Never in your life did you think you would hate Fred Weasley.
Ron, sure - he’d managed to steal all your chocolate frog cards and you’d shrugged it off. George, nearly blew up your room, but that’s just George. Percy - a pain in the arse all around. Ginny? Impossible, she’s an angel.
But as you walked to the Great Hall for breakfast, for the thirty seventh morning, you ignored his glare, as he ate his stupid sausage toasted sandwich - the one he’d always convince you to have a bite of, despite you claiming your pancakes were plenty.
You sat down beside Ginny, and Luna, the former who had her transfiguration book out. “We don’t have a test, do we?” You frowned.
“If we do, then Nargles have overtaken our timetables.” Luna commented noncommittally as she spooned another mouthful of granola into her mouth.
“No, no we don’t.” Ginny huffed. “Fred was just asking about one of the transfiguration movement, for some homework. And I owed him for this thing with Harry…” She blushed before looking at you.
“But you’re great at Transfiguration.”
“No.” You grabbed a glass.
“Please.” She pleadingly looked at you.
“No.” You poured a glass of orange juice.
“You’d tutor him on one spell-“
“No.”
“I’d help set you up with anyone!” She promised vehemently. “Please, just do me this one favour.”
“Did you forget he hates me too?” You snapped back, sending Luna a grateful smile when she slid you a plate of steaming pancakes with a dollop of Nutella on the side.
“It was half a year ago.” She rolled her eyes, “Six weeks.” You muttered between her contrary statements. “You both need to get over it.”
“He spoiled that date for me!” I hissed. “Nobody, and I mean nobody but you two knew, so he broke into my room when we were out, went through our letters, followed us out, and ruined it!”
“It was with Cedric Diggory, he dates like a thousand girls.” Ginny tried to reason, but all her attempt did was sting.
“Ginny.” Luna said, patiently, but Ginny ignored her. “-You must owe me something, what about when-“
“Fine. I’ll do it.” You stood swiftly and walked away, ignoring the nearby students curious gazes at why there had been shouting at eight in the morning.
A week rolled by, tentative smiles from Cedric when his friends weren’t showing him a new girl, and awkward ‘thank-yous’ from Ginny who felt a bit shitty for dismissing your date.
Alas, you waited in the empty transfiguration classroom, that you’d ask Mcgonagall to borrow. Fred walked in; hair ruffled like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times in twenty minutes. His shirt clung to his shoulders, and his unbuttons were undone - attractively so.
You blinked away the attraction that reared its head every time you were alone with him - he’d never think of you that way. And you’d never think of him that way again after how he ruined your date.
“Thanks for coming.” He said, a little stiff, leaning against a desk.
“Why are you leaning around? Get up and show me how you do the spell so I can correct it.” You said, a touch cold.
He didn’t look the least bit fazed by your hostility - he never had. When you’d got your first period at The Burrow, he’d been the only one who didn’t waver at your mood swings and grouchy remarks. He’d kissed your head and made you hot chocolate.
Brotherly - a voice gritted out mentally.
He took his stance, and pointed his wand at the book.
“Evanesco.”
“Again.”
“Evanesco.”
“Again.”
“Evanesco.”
“Again.”
“Eva-“
“Stop. I can see where you’re going wrong.” You stepped forward. Your wand is dipping down as you say it, and you’re over pronouncing the syllable Eva. It should be Eh-vanesco. Not Evanesco.” I explained.
You’d walked over, to tip up his wand, to show where it should end. You’d somehow ended up with his back to your chest, almost.
“Right. Thank you.” His breath tickled your neck.