**A/N** Hey guys! The above picture is Bridget Xie, Molly's girlfriend! It's been a long time coming but we finally get to know what she looks like!
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Trying to forget what I saw when I saw that boggart was hard. Trying to forget what Cass told me? What Cass did to me? Impossible.
The only thing that has really worked keeping my mind off of everything is sex. And I feel really bad for Evie cause every chance I get I'm on top of her, or under her or behind her... you get the idea. And if you're going to come in here and say some shit like 'oh Freddie you can't bury your feelings with sex, you should probably go to therapy or something,' I'm aware. But sex is a lot more fun than therapy.
It's been hard though, spending time with Evie one on one recently. With Slytherin in the finals for the inter-house quidditch games, Kate has been working us harder than ever. If anyone needs to get laid it's her. I swear she and Dom just have to hate fuck once. It would be healthy for everyone involved.
"Weasley! On the pitch in fifteen!" Kate shouts at me after dinner.
Amar and Louis look at her then at me and Evie, "She's gotten mean."
"Tell Dom to just fuck her already. The whole school wants it to happen." I tell Louis.
Louis scrunches his nose, "I don't want to think about my sister fucking anyone thanks."
"I think they would be cute together." Evie says, "Like an, I hate you so much I just have to fuck you, you know?"
"I've got to go get my quidditch stuff. Evie, you wanna come with me?" I move my hand onto Evie's thigh and squeeze lightly.
"Yeah, I'll see you boys later so we can study. Meet in the library?" Evie says to Louis and Amar as we get up from the table.
"Yeah, I need your help with transfiguration," Amar tells her. The two of them wave goodbye to us and Evie and I walk out of the Great Hall.
"Freddie? When are you going to tell me what happened between you and your sister?" She asks once we are alone. She interlocks her fingers with mine, my hand's so big in comparison that I can nearly wrap my fingers around her hand twice.
"I can't baby you know that," I say.
Evie sighs, "You should really tell someone though if it's not me. Molly? Dominique? Someone that's older and can check in on her."
"I made a promise to her that I wasn't going to tell anyone. I'm not going back on that. She didn't talk to me for nearly the whole year, and now she's finally talking to me again, she trusts me. I can't go back to having her hate me."
"Darling, if it's for her own good..."
I open the Gryffindor common room and we walk in together and head up the stairs to my dorm.
"I've been deciding what's for her own good for years. Beating up people that say shit things about her, telling her who she should and shouldn't be talking to... she's tired of it. I'm not going to go back to that. If she's not hurting herself then I don't see the point in telling other people."
I open my dorm room, no one else is inside. I spin around and look at Evie, "I've got fifteen minutes before I have to go. You want to be my warm-up?"
Evie smiles, "It's more like ten minutes at this point big guy."
"Then you better start stripping."
Evie laughs and calls me an idiot under her breath but she starts unbuttoning her uniform shirt all the same.
So maybe I was late to quidditch practice. Big deal, what's Kate going to do? Kick me off the team two weeks before the final match?
"Weasley, you're running laps for the next hour." Kate doesn't even look at me as I walk onto the pitch.
"Running laps?"
She glares at me, "Yes Fred. Running laps. Like with your feet. You start there..." She points over to the edge of the pitch, "And you run around and guess what? You end up back where you started!" Her words are drenched in sarcasm but her face is as serious as I've ever seen it. "Do it for an hour. I'll start a timer. Let's do them clockwise too, see if it'll help you learn how to tell time."
"Your bloody mental if you think I'm running for an hour."
"You can bet your right ball that I'm making you run for an hour." Kate grabs the whistle that she has around her neck and blows on it hard, "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
Update. I did it... only stopped three times to vomit so I call that a success.
"Up on your broom Weasley, run drills with Wood till one of you falls off from exhaustion," Kate says to me once I've finished my laps. She blows her whistle hard, "Weasley! Torres! What the fuck are you doing up there? I told you to hit those targets fifty times each!" Kate blows her whistle three more times. Remind me to find whoever gave her that whistle and snap their neck.
I pick up my broom from where I dropped it before I started my laps and fly upwards and over to Timothy who is flying through hoops to practice his agility.
"You look like hell." He says as he comes over to me and hovers beside me.
"Remind me to never be late to a practice would you?"
"I've tried, but in case you haven't noticed, you're pig-headed and don't listen to anyone."
"I said drills! Not a damn tea party!" Kate screams at us from below.
Kate doesn't let us go anywhere till half an hour before curfew. Which means that we were on the pitch from 6:45 to 9:30. In theory that doesn't sound very bad but after an hour of running, anything is bad.
Rose and I limp back to the castle together, "You spoke to Cass at the Gryffindor party a while back yeah?"
Rose nods, "Yeah spent the whole night with her, Al, and Scor. I actually managed to get Cass to take a shot of fire whiskey you should have seen her face."
"She seem off at all?"
"Well, she's a lightweight so I mean it was pretty funny. But no, nothing too crazy. Why?"
"Nothing, that new kid has put her on edge so I was wondering if she said anything to you about it."
"The new kid that flirts with her every second he has? She told me she hates the bastard but that's it. I'm sort of jealous, he's so bloody fit."
I roll my eyes, "Cass knows better than to mess with a guy like that. I heard he's a blood supremacist."
"Oh, he totally is. Don't tell Mum and Dad I said this but I'd let him completely degrade me for my blood status any day of the week."
"I didn't need that. I really didn't need to... no I'm not doing this." I say. Rose laughs and bumps her hip into me as we walk.
"Hey! Freddie, can I talk to you for a second?" Molly says to me as we pass her in the halls. I say night to Rose and she heads up to the common room with the rest of the team. Molly and I walk down a different corridor for a minute before she stops and turns to me.
"I think I'm going to – what's that smell?" She pushes her glasses up on her face and frowns.
I take a deep breath in through my nose, "That would be me... sorry."
Molly shakes it off, "I think I'm going to, well I think I'm ready to come out."
"Come out...?"
She rolls her eyes, "Like, out, out. Like..."
"Like..."
"Oh my god, you're an idiot. Out to the family! As a lesbian?"
That's when all the gears click into place, "Ohhh that's what you meant. Okay yeah, good for you."
"I want to do it when we are all at Nan and Pops for me and Dom's graduating party thing. And I want you to be there for me. Like standing beside me sort of thing when I do it."
"Like as your bodyguard?"
"Like as support dumb ass. Dom's gonna do it too so it won't look weird but I just, you know about it and you're chill with it all. If you're there with me then it won't be that awful."
"Yeah, dude, whatever you need me to do to make you as comfortable as possible."
Molly smiles really big, "Do you think that it might be a little much to bring my girlfriend? I mean we've been dating for like two years now and she's been really supportive of me not being out to my parents cause I wasn't ready..."
"We get to meet the girlfriend? I'm all for it dude. If I get to bring my girlfriend anywhere and everywhere then why can't you?"
Molly laughs and sighs in relief, "Okay yeah... yeah Dom said the same thing. I think she'll fit in. Not with my parents, I don't think but with all of the aunts and uncles..."
"Does this mean I finally get to know her name? What house she's in?"
"Bridget... Bridget Xie, from Hufflepuff." When Molly says her name her ears go pink.
I push on Molly's shoulder a bit in a way to tease her, "Look at you, you're fucking whipped."
"Have you seen her? Kind of hard not to be... Curfew's soon so I've gotta go. Thanks, Freddie."
"Yeah, bruv, whatever you need I'm there. Least I can do after you threw the match so that Gryffindor would go into the finals."
Molly looks at me hard, "What...?"
"No way James got that snitch before you did. You threw the match."
We start walking back towards the staircase, "I would never throw a match for anyone."
"But you did."
"Shut up!"
"See? You threw the match!"
Molly looks down at her feet, "It was either lose to you lot, or come face to face with Dom in the finals. And I don't want to see that. She's feral."
"And now that Ravenclaw is out of quidditch for the year you have loads of free time on your hands. Bet Bridget is happy about that one."
"She's thrilled," Molly says with a smile.
Moments like these I forget that she's older than me. We have such different personalities and I always associate more reserved and shy people with being younger, but she's graduating this year.
"It's gonna be weird not having you around Hogwarts next year," I say to her.
She rolls her eyes, "Not like we ever hang out, like ever."
"No, I know. But it's nice having you here. Makes playing Ravenclaw interesting, cause when you leave there's not going to be another Weasley on that team."
"Oh god, there isn't is there?"
I say goodnight to Molly on the fifth-floor landing. She heads off to the Ravenclaw common room and I make my way up two more flights of stairs and go into the Gryffindor common room.
There are a few students milling around. James is on the couch snogging Hannah Torres of all people, both of their hair wet from a shower. Whether they took that shower together or not is a whole other situation. No matter how hard I try to figure it out, I don't think I can ever figure out why he keeps going back to her.
By the time I have a shower curfew has long been called and everyone is supposed to be in bed and asleep. But when I go into my dorm, Lou, Kevin, Timothy, Sophie, Holly, and Amy are all chatting quietly.
"Sleepover?" I say coming into the room and putting my shower stuff away.
"Hannah and James are in our dorm for the night so we're gonna crash in here," Sophie says.
"Emmy is in the common room. Not a chance I was letting her in here after what she said about you and Evie." Lou says.
I sit down on my bed cross-legged. The girls have their mattresses sprawled around the room wherever they could fit them making our floor look like one big bed.
"Did she really say that to you?" Sophie, who is half black says softly.
"She probably just said it cause she's got a fat crush on me and she's jealous," I say hoping to make her feel better.
News flash. It doesn't.
"If you're racist then you're racist. I'm glad I know now though, at least this way I've only wasted five years of my life being her friend instead of seven."
"She was a cunt anyway. Always borrowed my curling iron and never gave it back." Holly says which makes all the girls laugh.
Lou, Kevin, Timothy and I share a look that translates to 'uh... okay?'
"I'd love to stay up and chat but I'm bloody shattered. So can we blow out the candles and call it for the night?" I say, throwing myself backwards on my bed.
"Yeah, can't have the quidditch star tired for his early practice tomorrow," Louis jokes as he blows out the candle on his bedside table.
"Night everyone," I mumble into my pillow as the last candle is blown out.
Six different voices respond relatively at the same time,
"Night!"