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Seven by loopyluna
Chapter 7 : The Consequences of an Odd Day
 
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Charisma Price





 

 

I leant over the barrier of the Astronomy Tower, breathing in the cold air deeply. My scarf was wrapped around my neck tightly, the red wool blowing carelessly in the wind. I kicked up my leg, my little black shoes threatening to fall from my feet, for the laces to come undone.

 

I leant out further, both feet off of the ground, hanging on by my forearms. The thick wooden rail was enough to hold a giant, let alone a small seventeen year old girl. The wind took my hair next, swirling it in to every direction.

 

A howl came from the forest, followed by the returning calls of many owls. I bit my lip and squinted my eyes, attempting to pin point the place of the howling. The moon was only half full, but still its light shone down upon the dark grounds. Yet it still did not reach the dark corners of the castle, still people could walk in the shadows unseen.

 

“Dixie!” A deep voice called, arms wrapping around my waist and wrenching me away from the balcony. “Are you mad?”

 

I shook my head. “Only on odd days.”

 

“Such as this day?”

 

“Entirely correct.” I pulled away from Freddy’s grasp and brushed myself off. I brushed my fringe from my eyes and picked up my telescope from the table next to us both. “If you’ll excuse me.”

 

“Dixie, wait.”

 

I ignored his plead and resumed to walk from the Astronomy Tower. My robes brushed the back of my knees; a black hood was pulled up over my head, shielding my eyes.

 

Freddy grasped my arm. “Dixie, what has gotten in to you?”

 

I quickly considered one of many possible crude remarks before settling on a shrug. “Nothing that you would care about.”

 

“I can assure you,” he said passionately. “That I would care.”

 

“The same way that you have been caring for the past week or so?” I sneered. “Yes, you’re a fine specimen of human, Fredrick Weasley.”

 

He tightened the grasp on my arm. He wasn’t letting me go, no matter how hard a pulled against it. “Dixie, calm down.”

 

“Or what?”

 

He had no reply.

 

After six and a half years, he was still at ends as to how to calm me down.

 

He always came up trumps.

 

“If I let go,” he reasoned. “Will you talk to me calmly, we can sit down, play a game of Exploding snap.”

 

I narrowed my eyes. “You just turned my friend upside down infront of most of the school, you don’t listen to what I have to say, you ignore me, shout at me even.” He looked abashed. “What makes you think that you even deserve a moment of my time?”

 

“Because without you, I don’t think it’s worth it.”

 

“Don’t be so dramatic.” I said through gritted teeth. “I could be replaced incredibly easily.”

 

He shook his head. “No Dixie, you see, that is where you are wrong.” I folded my arms across my chest after knocking down my hood. “You’re my best friend, I don’t like not talking, I don’t like the fact that now you are Avery are friends, on top of all of that, how the hell didn’t I find out about it?”

 

“It’s a new thing.” I said politely. “Freddy, it’s lovely that you feel that way…really. But you can’t just expect me to forgive you.”

 

“And I don’t.” He rounded. “I wasn’t here to apologise.”

 

“Well then,” I snapped. “I guess there is no point in my being here – if you grab me again!”

 

“I promise that I won’t.” He said. “But just listen to me.” I felt compelled to at least give him that. “You’re irrational.”

 

“Goodbye.”

 

“Dixie, please.” I turned. Arms folded. “Dix, love. Even if I did apologise to you, you wouldn’t take it.” I knew that he was right. “You’re not a very forgiving person. Besides that, I have nothing to apologise for. You walked away before I could explain myself. Do you honestly think that I would believe the word of others before you?”

 

I blinked.

 

“I would never.” He said. “I was angry at myself that day. Avery didn’t help, but I didn’t want to take it out on you.”

 

“And so you came to the conclusion that avoiding me, shouting at me and being a general twat would solve this anger of yours, did you?”

 

He bit his lip. “Well, I could maybe apologise for that.”

 

“Maybe you could.” After a rather tense moment, I waited for the apology, but it never came. “Freddy, may I ask you a question.”

 

A nod.

 

“Why did you hex Christopher Avery?”

 

He scratched his chin with a slightly smug grin. “He’s Avery, when does he not deserve to be hexed.” My shoulder dropped, he could see this was not the answer I was hoping for. “Ok, ok. I didn’t like the way that he was speaking about Gryffindor…and mphmffp.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized acidly. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

 

“…and you, Dix.” He said. “I didn’t like the way that he was talking to you, about you. It wasn’t right.” I raised a thin brow. “Yes, I realise that I may not be in the best position to be questioning his methods; he’s been apparently nicer to you than I have of late.”

 

I blinked again.

 

“It’s just that, you’re my girl.” He admitted quietly. “James has Charisma, Kyle has Ellie. Drew has any girl that he could want. You’re my choice. I don’t want to loose you.”

 

I held back the decision to point out that he may have his role mixed up with Drew’s. Instead I just bit my tongue hard and look him in the eye. Releasing my teeth I sighed.

 

“I’m not your girl, Freddy. You made that decision along time ago.”

 

He ran a shaky hands through his hair. “Dixie! We have been over this! Your virginity is one of the most precious things that you have. I was stupid; I threw mine away like it was an old test paper. I couldn’t take yours.”

 

My mouth fell open. “I was headed towards, because you would dump me at a party for any other girl. But now that you’ve brought this subject back up again.” He looked like he had been kicked in the stomach. Fred did anything to avoid this moment in our past. On another note, so did I. “You didn’t know at the time that I was a virgin.”

 

“You’re right,” he admitted. “I didn’t. It was never exactly something that we spoke about. But you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to do something with you that I might have regretted.”

 

“Regretted?!”

 

“That was the worse word that I could have chosen in this situation – but yes.” He shouted, his dark eyes taking on another shade of black. They were cold; they held an over-load of emotion, emotion that would pour out if he wasn’t careful. Part of my wanted it all to fall. The other wanted it to disappear, for him to go along with it. “Friendships fall apart over sex.” He said. His voice lowered. “I couldn’t loose ours.” 

 

 

 

 

My eyes drifted over his room once more as he padded back down the hallway of his home. The day had been spent playing Quidditch, family Quidditch. I had watched from the sidelines happily as our friends began to play. Only days before, Charisma had lost her parents, the spark in her eyes she would usually wear had gone. She was a ghost of what she once was.

 

It took a miracle to get a word out of her.

 

The game had taken its toll, she was close to Drew, she was in an argument with James and Ellie and Kyle had simply gone home. Kyle, on the other hand, felt guiltier than most. Why I hear you ask?

 

Because while kidding around, Kyle had borrowed Drew’s beater bat hit a bludger, and knocked Freddy from his broom. They had left an hour ago. I had stayed. This wasn’t unusual, Freddy’s injuries nor my presence at his home.

 

He walked in from the hallway; cottons hung low on his waist, white shirt with an ice pack placed against the side of his head. He groaned and collapsed casually next to me on his bed. I gripped the white sheets as he rolled over.

 

“I hate Quidditch.”

 

“You love Quidditch.”

 

“On occasion,” he rectified, fumbling around with the icepack.

 

I smacked his fingers away. “Come here.”

 

We sat in a comfortable silence, as I replaced his hands on the icepack. He grinned foolishly before looking at me. I raised a brow. I was on my knees, sat to Freddy’s side. He was sat back, leaning his back against the wall behind his bed. It was a small double; it hadn’t changed since he was eleven.

 

His hands placed lightly on to my thigh. As my thumb stroked beside the blue, spongy pack his eyes seemed to close. His hand mimicked the actions of my thumb, affectionately moving. Freddy’s eyes snapped open and his head turned to me.

 

I dropped the icepack. “Freddy, are you alright?”

 

“Do you ever wonder?”

 

“About what?” I asked shortly, leaning over to fetch the pack.

 

He grabbed my wrist, stopping me from moving. I was ready to pull away, to talk to him seriously. Instead he pulled me towards him before crashing his lips onto mine.

 

I didn’t know what he was doing; I didn’t know what I was doing. I simply followed the instinct that Freddy was mirroring and kissed him softly. I had kissed before, but none of it had ever meant anything. Not once. I had never felt as if every inch of my body was rising in temperature, as if my need for him had created a monster.













For the first moment, I was so shocked by his actions I remained like a statue. But the slightly touch of him, the way his hand brushed softly against mine, the way his lips demanded for more, I lost myself completely.

 

My arms wrapped themselves around his neck tightly as I began to match his passion. Out of all kisses, this was the kiss. That one that is unexpected is perfect. It’s the fairytale kiss.

 

After a minute had passed I pulled away. Our lips were so close together I could feel his breath upon my face. I looked in to his dark eyes and I finally understood how all the girls could fall at his feet. I understood it better than anyone; I had always been one.

 

His eyes, the dark orbs were filled with passion and emotion, so full that I could read almost every thought that passed through his mind.

“Freddy, what did you do that for?” I asked. My breath was ragged, my voice hoarse.


 

His thumb lightly stroked my cheek, voice quiet. “I don’t know.”

 

I remained to stare at him; his eyes flittered over my features. The air around us became thick, heavy. He was as surprised as I was when I ran a hand through his hair, pulling off his hat and pressed my lips against his. He licked my bottom lip teasingly as our tongues moved in perfect sync. He tasted like chocolates, so dark, sweet. Forbidden. He was like the chocolate locked away in the top cupboard, your mother’s chocolate - the chocolate that you could never touch.

 

But I was the naughty child with the stool, the one that defies the rules. I climbed on to the chair and picked that lock until it fell from the latch that kept the cupboards together and took that chocolate.

 

My hands moved from his hair to his wait, sliding down his chest with a teasing touch. He grabbed hold of my thighs aggressively, pulling me closer to him. His fingers dug in to my skin as I lifted one leg up and climbed over his thighs and sat down. He took hold of my waist, pulling me further up his legs and towards his waist.


Freddy broke the kiss, I expected him to stop. But he didn’t. Instead he placed soft and passionate kisses down my neck, his tongue teasing my skin. I tilted my head back a little. A quiet moan escaped my lips; this only seemed to encourage his behavior. My hand gripped on to the back of his shirt, my arms not once faltering from their grip. My head was shouting at me to stop, this was Freddy Weasley, I knew this meant nothing to him. But my heart was telling me to continue, screaming it at me.


 

His lips returned to mine and his hands caressed my neck. My hands ran along the hem of his shirt, and roughly tugged upwards. He obliged almost instantly, regretfully letting go of my waist and lifting his arms up as I pulled the thin, white material over his head. He pressed closer towards me as our lips met once more.

 

His hands fell to my waist as he began to unbutton my shirt carefully. At the third button he began to speed up, working faster and faster until I could push it off of my arms and throw it away.

I cupped his face lightly; his dark eyes met my blue ones. His hands tangled in to my loose hair and he pushed his lips towards mine. His hands began to explore my skin that was exposed to him. I felt his toned stomach brush against my skin as I pushed my body against his.


 

His kissed trailed from my lips to my neck, from my neck to my shoulders. He worked his way down to my cleavage, but he stopped. His head rested, on my shoulder, our bodies still touching. I shivered a little at his heavy touch, he whispered my name softly, a contrast to his voice.

 

“What are we doing?”

 

I felt as if I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed him like I needed to breathe. “Do I really need to explain it to you?” I asked quietly. “Freddy, you’ve done this before. Lots’ of times infact.”

 

“Yes,” he said. “But never with you.” His eyes met mine. “I can’t do this Dixie, not with you.” He kissed me once more, on the forehead. “It’s not right.”

 

 

 

 

I was sure that I wasn’t the only one that felt it, that felt the fire. But he didn’t speak a word about it. Not to me, ever again. Since that day I have felt incomplete, as if a part of me was missing. It didn’t take me long to figure it out; his touch.

 

“I can’t wait for the Christmas holidays to come.” I said harshly, watching his face fall. “I can not wait to get out of here.”










 

AN: I hope that you all had a lovely Christmas and New Year - if you celebrate them that is, if not, I hope you had a good break :D

Comments? Was it Freddy that you were expecting, was this chapter what you were expecting at all? Are you seeing any characters in a different light? Do you understand why he did what he did? 

Now that interrogation is over. Thank you for reading!

 


James grinned. “I have Chris, I would never hurt her.”

 

I shook my head. “Of course you wouldn’t. But sometimes people can do things, stupid things…and everything else just falls apart.”

 

“Dixie,” James cooed sweetly and pulled me in tightly for a hug. “Look, Freddy and you are going through a rough patch, you’ll both find your feet soon enough.” I blinked. “I promise. But it will take time to heal, the wounds I mean. Freddy is a man-whore, it’s a fact. But you’re nothing of the sort.”

 

“I’m definitely not a man-whore.”



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