That day Amelia tried her best to fake a smile, but she couldn't help but feel miserable. Her last two classes, Potions and DADA were with Fred so throughout the day she mentally prepared herself to see him. She occasionally saw him laughing in the hallway with other Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs and tears began to prick her eyes again. Too tired to even make an effort to avoid him in the Great Hall she decided to skip lunch and take a nap. Heading to her room she found an equally upset Katie weeping in her bed, wrapped with blankets.
"Cat, what's wrong?" asked Amelia with concern sitting beside her onto the bed. She had never seen Katie like this, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears.
"Stupid Lee," she sobbed into Amelia's shoulder, "Stupid Jordan."
"Oh no, what did that boy do?"
"Lee and I were taking a nice walk and he brought up the night of the party. I told him I really enjoyed it and he said it was a mistake and shouldn't have happened." Amelia could barely understand her and Katie's sobs became louder and Amelia knew she just had to let her best friend cry.
Katie's situation was almost exactly like Amelia's. Both had drunk alcohol that night and ended up with boys that didn't want them the next morning. She completely understood how Katie felt and comforted her as much as possible. With their third class starting the girls left the common room for their lessons feeling a bit better.
She had the class she absolutely dreaded: Potions. With Snape. In a seat, next to Fred. She decided to get the room early so she could get a seat all the way at the back of the class far away from Fred. Amelia caught his subtle glances coming her way every now and then, but they never made eye contact. Not realising she had zoned out, till Professor Snape yelled out her name, she snapped back into reality.
"Ms Whisp, would you care to smell the potion," he instructed curtly directing her attention to the Amortentia potion.
With all eyes on her, Amelia walked to the front of the classroom and brought her nose to the potion. She didn't even have to take a sniff as she quickly picked up the scent of mint toothpaste, vanilla bean and strawberries.
"And what is it you smell Ms Whisp?" Snape asked in his permanently monotone voice.
She leant towards the potion again to have a whiff and the smell was overwhelmingly Fred's.
"Mint toothpaste, freshly cut grass and a hint of cologne," she spoke loudly and clear enough to let Fred know that it wasn't him.
"As you can see class every person smells something different..." Professor Snape's voice trailed off as Amelia realised that getting over Fred would be harder than she thought.
But at least now, she thought, Fred knew that Amelia didn't need him nor did she fancy him. As she walked back to her desk she could feel his eyes on her but ignored his heavy gaze.
Finally, she had her last class and was happy the day had come to an end. Even better her last class was Defence Against the Dark Arts with Lupin which was always interesting. She took her usual seat but there was no sign of Katie, she was probably still upset and must have skipped class. Someone had taken a seat next to Amelia, but it wasn't Katie.
"Freshly cut grass and cologne. Wonder who that is?" Fred spoke passive aggressively.
"Even if I knew who it was, I wouldn't tell you." One moment she's only like a little sister to him and the next he wants to know all about her love life. "What is wrong with him," she thought with frustration.
"Why not?" Fred pushed, "seeing as you're my best friend I have a right to know."
"Really? I thought I was just a little sister to you," Amelia snapped back both their tones harsher and louder. It seemed that the class had taken interest in this small argument they were having.
The two didn't realise how loud they had gotten until Professor Lupin said."Ms Whisp and Mr Weasley, detention for interrupting my class." Amelia had always gotten detentions but she did not want to spend the next 2 hours with Fred.
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The Red Head Boy- Fred Weasley
Fanfiction"Her terrible timing resulted in the perfect image: Fred standing there wet. His hair was soaking, and the small drops of water rolled down his cheek and onto his stomach. Amelia's eyes followed the droplet and set her eyes on his lean abs. Those fo...