It's just a Scar! {Fred Weasley love story} Mmhmm (7)

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ON WITH THE STORY... ^.^
The shock set in as I realized that Fred didn't move his hand while I simply stared dumbly at it as if it were going to kiss back, or bite me. Poor little Pip-Squeak was looking around, confused enough as it was. Fred's hand slowly pulled off the soft fur of my little kitten. I looked up at him, my jaw hanging from it's place as if it were attached to a noose. As I looked up at Fred I realized that he was a fine shade of scarlet, one that even the face of Ronald would envy. I knew for a fact that my face was in the same shocked state as his, though I couldn't figure out why he was just as perturbed by this as I was. All the same I did the best to shake it off once Pip moved on my lap. Fred looked down at her then back up at me and he did the strangest thing, he smiled, a genuine, one of a kind, Fred Weasley smile. Now you see this worried me slightly. Why didn't he just brush it off, why didn't he crack an annoying joke and move on, WHY in the world didn't he kiss me back?! Oh dear did I really just think that? Oh no this isn't good I'd rather not go down this road again. The rest of the day I tried to forget this little insident while we shopped. Harry Ron and I discussed chess sets. The girls, meaning Ginny, Hermione and I talked about costumes for the Halloween Dance and gowns for the New Years Ball. George and I takled about pranks and such but Fred... No Fred did his best to avoid my gaze, though I was not sure why. All in all the day was fun, but eventful. We all slowly made our way back to the Leaky Cauldron and Flooed back home to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley greated us with a smile, checking to see what we bought, and that nothing the twins and I managed to smuggle in was dangerous. Once the lot of us were approved for saftey and perparation for school we dispursed into our proper rooms. Ron and Harry to the attic, Ginny and Herimione to Ginny's room and Fred George and I to the twins room. Though Fred was still not speaking to me I followed the twins into our designated room and even though Fred and I were not quite on speaking terms I plopped on his bed. He raised an eyebrow at me then sat at the foot of his twin bed. My thought's drifted to the events of the day, some good, some bad, some... well let's not go there right now. All in all it was enjoyable, well... for the most part. The quiet clung to us like stink on a rat as we stood, sat and laid about the room. "So..." I started breaking the akward silence that had sunk in. "Yup" answered George. "Mmhmm" Hummed Fred. "Well we're an exciting lot" I sighed staring at George. George looked slightly uncomfortable when he noticed my persistant gaze. He whiped the corners of his mouth, then flattened his hair before flailing his arms in the air yelling, "WHAT?!" This brought a chuckle out of me, "Nothing" He gave me the evil eye and for the first time since the "incident" I heard Fred laugh. I suddenly had a thought, leaped from the bed, tackled Fred and pinned his arms to the matress. He stared up at me, his face just inches from mine and I swear I heard the door close as George walked away.
Don't cha just love Fred Weasley, I think he's dreamy. Just figured I'd put that out there. Love ya lots! ~Starry PS. Check out my story Just Like Heaven, it's coming along pretty well if you ask me.