A Simple Favor ~ F.W

Chapter 2 - The Fight

Sunday, September 17th, 1996

That Sunday morning, Clara woke up with no memory of the night before. Her head was pounding, and she was a bit groggy. When she opened her eye's she was hit with confusion. As she stared at the ceiling, trying to collect her memories from the night before, she noticed something was off.

The amount of beautiful natural light that protruded through her window.

She was confused because her dorm faced the east side, where the sun set, not rose. The boys dorm received the sunrises, while the girls received the beautiful sunsets.

Within seconds of realizing this, she sprung up out of the covers and onto her feet, which undeniably hurt her head plenty. Eyes widening.

She observed the room. It was one she had been in many times.

She began to pace back and fourth, thinking, "Oh no! I cannot have told George how i felt. Could I? This is awful. What am I going to say after confessing my love to my best friend."

Except.... Oh my God.

That's when Clara realized it was not George's bed she had been in, but Freds.

EVEN BIGGER OH MY GOD.

As if he were waiting for his que off stage, as Clara came to the realization, Fred Weasley softly exited his bathroom.

It was clear he was trying not to wake her, but once he saw her, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why hello, Clara-bear" he grinned with so much pleasure "have a good night have you?" He asked as if he were pretending to be oblivious to the situation.

"Fred Weasley I do not have time for games, please just tell me how I embarrassed myself," she begged, groaning as she sat back on his bed. Thats when she saw she was wearing Fred Weasley's quidditch uniform shirt.

She discreetly checked if she was still wearing her underwear. She thought, "Okay, atleast I didn't have sex with him."

A faint whistle came from the Weasley boy's lips as he sorted through his drawers, putting together an outfit. "Ahh, my little hopeless romantic. Let's just say, we had an eventful night" he couldn't keep a straight face.

That's when he turned towards her, and she noticed the devious smile protruding from his face. "I didn't know you loved me, Clara-bear." He walked over to where she was sitting on the bed and trapped her by putting both his arms at her side.

Now that he was leaning against the bed only a couple inches from her face, she had noticed for the first time that he was shirtless—well,  naked if you didn't count the low-hanging towel that sat on his waist. It exposed his amazing abs and prominent v's.

She couldn't help but blush. 'FUCK' she thought to herself. If she wasn't in this particular situation and he had not been Fred Weasley, she wouldn't thought the standing in front of her was the hottest man alive.

She had done such a good job keeping her secret for the past two years, and now it's all over.

Fred would definitely be using this against her.

He came closer to her face, pressing his lips right up to her ear, and whispered, "Darling, if I had known, it would definitely have saved us quite a lot of arguments." He winked and pulled away from her laughing uncontrollably.

She groaned and flopped back onto her bed, looking as though she was about to cry. 'Why couldn't I just embarrass myself by having sex with him. That would be way less awful than this.' She thought to herself.

Though George and Clara had been best friends and attached at the hip, she and Fred had been the opposite.

They never had good taste for each other. Always competing against each other for quidditch positions when they would play at the borough. Always involved in some type of prank war against each other. And always competing for better grades. They would always get caught up in arguments, which George would have to separate them from.