Fireflies | | Fred Weasley

•Part twenty eight

"Fred, what is it?" You quietly asked.

"It's George." Fred whispered back. "He's with someone, they're yelling. I can't tell who he's with."

His grip on your waist loosen slightly, so you took the opportunity to turn your entire body around. You looked around the stone pillar that Fred was also looking around, your head hovering underneath his as you held onto the pillar for support.

You looked ahead of you, scanning the quad courtyard for a familiar red head, and that was when you saw him. George was stood there, looking extremely frustrated whilst yelling at somebody, but you couldn't see who he was yelling at due to some trees.

He may have been frustrated because of how wet he was getting in the pouring rain, but something told you there was another reason for his frustration.

You couldn't hear a single word that he was saying, more so yelling, but you wanted to.

"Can we get closer?" You whispered to your best friend stood behind you, your eyes still glued to his twin brother in the distance.

"Yeah." Fred said. "You have to be careful, though."

"You be careful." You jokingly said.

The two of you swiftly moved from hiding behind one pillar to an even closer one, and you could now hear what George was yelling. Not only could you hear George, you could also see who he was yelling at.

"Is that-"

"Iona!"

Fred and you turned your heads to look at each other with shock and intrigue. Both of you were wondering why George and Iona were stood in the pouring rain together during sundown, and why they were yelling at each other so loudly.

You had clearly missed most of their loud conversation, and you gathered that when George began to shout at Iona again.

"I'm not sorry, Iona! I'm sick of pretending like I am, when I'm really not!"

"George, don't do this. Not right now."

"No, it has to be now, because you won't listen to me otherwise."

"George-"

"I'm not sorry about what I said. I'm the furthest thing from sorry, because I meant every single word I said. Granted, it was only three words, but I don't say that shit to just anyone."

"You should be sorry. You should be sorry, Georgie, because I'm not good for you. I-"

"Yes, you are. You make me good, you make me feel amazing, you make me feel loved, you make me a better person, Iona."

"I'm sorry..."

You watched as George and Iona stared at each other, a noticeable gap between the two, with rain pouring down on their faces and emotion flooding their senses.

You had no idea what they were thinking, but you could tell that Iona was beginning to hesitate. What she was hesitating about, you had no earthly idea, but she had slowly began backing away from George.

She maintained eye contact with him as she took small steps backwards, only for George to fill the gap with his own steps.

"Iona, I-"