The Girl who Survived (Fred Weasley)

CH 50. Strict

~Elodie's POV~

When I woke up, the clock next to Fred's bed indicated that it was half past four in the morning. I tried to close my eyes to go to sleep, but when I thought hours must have passed me by, the clock showed that it was only three minutes. Fred's snores indicated that he wouldn't be up for hours, and I didn't have the heart to wake him simply because I couldn't go back to sleep.

​ Instead I went to my dorm and collected my belongings to take an early shower, but instead of going to the washroom nearest our house I chose to sneak out to the fifth floor Prefect bathroom. The password hadn't been changed since last year which I was most grateful for. I thought about going into the oversized bathtub, but the last time I'd been in there was with Cedric. I wanted to keep it that way. Instead I went into the stall closest which also happened to be the largest with the view of the beautiful mermaid. I turned the water on as hot as it would go, which still didn't feel warm enough.

​ "Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you'll have to look. To recover what we took, But past an hour, the prospect's black, Too late, it's gone, it won't come back," I sang, remembering the song perfectly as I washed the soap out of my hair. I missed taking my walks to visit him every day like I had most of summer. I wondered if Minerva would be able to arrange for me to use the floo from Dumbledore's office so I could go for at least an hour.

​ I rang out my hair, dripping out the excess water. I gave up on trying to warm up after so long and shut the water off. When I exited the stall, the bathroom appeared to be open, but when I rounded the corner to leave, I nearly crashed into another body.

​ "What are you doing here Potter?" Angelina asked me aggressively.

​ "I could ask you the same question," I said sarcastically.

​ "Ron gave me the password. How did you even get in here?" She said once again aggressively.

​ "I've known my fair share of Prefects," I answered vaguely. We both stood there for a moment not sure of what to say to each other. "Headaches a bitch?" I said when she pinched the bridge of her nose.

​ "Good thing you kicked the habit," She said. "Why did you?" She asked.

​ "You're not going to bombard me for the answer this time?" I said to remind her of what she'd just done last night.

​ "Look I— I know it's a shit excuse, but I was really drunk. And when you asked about George, it kind of just set me off," She said trying to explain herself to me. "Katie really ripped into us though. She reminded me that you would never have done anything," She said going on and on.

​ "You should drink some Fizzy bubbly water for the headache," I said before moving around her and heading for the door. I left before she could say anything else and made my way back to Gryffindor house. In my room, I left my belongings on my bed and quietly changed into my uniform before going back to lay with Fred for a bit. He stirred slightly when I put my weight on the bed, but then cured and leaned into me like a little spoon. It was absolutely adorable. Then I felt it again. Taking over all my senses. This feeling, is it love?

​ "Where'd you go?" He asked me in a groggy voice.

​ "Couldn't sleep. I went to take a shower," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his body.

​ "What time is it?" he asked, tucking his arm over mine.

​ "Early. Go back to sleep. I'll still be here," I told him and heard his breathing turn into a light snore. I was at the point where his snoring no longer bothered me, instead it worked to soothe me a bit. As I played with his fingers gently, I saw the vision of us playing in my head again. Still the same patchy flashes, but the same happy faces of the future of us. The part that drove me crazy about this was that it was more of an endpoint. I couldn't see the road that got us there. No matter, even with just this sight I knew more about my relationship than most had the privilege to.