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The Gryffindor common room was alive with celebration, the air thick with laughter and the scent of butterbeer. The Quidditch Cup sat proudly on the table, surrounded by a sea of red and gold, students cheering Fred G Weasley’s name. He stood at the center of it all, the hero of the match, his face flushed from excitement.

You stood at the edge of the crowd, a smile plastered onto your face, but your heart felt heavy. You had been there for him every step of the way—watching him at every practice, staying up late to help him with Potions, always cheering the loudest in the stands. Yet, here you were, just another face in the background.

And then, you saw it.

Fred threw an arm around Angelina Johnson, pulling her close as she laughed into his shoulder. He murmured something in her ear, and she beamed up at him before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Your stomach twisted painfully. He looked at her like she was the only person in the room.

Like he never looked at you.

You swallowed hard, forcing your gaze away. It wasn’t fair. He never realized—never noticed how much you cared, how much you wanted to be the one in his arms. You had always been there, and yet, in the moment that mattered most, he wasn’t looking for you.

No, Fred G Weasley had already found who he wanted.

And it wasn’t you.

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