FRED P.O.V.
George and I ran, hand in hand, down the hallways. Our hearts beat in synchronization, our fear and adrenaline propelling us forward. Snape stood outside the door, a slightly softer scowl on his lips. He stared at George and I unblinkingly, waiting for us to ask the fatal question.
"Is Y/n OK?" We asked together. I was surprised how emotional our voices sounded.
Snape sighed heavily, still barricading the door. I stretched a hand out towards the door handle, and Snape drew his wand. I stopped, my hand still outstretched, gazing skeptically at Snape.
"You cannot enter," He said in a monotone voice. I exchanged glances with George. He nodded slightly, and I retracted my hand.
"I think you mean; YOU SHALL NOT PASS," George grumbled at him as we turned away. "Oh, wait, that's Dumbledore's line." Together, we walked out of the hallway and into the next. We dashed behind a portrait and into a musty passage. Dust tickled my nose, and I pinched it. I didn't want to sneeze here.
"I hope Y/n's ok," George said. I patted his shoulder for comfort, trying to remind him that we were in this together.
"I'm worried too. She's probably fine, the teachers here are good at solving problems." I reassured both myself and my brother.
Our footsteps were light, our steps landing together. The cold and dark air seemed to press around us menacingly. "This dust reminds me of ash," George suddenly said. It was blunt, reminding us both of our worries. If Y/n was dead, would she want to be cremated? I pushed away such thoughts, turning my mind to Snape. He was acting strangely. What was he hiding?
Sadness pooled in my gut, but I wasn't quite sure why. I clutched George's hand tighter for support. "She's going to be fine. We're almost there." George whispered, squeezing my hand back.
We lifted a tile on the floor carefully, George poking his head up to look for potential threats. When the coast was clear, he pulled himself out of the floor and extended a hand down to me. With a heave of effort, I was lifted from the ground, sliding the time back into place behind me.
We walked through the empty ward, looking for Y/n. Curtains were open, all the beds empty. Two areas stood, closed off. We paused next to the first area with the curtains closed. George carefully slid the curtain open, hesitating for a moment. I joined him and pulled the curtain completely open.
Our jaws dropped, and we both let out gasps of anguish. "Y/n" I whispered in a horrified voice. George took a careful step toward the bed, not believing what his eyes were telling him.
I also took a step forward, the shock of the situation hit me like a brick.
Y/n was dead.
"No! No! No! No! No! No! You, of all people, can't be dead!" My feet carried me towards the covered body, my fingers itching to pull the black cloth off her face. I wanted to see if it was her, but I was afraid to look. My gut told me she was dead, but my heart refused to believe it.
"Fred," George grabbed my shoulder and pulled me a step backward. I struggled in his grasp. Tears stung my eyes.
"You can't be dead! You can't be dead Y/n! You can't! I didn't even get to say goodbye!" I struggled harder against my brother's grip.
"Fred," He said softly, in a comforting sort of way. That confirmed it in my mind; he knew Y/n was dead.
Tears drifted freely down my face. I wiped aimlessly at my nose to stop the drips. I continued to struggle against George's grip, refusing to believe it was her. I looked toward the cloth in anguish. It didn't matter that we were going to be expelled. She was my second best friend. WIthout her, the troublemaking trio wouldn't be complete.
"She was too beautiful to die! Why of all people did she have to go? I could've saved her! I could've saved her! Y/n! No!" I sank to my knees, George still holding me.
"Fred, this is your conscience speaking. Look behind you," George whispered playfully in my ear. I pushed him off, turning my head to look behind me.
I blinked several times, my heart not believing my eyes. Y/n was standing at the edge of the curtain and waved awkwardly.
"Oh. You're alive," I said quietly.
A goofy grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "You're in here, weeping over a pile of bones, saying it's too beautiful to die, and that's the first thing to come out of your mouth? Yes, I'm alive!" She giggled, twirling, eyeing my tear-streaked face.
Not quite sure why I'd reacted the way I had, she paced towards me and knelt down beside me. Wrapping her arms around me in a hug, she allowed me to bury my face in her neck.
"You smell like cinnamon and dirt," I muttered quietly to her.
"It was apart of my recovery. Apparently, I broke both my arms and my neck from the fall. Thank God that we're not muggles or I'd be dead." She whispered back. "Now, why did you think that was me?"
I nodded into her neck, thankful that she was allowing me to hide my face. I was embarrassed beyond belief. "Um, my nerves convinced me? I'm not sure. What's under the cloth?" I felt like I needed to ask.
"Bones from a body. One of the classes is going to need to identify them and learn how they can do a bone replacement spell." George laughed and started walking away.
I listened to his footsteps determining he was walking towards the door. "I'm so glad you're alive," I whispered to her, removing my face from her neck and giving her a genuine smile. I looked over to the entrance of the curtain to make sure George was gone.
"I'm not going anywhere yet," She whispered back. I nodded, and instincts took over. WIth the relief that washed over me, and the raging hormones in my body, I said something I never thought possible for me to say.
"Can I kiss you?"
Her face instantly darkened. Her cheeks turned pink, and it quickly spread over the rest of her face.
Oooooh! Option time!
OPTION 1: SAY YES
OPTION 2: SAY NO
SCROLL DOWN UNTIL YOU SEE THE BOLD WORDS IF YOU WANT TO READ OPTION 2
OPTION 1 IS RIGHT HERE AT THE TOP AND KINDA HARD TO MISS.
OPTION 1: SAY YES
She nodded slowly, and I leaned forward. I hesitated, waiting for her to give a verbal answer.
"Yes, um, I'd like that," She said quietly. It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it.
Without another moment's hesitation, I leaned forward. My pulse raged in my ears, and my lips touched hers. Gentle as a feather, and eyes barely open, I watched as she leaned into my lips. She peeked one eye open and giggled slightly.
"Why are your eyes open, silly?" She whispered against my lips.
"I needed to aim. It'd be terrible if I asked for a kiss and missed your mouth."
Option 2: say no
She shook her head slowly, it becoming more firm after a moment. "Um, not now. I need to figure some things out first."
I nodded slowly, accepting her decision. "As you wish, Y/n." My voice was quiet and serious. Her face fell slightly, and I felt the need to add a wink. "If you ever change your mind though, let me know. I'd love to tell the entire common room I was kissed by an angel."
She pondered my words for a moment before a cheeky smile dashed across her lips. "I'm not an angel! I cause too much trouble to be one! I'm a demon from the pits of hell."
"OH! SO THAT'S WHY YOU'RE SO HOT!" I exclaimed, forgetting to keep my voice down.
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Bla, Bla, Bla, I had fun writing options and stuff. Flirting galore and sheesh Fred get your act together!
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