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You never really knew when it started. Or, when Fred Weasley had become such a nervous wreck. But, slowly, without fail, you were silently just rubbing Fred Weasley's thigh. You looked over at him, stopping the continuous motion on his leg to rest your hand on it. For someone normally so confident, he definitely looked a bit shy now. ''K-keep going...'' You could hear him stammer, somewhat muffled by the fact his head was face down on the table. Although, peeking through, you could see a raging blush spreading across at least one of his cheeks. You chuckled. This was odd, seeing someone you knew to be so...well, not at all like what you were seeing now. You could see him twitch as you continued to rub his thigh gently, and you swore you heard a soft whimper coming from him. ''You've got really soft hands.'' He said, almost a whisper. It was true, as you did care for your hands a lot. ''Are you all right, Fred?'' You asked him gently. He looked up with burning red cheeks, his eyes widening almost comically. ''Do I look all right?'' He asked sarcastically, though you never picked up the sarcasm in his tone. ''Yes...wh-'' You were interrupted. ''Good.'' And he slammed his head back into the desk. You had figured he was just annoyed by now, so you stopped touching his thigh like that. He moved his head up a little while you were working, just to simply stare at you. You picked up on it quickly though, turning over to him and meeting the man at eye level for the first time. You brushed a stray hair from his face, to which he hitched his breath as he once again felt your touch.