Jessicas POV ✨

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around before remembering that I was in the boys dorm. I sat up to see that all three of the other beds were empty. I smiled to myself as I remembered how caring the boys were last night, especially Fred.

I got out of bed and made my way towards the door before I was stopped by the sound of someone walking out the bathroom.

"Hey! Leaving without sayin' goodbye were you?"

I turned round to see Fred leaning against the doorframe already dressed for the day. "George and Lee left for breakfast just a few minutes ago. Oh and earlier I asked Hermione to get you some clothes from your dorm. That's it on the edge of my bed." Fred nodded his head towards the pile of clothes neatly piled on his bed along with my shoes.

"Awe thank you Freddie!" I beamed as I picked up my clothing and headed into the bathroom.

"I'll wait for you down in the common room." He spoke from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Okay Freddie I will try not to take too long." I replied while pulling my white plaited skirt up.

After I finished getting dressed, I picked up Fred's brush and did my hair. I love how Fred writes his name on all his toiletries, even his toothpaste.

Here is the outfit:

This is the hairstyle:

I opened the bathroom door, slipped on my shoes and left the boys dormitories gaining a few glances from some people wondering why on earth I was there.

I looked round the common room finally spotting the tall redhead. I waved him over and we began to walk to the great hall in a comfortable silence.

We were walking along an empty corridor when Fred suddenly spoke up. "You know I really regret not talking to you for so long Jess." He stopped and turned to face me.

"I hated every second of you ignoring me, I just hoped, over time, you'd come around. And, you did! And I'm glad. I felt like a part of me was lost without you" I looked up at him, his brown eyes meeting my green ones.

We stood like that for a few seconds just staring into each others eyes, I could smell his scent of cinnamon and gunpowder as I edged closer to him. Fred lifted his left hand and cupped my cheek, our faces now millimetres apart.

"I have a secret to tell you Jess," Fred whispered to me. I could feel his breath warming up my face. "I have wanted to do this for a long time now,"

"Do wha-" I whispered back but I couldn't finish my question as Fred leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I felt like a million fireworks went off inside me and I never wanted it to end. He is such a gentle kisser compared to how Patrick would kiss me. His lips are so soft.

We pulled away slowly and stared at each other before we both burst into fits of giggles. Until someone shouted at us from the bottom of the corridor.

"What the hell Wood! You break up with your boyfriend not even a day ago and are going around snogging the Weasel already?"

We both turned our heads to see Adrien Pucey, one of Patrick's close 'friends'. He marched over to us with a sly grin on his face. "Wait until Patrick hears about this."

"I don't care what Patrick thinks. I'm not his girlfriend anymore and I want nothing to do with him. I'm better without him." I glared at Adrien as he walked closer to me.

"You know what you are? A slut. S-L-U-T. And that's not something you should be proud of."

"Jess, let's just go get breakfast," Fred looked at me then Adrien. I could tell he was resisting the urge to punch him.

"Yeah that's right Weasley, take that fat bitch out of my sight." He waved his hand ushering us to walk away.

That's it. He crossed the line. I am not fat and only Hermione or Ginny can call me a bitch.

I lifted my hand and slapped Adrien straight across the face causing him to stumble back in shock. He then regained his balance and charged at me. But before he could lay a finger on me, Fred tackled him to the ground and punched him in the face.

"You know, I think Jess has one more thing she'd like to give to you." Fred nodded at me and I nodded back. We both watched him slowly stand up before I swung my leg forward and kicked him right in the no-mans-land.

I brushed off my skirt before proceeding to the great hall with Fred. Leaving Pucey stood in the middle of the corridor hunched over with his eyes practically popping out of his head.

We didn't speak a word to each other the rest of the walk, but it was a happy silence, a silence that showed we were happy at what we had just done.

But did that kiss mean anything? Or was it just caused by the heat of the moment?

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