Chapter Ten

                                    

                                          
After months of brief interactions, and probably millions of passionate kisses, Fred told me he was finally able to explain the situation we both were in. My parents were both gone on business, so when we came into my room this time, we were able to talk louder than normally, and I was able to show him around my house. 
                          
We went downstairs and sat in the comfort of my dining room, and I offered to make him dinner as he was able to stay longer this time as well.
                          
I checked my freezer for anything I could easily make, apologizing for not being much of a cook. 
                          
"Mac and cheese okay?" I asked sheepishly, closing the freezer after finding absolutely nothing and grabbed a box of mac from the pantry. 
                          
He laughed. "Yeah, are you gonna need help?" 
                          
I shoved him slightly. "No. They have directions on the side, actually." I flipped the box so it's side with the directions was facing up, and then I looked at Fred and he looked back at me, and we both burst into fits of laughter, acknowledging that I really could only make it because of the simple directions on the side of the box. 
                          
We made small talk, cracking jokes every now and then as I cooked the macaroni for us, along with a salad that I had Fred make for a side. Once we finished, we set the table, and then brought the food out. 
                          
I smiled mischievously, "Wait here for one second." I said, rushing upstairs to check under my bed, which was a bottle of white wine my aunt had secretly bought me as a sweet sixteen gift, and I'd never had a desire to drink it, as there had never been a good setting for it, but now was as good as ever.
                          
I went back downstairs and grabbed two wine glasses from the cupboard, then I headed back into the dining room where I met Fred once again. 
                          
I pulled the bottle up onto the counter and set a glass before him. "What ya think?" 
                          
He grinned. "Are you sure?" 
                          
"Only if you are." 
                          
"Well, I'm sure." 
                          
"Then it's settled." 
                          
I poured us both a glass, and then we started eating. 
                          
"So, you had things you needed to tell me today, right?" I asked, blocking my mouth with my hand as I chewed the quite rubbish food. 
                          
"Oh, yeah," he said, using a napkin to dap up his chin, then he looked at me softly, and reached for my hands. "You've got to have faith in me, okay?" 
                          
I nodded, a feeling of concern flowing through my veins as I gripped his hands back. 
                          
"All of this is a bit... not bad, necessarily, but... different. For you, at least," he said, and I nodded, pressing him to continue. "So, I'm not really from... here." 
                          
I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't understand?" 
                          
"I come from a town called Ottery Saint Catchpole, ever heard of it?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Yeah, that's because I'm not from here." 
                          
"Well, how far is that town from here?" 
                          
"Far." 
                          
"I wish you'd just tell me what's going on, Fred. You're acting so strange." 
                          
"Please, please, don't freak out, okay? And please let me explain, okay?" He said and I nodded again. "You've never heard of that place because it's in the Wizarding World." 
                          
"What—like magic? Like wizards? Wands and that?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together in utter confusion, not sure whether Fred was crazy, or if I was crazy for kind of believing him.