Fred Gideon Weasley and you, Rosalind Potter has been together since sixth year, you love eachother since fourth year even if you were bestfriend since first year and now you're both in seventh year, being 17 years old.

"Talk to me, Rosalind!"

Fred yelled at you, worried as he follow you in the corridors of Hogwarts. It's all passed so fast.. Fred discovered you crying and you just waved him off and almost shove him away.

"About what?!"

You exclaimed and stopped walking and turned to look at him and he stopped in front of you, his eyes full of worry, concern and.. love..

"What do you want me to talk about, Fred? I-I can't think of anything now I don't know what to say I wanna- I just- Just leave it please I'm too weak to speak-"

You start to ramble, crying as you stutter but.. Fred sigh as you continue to spoke and quickly walked toward you with worried steps, cupping your face and pressing his soft lips against yours, gently and lovingly, not being rough because ir was his first ever kiss and you weren't in a good state.