That Black... (A Fred Weasley X Reader Story)

Chapter 29- Black On Black

Chapter 29- Black On Black

~Previously on That Black...~

And then there was a sob. Looking around, you see Angelina and Alicia huddled at one corner of the room.

Angelina was almost drowning in a puddle of her own tears.

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Angelina was crying.
And honestly, you couldn't understand why.

The man of her dreams (and yours) had spent the whole night dancing away in her arms AND you were ready to bet that they did much more than that.

But still, as you stood by the door you just kicked open, pity replaced the frustration that you experienced moments ago.

Pity for your friend.

Despite knowing that Fred had asked her out, you sat next to Angelina and patted her back.

However, even before you could utter a word of consolation, Angelina looked up at you with tears eyes. "I'm sorry, (Y/N).... I truly am."

"It's okay...I guess I'm getting used to it." You tried to laugh it off. "But what happened to you?" You could already imagine Fred ditching Angelina on the dance floor for a French student or even a French fry. (Boys and food...sigh.)

"W-we were dancing and Fred looked really uncomfortable... like he didn't want to be there."

Alicia grimaced. You couldn't help but do the same.

"And what's more, when a Beauxbatons girl came up to flirt with him, that too right in front of me, he gladly accepted the drink she offered him! And he then ditched me and left the party." Angelina wailed.

You stood still in astonishment. Woah...Fred really had broken all limits to ditch a girl. Was this some kind of mean prank of his?

Angelina got up all of a sudden. Her balled up fists and stiff shoulders indicated anger. "I'm going to get him back for this."

"Hey! Calm your unicorns down, lady! He's still my boyfriend!" You rose up indignantly and stared daggers at her.

"Sheesh! I'm sorry..." She flopped back down on the bed next to a bored Alicia who was now shining her broomstick.

Shiny broomstick or not, it was time to take action.

You stomped back to give you're multi-personality boyfriend a piece of your mind.

x-x-(time teleportation to Fred's Dorm)-x-x

"BAM!"
"Ouch!"
"(Y/N)!"

The door of the boys dormitory, you just slammed (to make an effect) had hit someone.

But all that your eyes were focused on was your red haired boyfriend who had just greeted you with what you thought as the most happiest version of your name.

Fred pulled you into a hug and said, "(Y/N)! What perfect timing!"

The rage you experienced moments ago was now replaced by the excitement a girl gets when her boyfriend hugs her (Cue disco lights mode!).

"Fred? Is everything okay?"

You're obviously happy he's back to liking you but at the same time you are cautious...how long will this happiness last?

"Okay?! I'm absolutely pumped up!" He cupped your face in his hands and gave you a big smooch right in the lips.

As you stood with a goofy smile on and stars floating over your eyelids, Fred continued, "George, get our inventory out. I have a lot of work to do! Lee, make sure that goblet over there doesn't spill!"

Lee, who had been unfortunately standing behind the door, looked as stargazed as you.

George, still a bit tipsy, squinted at the twin beds trying to distinguish his out of them.

Fred, over enthusiastic that usual, clapped his hands, as if ready to brew some trouble. He looked around, saw the sloppy job George was doing, pushed George aside and pulled from underneath his bed, a giant old battered trunk with the words 'Mischief Managed' magically embossed on it.

Amused at the trunk, you bent forward for a better look. You were most curious about what it contained.

Sadly, curiosity had never done you good.

x-x-(back to the future after delving into your unconsciousness)-x-x

"(Y/N)? You alright?" A voice called out, followed by the familiar outburst of chuckles from the twins.

As your eyelids fluttered open, you found Lee staring deep into your eyes.

"Uhh...Lee?" This is obviously just a bad dream.

Lee just continued staring deeper into your eyes.

You were positively freaked out now. What freaked you out more was that Fred and George were still laughing their heads out in the background.
"LEE?!"

"Yeah, (Y/N)?" Lee breathes out softly.

And that's when Lee did something you never imagined Lee would do.

He poked your eye.

"OUCH! Dude, that isn't something you do to a person!" You screamed at Lee and his lack of etiquette.

Lee doubled back at your screams. And that's when your sight happened to land on a mirror...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

Your eye isn't just an eye anymore. It is a *black* eye.

You glared darkly at Fred and George. They would regret this.

Dedicated to FrednAlba , thanks for reminding me the accurate number of update requests that compelled me to write this chapter!

Yours always,
Suzzane_Phoenix