Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Seventeen - A Promise

 Unlike most summer holidays I haven't stopped being stressed. I mean Fred and I are in the begining stages of a relationship and are completely terrified of letting his parents find out. I mean I love Molly but if she learns Fred and I are kinda sorta dating she'll lose her mind on us. I mean she will have Fred and I under constant supervision. Then it when from bad to worse when Arthur won the drawing for the egyptian holiday meaning I'd have to return home. I mean I didn't have to but I felt bad imposing on their vaction. So the end of my summer holiday has been dodging my hag of a mother.

 "Miss Bellerum Masters want to see you," Twig says as she stands in my dorm frame. I sigh looking to the scrawny house elf. I move following her down to the dinning room. I see my mother and father sitting together exchange a long look.

"What?" I ask harshly. They don't seem effected by the tone. I mean at this point they are used to my tone.

"We've heard my Luicus Malfoy that you are giving his son a hard time," My father says to me, "why must you always cause this trouble-"

"The Malfoy brat started it," I say harshly, "he's always picking fights-"

"Stop rambling you idiotic child," My mother says harshly, "just listen to us." I stop backing down knowing its better for me to just not bother with it.

"We want you to spend this year getting to know Malfoy. He's a good boy from a Wealthy respectable family," Dad starts, "and his father and I think that you two getting married when your older. It will better our pure status."

"And will forgive your disgusting friendship with those blood traitor Weasleys-"

"They are more of a family to me then you are," I say harshly. She scoffs crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Stop acting like a blood traitor- I mean you run around with those Weasley's and that mudblood-"

"Don't call him that!" I exclaim, "don't call any of them that. Godric Gryffindor's sake why can't you just realise I'm not like you two. I don't care about blood status or any of that garbage."

"Stop with that nonsense Y/n!" My father exclaims, "just talk to the boy."

"No," I say simply, "no I'm not talking to him and I'm not dropping this gosh none of you care what I want-"

"Drop it," He says harshly. I cross my arms over my chest.

"No," I say once again, "I have spent the last couple weeks here and the whole time you guys have been giving me crap about everything! I mean I can't do anything with out you guys criticizing me." I sigh looking down. There's no need to keep fighting. I mean I have a mere days before the Weasley's get back and I am free of the bloody hell hole. 

"Just talk to the Malfoy boy," My father says harshly, "got it?"

"Fine," I say harshly, "can I go now?" 

"Yes," He says returning to his daily prophet. I scoff moving off at once. Once back in my room I pull my trunk into my closet loading it up to the brim. I'm over being here. I mean between my mothers piss poor attitude and my father wanting to trade me like livestock its becoming unbearable. Mikey offered to let me hide away at his place for the time being. At first I wanted to go home and give my own place a chance. I hate always bumming off of everyone else and their families. I makes me feel bad that they all are the ones taking care of me. But with the marriage bullshit I'm not staying here. I write a letter and send it off with one of our owls hoping it'll make it over to the Cultven's before me. As the letter is sent off I move back packing my trunk tightly. Finally all of my things were together and the stash of gold was tucked into my robes. I yank the chest down the stairs all the way to the fire place. I see Twig staring at me from the dining room doorway.