There’s never been a man you’d thought would ever suit you as well as Fred. Your first love. Your first everything. He brought out the best of you, made you grow, made you laugh. God, he made you laugh. Nonstop. Ribs hurting. He makes you be who you want to be.

But time changes things. Things that used to click, don’t really click anymore. He still makes you laugh, still tries to make you laugh, but something in the dynamic shifted. Maybe you’d grown apart. Maybe fell out of love. So you thought.

Sitting around the Gryffindor common room, on some lounges by the fireplace, sat Fred, George, Lee, Dean, and Oliver. With - of course - the girlfriends, Leanne, and Penelope. Talking about everything and anything.

You were under Fred’s arm. Things had been weird lately. But he acted like nothing was up. He played with the braided bracelet you gave him for your first anniversary. Maybe not all hope was lost.