll be fine. Don't tell me you're the one who's actually afraid of something happening to me. That would be pretty un-Slytherin of you," he teased.
Draco’s hands were shaking a little as he whipped his head back over towards the ginger, giving him a glare. “People are allowed to be afraid of things, Fred! It’s a normal human emotion!”
Fred's expression softened at the sight of his shaking hands. He could tell that the boy was genuinely worried about him, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He took a step closer to Draco, his gaze gentle.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said quietly. "I know that. I wasn’t trying to tease you, I promise. I was just trying to make light of the situation. Obviously you care about my safety, and I appreciate that. But you don’t have to worry so much, okay?"
“I don’t know how to… not worry, though.” Malfoy mumbled in defeat, shoulders slumping. “Which is why I can’t just be showing up at your store after it opens. Do you have any idea how many undercover Death Eater’s there are in town??” He questioned with a frown. “If they see me walking in there, they’ll start asking questions, which’ll then bring those very same questions to my father, and then he’ll track me down and ask about my whereabouts.”
Fred’s heart sank as he listened to Draco’s explanation. He had never thought about the potential dangers the boy might face simply by being seen at the joke shop. Malfoy’s father had ties to the Death Eaters, and that alone would put his son in danger. But Fred also hated the thought of not being able to spend time with the boy, especially after they’d just had this conversation about keeping each other safe.
"So... you’re saying that you can’t ever come visit the shop? That we can’t be seen together? Ever?"
A sour taste formed in Malfoy’s mouth at the thought, growing slightly irritated by the fact. “…No. No, I’ll think of something…” He mumbled. “I won’t let their restrictions ruin my summer.”
Fred couldn’t help but smile at Malfoy’s stubborn determination. He was used to the boy’s arrogance, but this was different. This was genuine care and determination, and it made his heart skip a beat.
"You’re one stubborn bastard, you know that?" he said, a hint of fondness in his voice. "But I like that about you. I like that you won’t let them stop you from doing something you want to do. It’s... admirable, honestly."
“Shut it, Weasley. I don’t need your compliments.” Malfoy grumbled as he stopped pacing. “I’ll have something figured out by the end of the school year.”
Fred chuckled. The boy always acted so aloof and dismissive, but it was clear that he enjoyed being praised.
"Alright, alright, no compliments then. But I’m holding you to your word. If you don’t have something figured out by the end of the school year, I’m going to hunt you down and force you to come to the shop myself."
“I’d rather eat a bullet than have you risk yourself getting hurt for my expense.” Malfoy huffed. “If nothing works out, then we’ll always just see each other next semester.”
Fred shook his head at Draco’s response. The boy was acting as if he was disposable, as if his safety didn't matter. Frustration welled up inside of him.
"Damn it Draco, you’re not expendable. And I don’t care if it puts me in danger, I will find a way for us to see each other again. I can’t just... not see you for months, especially after this conversation. I need to know that you’re safe. I... I care about you."
The blonde’s expression softened ever so slightly, as if unsure of how to respond. He rolled his shoulders and cleared his throat before responding in a calmer tone of voice. “Your sappiness makes me want to rip my own hair out.”
Fred chuckled at Draco's response, glad that the tension had eased slightly. He knew that the boy wasn’t accustomed to being vulnerable and open, so he appreciated that Draco was at least trying to respond in a somewhat civil manner.
"Hey, I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "And I think you secretly like it when I get all sappy with you. I can see through your cold, tough exterior."
“Oh, please. You sound like you’re in love with me or something…” Malfoy rolled his eyes before stiffly turning away.
Fred's heart skipped a beat at Draco's words, even though they were meant to be teasing. The thought of confessing his true feelings to the boy crossed his mind, but he pushed the thought away. There was no way Draco reciprocated his feelings.
"Yeah, well, maybe I am," he retorted, his voice slightly shaky. "And what if I am? What are you gonna do about it, Malfoy?"
The blonde shot him a weird look, one that was almost indistinguishable. “Uh… die?” He gave a shrug. “Duh.”
Fred shook his head in disbelief at Draco's nonchalant response. The boy was acting as if the idea of someone having feelings for him was the most absurd thing in the world. It was irritating, but also endearing in a way.
"You are such a prick,” he said, rolling his eyes. "You really can't fathom the idea of someone having feelings for you? You think you're so unlovable that the only response to someone confessing their feelings would be death? Seriously?"
Malfoy shrugged again, clearly not knowing what else to say. “I don’t know. Why are you bringing this up now??”
Fred shook his head again, frustrated by Draco's lack of understanding. He was starting to realize that the boy was completely clueless when it came to emotions.
"Uh, maybe because you mentioned it first? You're the one who said I sounded like I was in love with you, remember? I was just responding to your comments."
“Oh.” Draco blinked. “…Well your response was stupid.” He stated simply.
Fred stared at Draco in disbelief, at a loss for words. The boy was so utterly clueless and dense, it was almost endearing. But also incredibly frustrating.
"Are you serious? You tease me about being in love with you, and then you think my response is stupid when I flirt back?"
The blonde’s lips tugged into a confused frown. “Wait, I was flirting??” He questioned in genuine confusion.
Fred's mouth dropped open at Draco's clueless state. He couldn't believe that the boy didn't realize he was flirting. It was obvious to anybody with two brain cells to rub together.
"Oh my God," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are hopeless. Yes, you were flirting. It's called banter, you knob. And I was responding in kind, because I thought we were having a moment."
Malfoy went to itch at the back of his head as he thought about his words, not quite understanding how it would’ve been interpreted as such…
“Uh. We weren’t.” He mumbled. “It was a joke.”
Fred's heart sank as Draco dismissed their moment as a joke. Deep down, he knew it would be pointless to expect anything less from the boy. He clenched his fists in frustration, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"Right, of course. A joke. I should have known that you weren't capable of having a serious, genuine conversation about emotions. Silly me."
“Hey! It’s not my fault that you interpreted it as whatever you wanted to hear in the first place.” Malfoy huffed, taking a step back from the other.
Fred couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at Draco’s defense. The boy was so clueless, it was almost comical. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, fighting the urge to yell at Draco.
"Yeah, because you were clearly not implying anything with your comment, right? You were just being your usual sarcastic, joking self, and I just happened to take it completely out of context. Right?”
“Right!” Draco nodded, feeling a little uneasy from the tension that slowly filled the library. “I apologize if you thought any differently, because that wasn’t my intention.” He added quickly.
Fred shook his head in frustration. He couldn't believe that Draco was still denying that there was anything between them. He knew the boy was dense, but this was a whole new level.
"Save your apologies, Malfoy," he snapped, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. "You clearly don't see anything wrong with playing with people's emotions. I should have known better than to think you were capable of something more than a stupid joke."
A look of hurt flashed through Draco’s eyes as he went to take another small step back. “Wh- What..?” He muttered in a small squeak.
Fred felt a pang of guilt at the hurt expression on Draco's face, but he was too frustrated to back down. He clenched his fists tighter as he continued to speak, his voice growing more and more heated.
"You heard me. You're clueless and insensitive. You throw around comments about people having feelings for you like it's nothing. It's not a joke, Malfoy. It's cruel. And I fell for it, like a total moron."
A small look of bewilderment fell on Malfoy’s face, like he was surprised that the joke hurt the other this badly. “Wait- Wait, what?? ” He repeated, this time more bravely. “Weasley, do you like me in that sense..?”
Fred felt his face flush bright red at Draco's question, the anger in him suddenly replaced by vulnerability. He had never expected to have this conversation with Malfoy, especially not in the Hogwarts library.
“Uh… no?” He answered slowly.
Draco completely faltered. “…No?” He repeated.
Fred tried to keep his expression neutral, but he was struggling to maintain his composure. He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding Draco’s gaze.
“No. Definitely not. You’re an arrogant git and I can’t stand your pretentious attitude. Why would I like you?”
A small hum left Malfoy’s throat in response to that. “…You know, that’s what I was thinking. Why would you like me? There’s nothing good or decent to like anyways.” He shrugged as a small, hollow smile tugged at the blonde’s lips as he went to take a comfortable step back. “I guess I was just wondering why you got all upset about the joke, when you don’t usually get that upset about such simple things.”
Fred’s heart ached as he listened to Draco’s words, the self-deprecating tone in his voice was like a knife to the gut. But he refused to show it, continuing to feign nonchalance.
“Yeah, I don’t know why either. Must be because I’m just a sensitive bloke. But thanks for the concern, Malfoy,” he said sarcastically.
“Anytime, mate.” The blonde faked a salute before turning towards the doorway. “Anywho, I’m off. I’m due for a nice nap back in my common room.” He declared casually with a gestured hand.
Fred watched as Draco turned to leave, a pang of disappointment filling him. He wanted to call out, to stop him from leaving, but he knew it was pointless. Instead, he just let out a frustrated sigh.
"Yeah, enjoy your nap. Try not to freeze to death in your little dungeon dorm.”
“Pfft, as if I chose that life.” Malfoy mumbled back before exiting the library.
Fred let out a huff of frustration as Draco left the library, annoyed at himself for letting the boy just walk away from him. He leaned back against a bookshelf, running a hand through his hair. This whole situation had only served to further complicate his feelings for Draco, leaving him even more confused than before.