The Girl who Survived (Fred Weasley)

CH 53. Cunning

"That won't solve anything," She said fiddling with a strand of her hair.

"Well either join me or leave me because from where I'm sitting, it's helping," I told her as I took another drink. I usually hated when girls would twirl their hair the way she was. But something about the way her hair twisted and turned between her fingers looked mesmerizing as it formed figure eights.

"Seeing as I just lost three quidditch players, I think I'll join you," She said and reached forward for the bottle.

"I'm sure your boyfriends' team will be happy," I told her, taking the bottle back.

"Who Adrian? He's just a friend. Not all of us can so easily jump between relations like you used to," She said, raising an eyebrow to me.

"That's not me anymore," I said confidently, poisoning myself further.

"You were some of the best players we've ever had you know," She said.

"Don't I know it. Where was this when you were having us run drills like we'd never played before?" I asked her with a bit of a laugh in my voice.

"Just getting a bit of revenge on that brother of yours," She said. "Would you like to help me further?" She said before grabbing my face to kiss my lips. I didn't move, but as I raised my hands to her shoulders, I realized I must have been more piss drunk than I thought, seeing as I didn't have the strength to push her away. Instead she leaned further into me, pulling me towards her till I was in an awkward half seated, half lying position. For a moment, it seemed familiar, reminding me of how easy it was years around when we fooled around. That all went away when I felt my stomach turn like if I had a flu and had just ridden on a broom upside down.

"I'm going to throw up," I said and moved to the nearest trash can as she pulled away.

"Don't worry, I'm sure your perfect girlfriend will take care of this too," She said as I heard footsteps walk around the room.

As easy as it may have been going down, it was terrible coming back up. It burned my throat and made my eyes water. My skin felt hot and my stomach felt like it was clenching every ten seconds.

"What the hell?" my favorite voice said, approaching me on the floor. "Freddie..." She asked as she placed a cold hand to my forehead. It didn't give me the usual warmth that I usually felt every time our skin touched. No, this time her touch made my head spin as I watched what I had just done.

"Where were you?" I asked her, worried she'd seen what just happened and wouldn't believe that I didn't want it.

"With Minerva's. Come on, up to bed," She said without hesitation helping me up to my feet.

She sat me on my bed and helped me undress as I stayed silent the whole time. Her comforting smell of sweet berries and vanilla made it easier to breathe. Definitely better than the smell of whiskey and regret reverberating off of me. The way her hands were gliding over my body assured me I didn't want anyone else. It was always her. It would always be her. She laid me back and threw a quilt over me.

"I'm going to go get you some Pepperup, and we can talk about this in the morning," She told me calmly.

"Ellie," I said, taking her hand. "It was Angelina."

"Was it?" She asked me unmoved.

"She grabbed me, please..." I said to her softly as I felt myself falling asleep.