Hello there, my lovelies. It's been a while, hasn't it? Yes, things look different, but what is life without change? Hope you enjoy my return.
Love you all
- The Writer

You hid your bleeding hand in your pocket, the fabric brushing painfully against the fabric. The last thing you needed was to have someone see what Umbridge did to you. The corridors were empty and deadly silent - she decided to keep you well past midnight. Your eyes had trouble adjusting to the lack of light, but you could see nonetheless. You tried to not make a sound, but heavy tears kept pouring down your face, like rivers of pain and misery. The pain felt stinging and hot.

You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs, although it didn't do much help. The paintings stirred from their sleep, grumbled and went back to it. A hand grasped your shoulder. You pulled out of your wand and pressed it into the chest of the person. You could hear them mutter 'Lumos', soft light illuminating your faces. Fiery red hair, a cheeky smirk and handsome eyes greeted you. You breathed a sigh of relief and stepped away from him.

"What are you doing out so late?" You asked. "And where's the other one?"

"George's feeling ill. Didn't want to wake him up." His eyes fell onto your hidden hand. "Bet there's something interesting in there."

"I have nothing."

"Mhm, likely." He moved fast, pulling it out of your pocket before you could stop him. His smile faded. "I must respect my superiors. Bloody hell. Umbridge's gone mad."

You jerked your hand away. "I'm fine."

"You're not a very good liar. You're in Ravenclaw, I'm sure you know that." His eyes moved to examine your face. "Hmm... she made you cry too. That old git. I swear, the next time I see her, it won't be pretty."

"Fred, no." You felt his hand wipe your wet cheeks. "Don't get into any more trouble than you're already in."

He retracted his hand. "At least let me walk with you. Who knows what's lurks around at night."

"Other than crazy redheads?"

He laughed but didn't retort. He didn't say anything. Fred walked beside you in silence uncharacteristically, which makes you uncomfortable. You wished he would say something, but didn't know how to present the idea without sounding weird. You could feel his eyes gaze at you once in a while and maybe his fingers would brush against your back, but he wouldn't speak. You cleared your throat.

Fred smiled when he sensed your uneasiness. To be honest, he thought it would be inappropriate to say something. He didn't want to leave an impression that he was some weirdo. He did admire you in the soft glow of his wand. The first time he ever laid eyes on you was back in second year, when you blew up Lee's cauldron during Potions. It was the funniest thing he had seen that day, and he had been thinking about you ever since.

"What?"

He snapped out of his trance. "Huh?"

"Stop doing that. Stop looking at me."

"Aw, can't a man admire a beautiful damsel?" He spoke in a fancy mocking voice. "Tis quite a fine evening to be with a dame such as yourself, m'lady."

You looked him dead in the eyes. "I will kick you in the crotch so hard, you won't be able to have kids."

He snickered. He felt his own face flush. "Oh, come on now. You wouldn't. How will we have children together, then?"

You punched his abdomen, and he doubled over. "Me? With you? Kids? What, no, I... just shut up."

•••

You were mad. Not just mad at Malfoy, but at Fred and George as well. You heard the end of the Quidditch match, the way the sore loser Malfoy kept running his mouth like a poisoned river. The reason you were mad at the twins is that they gave in to his stupid insulting. To be honest, you would have done the same. Hearing him insult the very being of the Weasleys and Potters was uncalled for. You saw George and Harry attack him, and Fred being held back by Alicia, Angelina and Katie.

Your first instinct was to go down to the field and help them. By the time you arrived, Hooch had just broken them up and Fred has stopped trying to get passed the girls to get to Malfoy. You placed a hand on his shoulder, and his enraged face stared back at you. He was heaving angrily, though he had calmed down at the sight of you.

"Fred." You rubbed his shoulders. "Calm down. You look like you're about to murder someone."

"Oh, once I get my hands on that snake-"

"No, stop it. Don't give yourself a reason to land Umbridge's detention. Trust me, you'll hate it."

His eyes glance at your bandaged hand, feeling extremely guilty. "Sorry." He muttered.

You managed a small smile. "Don't apologise to me."

He turned back to see his brother, Harry and Malfoy being escorted off the field. "I should follow them, make sure Harry and George are ok."

"I'll go with you."

Fred couldn't lie to himself - he was ecstatic when you offered. "Sure."

The walk to McGonagall's office was much like the walk back to the Ravenclaw tower a week ago. Silent and uncomfortable enough to make you on edge. Fred placed his hand over yours, his touch felt slightly cold. You remained calm, or tried to, as you felt your face heat up and your heart hammering in your head. He smirked as he blushed as well.

"So, umm..." You stuttered. "Nice, um, ni-nice weather we're having, huh?"

"Hm?" He looked away for a split second. "Eh, it's alright, I guess."

You cleared your throat. You weren't exactly a conversational type.

"You're in the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, right?"

You looked up at him. "Yeah. Chaser."

"Aw, that means I have to knock you off your broom next time we're against each other. Heads up, I would never hurt someone as beautiful as you."

"Beautiful? I wouldn't say that-"

"Oh, shut it." His fingers traced the lines of your palm, sending shivers through your nerves. "I saw you last year at the Yule Ball. You're beyond beautiful, you're amazing."

"Umm... I don't really know what to say to that..."

"You could start with agreeing to share a cup of Butterbeer with me next time we're at Hogsmeade." He winked.

"I, uh... um... Sure." Your knees felt weak - it was a miracle you didn't fall over. "That sounds nice. It's a date- I mean, it do-doesn't have to be. I mean, whatever..."

He laughed, his hand holding yours now. "You're cute flustered."

You winced. "Ow..."

He looked down and saw that he was gripping onto the hand with the scar. He pulled his hand back, embarrassed, and apologised profusely. You smiled. He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. "Sorry."

You rubbed the rough bandaging and smiled. "It's fine. Honest mistake."

He brushed away a lock from your hair and pecked the side of your head. "You sure?"

Your blushing only increased. "Y-yeah."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and grinned, placing another peck in your cheek. You held back a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he affected you. Fred smiled though, finding himself awaiting the Hogsmeade weekend.

Hehe, this was written in two days, so forgive me. It's quite terrible. Also, i have tumblr. timetobesadness is my main and timetobewriteboy is my sideblog for art and writing.