Helpless II || Harry Potter

Helpless II || Harry Potter

Par: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: You are one of the students of the Beauxbatons commission and like the others you are determined to win the Triwizard Tournament but instead of the Goblet of Fire, you ended this season at Hogwarts with something better. 

Word Count: 2,0 k  

N / A: This story is based on the Helpless of the musical Hamilton and if you want, I recommend listening to the song along with the lyrics.

Part I

As I had promised, here I am to tell everything that happened after the first Christmas with George Weasley in my life. 

 After Christmas, we returned to Hogwarts, as we would remain there until the end of the Triwizard Tournament and I couldn't be more excited about the course my life had taken, although it wasn't always easy. 

Our classes continued normally in the huge carriage that brought us and I couldn't even think of my notes falling, especially if it reached my parents' ears that the cause of this had been a boy, they would freak out. But who said George would understand this? 

- I promise we will be back in time for you to finish this boring activity of ... what is it? I do not believe that I am being left aside for a potions essay - he said after straightening himself in the chair next to me, but the false disappointment remained on his face. 

- The longer you continue to distract me, the longer it will take me to finish - I replied calmly without taking my eyes off the parchment and I know very well that it bothered him even more. 

- Okay, I tried to do it the easy way but I have no other choice, Miss Aubert - I looked at him with one eyebrow raised as the redhead stretched his arms. 

I didn't expect him to tickle me and even less that we were going to be expelled from the library because we were getting in the way of “who was really there to study”

- Well, now you have plenty of time, don't you? - He smiled and I had the impression that the entire hall lit up, but that didn't change the fact that I was angry. 

- You are unbelievable George Weasley - I started walking faster through the corridors and I could hear his laughter and his footsteps approaching perfectly. 

- And you're going to have to do better than that to get rid of me, love - I felt your arm around my shoulder and I couldn't help smiling.

  - Love? This is new - I noticed the redness running down his cheeks, this is something I don't see often, so I enjoyed the moment as much as possible - everything alright, love? Is it hot? 

- Let's leave these materials in that mega carriage before we go to Hogsmeade - he took my hand and pulled me out into the garden while I laughed a lot. 

This was one of the best days of our relationship, first because from then on he started calling me love and second, because it was our first date, officially. 

A month later, the entire castle already knew about the new couple of the moment and of course, all the Weasleys who studied there were the first to write it down, after all we didn't try to hide anything from anyone. At least he didn't try. 

I could classify my father as a bit of a protector in the best of circumstances, so I vehemently pleaded with Alexia not to comment on this in any of the letters she sent home, and I thought I had managed to keep this topic away from them. 

Two weeks later

In the living room stressin '

- I'm really sorry, I didn't even realize that I told about you guys... they are downstairs - her eyes overflowed with guilt.

- It’s okay Alexia, it was going to happen eventually but I just didn't expect it to be so soon - I left my boyfriend's warm embrace and walked over to my sister, then hugging her too. 

- There is no reason to worry, if there is one thing that a Weasley does well is to conquer, who would resist this charm? - He pointed to himself with a smug smile and then I knew we would be fine, because I know how determined he can be.

My father's serious look poured cold water in my happiness, I always hated that look. When I was a child and I had done something wrong, he would not say anything to me, he just stared at me and then left me grounded, as if he had been too disappointed to speak. The worst feeling my sister and I ever experience is this, knowing that we disappointed them. 

My father's stone-faced

While you're asking for his blessin’

 We both sat on a relatively distant couch while the redhead took control of the situation. I don't know what my parents expected to find, but I'm sure I saw the surprised expression on my mother’s face. At any moment I thought it would be difficult to win her over and he seemed to realize it too. 

The three of them were seated, I couldn't hear anything they were saying and it was making me more nervous every second. 

- I was thinking, what is the worst thing he can do? You are already of age, they will have to accept - my sister insisted and I would agree but my mind had already wandered to the worst possible options. 

Before I could respond properly, they stopped talking and then George came over to our couch with a calm expression. 

- They want to talk to you now,  family stuff etc. I'm going to wait here, okay? - I got up immediately and felt his hand squeezing mine gently before he sat where I was. 

I'm dying inside as you wine and dine

And I'm tryin 'not to cry

'Cause there's nothing that your mind can't do (ooh)

- Why didn't you tell us, honey? Is there anything else we don't know? We have always given you the freedom to speak freely with us - my mother asked, holding my shoulder gently. 

- Because it was too early for that and because I knew you two were going to exaggerate. Was it really necessary to come here for this? - I was trying my best to contain my frustrations or this conversation would change to an agitated discussion. 

- Of course it was, how would I know if this boy is suitable for my daughter? I don't know his family and I try to maintain a good relationship with all the good families here - both my father's voice and his gaze were firm on me. 

- Love, you are a judge. It's a good sign not to know the Weasleys than to know for a bad reason, isn't it? - and for this and other reasons that I love my mom. 

- Well, I suppose so but.. - he was going to keep thinking about excuses for not approving George at all and we both knew that - but, our train leaves in a few hours and I won't spend more time than necessary here, so let's go ahead - she completed getting up and dad looked at her wordlessly. 

My father makes his way across the room to you (ooh)

I panic for a second, thinking, "We're through" (ooh)

- You're absolutely right and that's exactly what I'm going to do now - he too got up and his walk to my boyfriend passed slowly before my eyes. 

- I don't think it was a good idea to press him like that, he didn't even think about it… - I said more to myself than to the woman next to me, but she heard it anyway. 

- He wouldn't do anything to make you sad on purpose, let's just ... - she immediately stopped talking.

But then he shakes your hand and says, "Be true" (ooh)

And you turn back to me, smiling, and

 I could barely believe what my eyes were seeing, my dad shaking hands with the redhead and smiling, as if it hadn't had no problem at any time. Soon after, my parents said goodbye to us and left. 

- I warned you, there's nothing a Weasley can't do - there were a few moments that I saw him with a smile as big as this one. 

- Well, at least this is over and we can go back to normality - I couldn't help but hug him, very relieved.

- And why were you so worried? Your dad was incredibly reasonable, I was expecting something much worse - his hands were running gently through my hair and I could stay like that all day. 

Helpless

Look into your eyes

And the sky's the limit

I'm helpless

- He sure is, but sometimes he also crosses the line a bit. Aren't your parents like that? - I asked resting my chin on his shoulder. 

- Well, my mom may be a little protective, but she will love you, not as much as I do, but it will be enough - I pulled away so I could analyze his face. 

- And do you love me that much? - I didn't even try to contain my smile while asking this, we hadn't said I love you to each other yet, only indirectly.

- Of course, darling - he came closer to me and kissed me, the kind of kiss that speaks more than a thousand words and I didn't have to struggle to understand each one of them. 

Down for the count (hoo)

And I'm drownin' in 'em

Helpless (that boy is mine)

That boy is mine

- It's still early, there's still time to go to Hogsmeade - he said after giving me one last peck and holding my hand.

- Yes, we can meet the others there too - I turned to ask Alexia to go with us, but she was no longer there, so we were completely alone. 

We walked hand in hand the whole way, it turned out that we only met our group of friends at the end of the day, when Fred, Katie, Lino and Angelina entered the Three Broomsticks and joined our table. 

We took the opportunity to tell what had happened that afternoon. After a few hours had passed, I even thought it was funny and everyone made fun of it except Fred, who decided to boast himself with his brother. 

- If you had chosen the handsome twin, this would not have happened, darling. He would just need to take a look to know he wouldn't have found a better man for his daughter - he winked at me before taking another sip of his butterbeer.  

- With a look he would be sure that you are the definition of a problem, which it’s the 100 reason why I don't regret my decisions - I replied with a smirk as everyone laughed, even himself. 

- You hurt me this time, what a cruel woman you’re dating George - he put his hand on his heart and his expression became the most dramatic I have ever seen in my life. 

- Is it a requirement to be quite dramatic to be part of the family, right? At first I thought it was an English thing but I realized that it's just you - again we all laughed and I felt a strong arm go around my shoulders. 

- Don't worry love, in that case you will definitely be accepted  - he was still laughing and it was my turn to put my hands on my heart, I didn't expect a direct attack from him. 

- George Weasley, who said I’m dramatic ?! - I gave his arm a light slap and completely ignored our friends' laughter and Fred's approving smile as well. 

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit

I'm helpless (helpless)

Down for the count and I'm drownin 'in em (yeah)

 The rest of the year brought me many moments like this, it also brought some difficult moments because life is not only made from ups but as we were, most of the time, beside each other, even the worst moments became precious memories, which I would keep with all the esteem in the world. 

There are a lot of things that I couldn't say or that I couldn't put into words at the moment, but even so, I hope he knows the change he has made in me. 

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Yule Ball|| Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader // Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: It's been a year since you had a huge crush on Fred Weasley, but you never had the courage to confess it to the redhead. What will change when the Winter Ball takes place at Hogwarts? 

Word Count: 3.2k 

 The fifth year of Hogwarts couldn't be more confusing and crazy, the students from Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang students had just settled in the Great Hall, when the principal made the announcement that it was going to be the joy / despair of all the girls. That's right, with no middle ground. 

- Along with the Triwizard Tournament, the Yule Ball will also take place, just as it is in tradition - he said calmly as always, with a smile on his face. 

 Professor McGonagall explained the details but my mind was already far away, obviously my case is one of despair, not for lack of confidence but for opportunities. There was only one boy I would like to invite, but how would I do that if not more than one word we have already exchanged? I would not like to go with a stranger, a friend at the very least. 

I was already 5 years old at Hogwarts, why haven't I done anything yet? This is easy, two very simple reasons. We are from different houses, as a Ravenclaw I don't have many Gryffindor friends, unfortunately. It is very comfortable to form a social circle restricted to the home itself and I was a shy child, can anyone judge me ??  

I clearly remember the day I saw him the first time, it was the same day that I got my first Gryffindor friend. 

 I was hurrying up the stairs to the first floor, where the library is. It wouldn't be a surprise to anyone, but this time it was more urgent, it was two weeks before the 4th grade exam season and I didn't feel ready for the Arithmancy exam. 

I had barely stepped into the hall when I heard two excited voices talking, I didn't have to look more than once to find out who they were. The Weasley twins had quickly formed their own fame at Hogwarts, the only ones who didn't like them were the targets of their pranks, I still haven't had that bad luck, and probably their Slytherin opponents. 

It was the first time that I had a chance to see them without a circle of people around wanting to buy their limited products or their own friends around, and I didn't imagine what that little moment would do to me.

Although they were identical, one in particular had caught my attention. I didn't know what his name was and I didn't even have time to ask, as they walked to another corridor, opposite where I was. 

It was his warm smile and bright eyes, that enchanted me at that moment and even though neither was for me, I couldn't forget it and I tried. 

Later that day, I was trying to find a specific Arithmancy book when I noticed Angelina, a gryffindor and a year older than me. Difficult not to recognize since she is also popular, being on the Quidditch team but we never really spoke to each other, until that moment. 

- Are you in 5th year ?? I never saw you in any of the classes - I remember her saying looking at my hand, in which I was carrying an advanced potions book.

- Oh no, I like to advance some subjects when I finish studying - I replied calmly with a small smile as I took my book, right next to her head. 

- So are you good at potions? - she asked looking at me and I just nodded before she continued - and could you help me? It's a little difficult to pay attention to the class, when Fred and Jorge are there - she finished with a giggle, as if remembering something. 

From then on, we met at the library when they had no training and during those two weeks we got close enough, but not to the point of mixing our social circles and going out together. 

 I turned to face Angelina, even though she was away she met my gaze and smiled, she knew I felt something for Fred Weasley but I never said how deep those feelings were or she would have managed to help me a long time ago. 

I noticed that she made one of the signs that we invented to communicate when we were far from each other, that one meant that we were going to talk later in my dorm and I just nodded before I started eating. Too bad I didn't notice the attention of a certain redhead, because of my silent conversation with the girl.

 In the months that followed, because Harry's name came out in the Goblet of Fire and the first task was around, the atmosphere became extremely tense within the school and the animosity with the ball cooled. People commented on all sorts of nonsense and I did what I could when something like that happened in my presence, because it bothered me a lot. The whole school was against Harry, basically and I had made it clear that it was ridiculous, even though I didn't know the boy well. 

Because of that, I ended up getting away from some friends who disagreed with me and thought that Potter wanted to get attention again, but the good part is that I ended up spending a lot more time with Angelina in the Gryffindor Common Room, she always told me the password although the Fat Woman didn't like it that much. 

Today is Saturday and one of those days, I left my dormitory early because I had nothing to study and walked unhurriedly through the almost empty corridors. It seems like a rule, teenagers don't leave bed before 9 am. I saw the girl alone in the middle of the Gryffindor table so I walked right over there, sitting next to her. 

- Good morning Angie - I greeted with an excited smile while taking a look at the already full of food table  

- You dreamed of the 10 N.O.M.S. today, didn’t you? - she smiled at me before completing - or was it with a certain someone? 

I felt my face heat up as she laughed at me, the mornings when we are in a good mood usually start with these morning teasing and then we move on to the same topic…

- When are you going to invite Fred to the Ball? You know that when it comes to perceiving feelings, he is slow - she insisted just like every day that I should do something.

- He must have been invited already, It’s almost a month away- I gave her my most common answer, there are some days that I say I would invite him, but that never happened. 

- He is still available but at some point he will be not! Do you really want to see him dancing with another girl? - She looked at me defiantly even knowing the answer.

- If I promise that this time I will ask him to come with me, will you let me eat in peace ?? - I asked, holding her gaze and received a satisfied smile in return. 

 Sometimes I didn't even understand the reason for all this nonsense, at times I just wanted to be able to confess my feelings and if I was rejected, I would just move on. But then I got close to him and couldn't, at least that way I had hope. The gryffindor in me will have the courage today, thanks to Angelina and my stupid promise. 

Gradually the students arrived and among them were our friends. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olivio Wood and Lino Jordan. Soon the trio, Harry, Hermione and Ron came down and then Fred and Jorge with the usual good humor. 

- Good morning girls - they both winked at us at the same time with a smile from someone who’s up to no good.

- Good morning - we answered together but with different reactions, Alícia simply ignored it, I controlled myself not to blush and Angelina just smiled more.

 Fred sat two chairs to the left in front of me and Jorge beside him, there was no way I could talk to him during breakfast and I thanked him for it, but I regretted it soon after.  

- And haven't you became a man yet to ask someone to the Ball, Ron ?? - I heard Fred's super discreet voice, interrupting my conversation with Lino.

 Obviously everyone there turned to pay attention, the teasing between them was always fun, especially in the morning. 

- You didn’t ask anyone too, where's YOUR courage Fred? What are you afraid of ?? - I never had seen Ronald Weasley with such a satisfied smile on his face or an expression so outraged on the elder. 

- I'll show you the courage, look and learn Ronald - he had made a point of getting up and I held my breath when I saw him looking in my direction, it couldn't be ...

- Hey Johnson, do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me? - He asked without realizing my expectations and a piece of my heart breaking after that. 

 She replied an yes after looking at me quickly, I didn't mind her accepting it. They are friends and I already knew that she wanted to go with Jorge, the reason why she had not accepted any invitation until now. I had already thought about what it would be like if this situation happened, in my head it was much worse. 

The next few days followed with little change about Fred, at all times if I could avoid him, I would. Not out of anger or anything, I wanted to take my focus off him. I had declined 2 invitations because I hadn't imagined myself with another guy, and that was going to end. 

Alicia and I had just returned from London, we went to look at some new dress options, as many girls would go to the witch shops nearby. We barely stepped into the Great Hall when Hermione walked out furious and a little upset, she didn't even greet us as she always did.

- What did you do to make her so upset ?? - I asked facing Harry and then Ron, before sitting down next to Harry.

- I just said that she could come with one of us to the Ball - explained the redhead while devouring the food on his plate.

- Now? It’s a month away, I would have been angry too - they both looked at me without understanding and I had to take a deep breath - you don't understand anything about girls, do you?

- She felt like the last option, nobody would like to feel that way, obviously, you should have invited her long before - Ali replied without patience, while the realization seemed to hit their faces. 

 Ron seemed to reflect for 3 seconds before eating again as if nothing had happened, so there were only the three of us left to talk.  

- And your partner Harry? Mcgonagall is going to freak out if you have to open the Ball alone - I commented while getting me some soup. 

- I haven't found the right girl yet ... - he replied a little uncomfortable and looked to the side as if he had remembered something. 

- Not wanting to intrude, but already intruding, you two could go together. Just as friends - she completed as soon as she saw the boy look at us petrified but relaxed shortly thereafter.

- No problem for me, I was thinking about not going, but at least it could be fun - I spoke with a small smile and he nodded. 

 For the rest of the month, I ended up getting closer to him and consequently to the most unbearable couple that ever existed. I love Hermione and Ron, but how can two people be so stubborn? I don't know, it's a mystery but at the same time, it was good entertainment and I managed to disconnect from my feelings for Fred. 

It was getting close to the time to start the Ball and I had barely stopped to think that I would be forced to deal with Angelina and Fred dancing together, even though I had never been jealous of the two before, the scene didn't seem pleasant. 

I took one last look in the mirror analysing my dress, a long red velvet dress with sleeves and a slit up to my thigh that defined my body in the right measure. I was feeling incredibly beautiful the way I was and nothing could ruin my good mood, not even my unrequited crush. 

I agreed to meet my friends near the stairs and there they were, Hermione in a pink pretty dress talking to Vítor Krum further away, Ron was about to explode at any moment and Harry, as usual, seemed to be trying to find an excuse to get out of there and I preferred to help with that. . 

- Hi boys - I said quietly standing on the first step of the stairs and as they had their backs to me, they jumped and I couldn't help laughing.

- You can't come like this and scare others, I almost had a fit… - the redhead put his hand on his heart dramatically, it seems that the hatred has vanished too.

- Everyone will go down the stairs, you should be gossiping in a more discreet place. It's about Hermione again, right? - I asked shamelessly without caring about the complaints about my comment. 

- And why would I waste my time talking about a traitor? - his face went from white to red in a few seconds, it seems that the anger had returned.

- I only know one thing, we can't be late, right Harry ?? In fact, I need to talk to you quickly - I didn't even let him agree and I pulled his arm and walked to a spot nearby without anyone

- Did something happen? - he said while adjusting his glasses and I just denied it with a smile, making him even more confused. 

- I just wanted to give you a break from Hurricane Ronald Weasley but if you want to go back there, I don't mind - I said looking behind his shoulder and there it was, a clear image of the redhead fighting with an innocent student.

- In fact, a few minutes without having to listen to his rudeness is great, not that he's a bad friend, but sometimes it's a little ... too much - he replied with a small smile of thanks.  

 We talked for a few more minutes before Mcgonagall officially announced the start of the party, where we would have to dance first. We had rehearsed a few times, so we weren't ashamed, although I wanted to laugh at the memories that came to mind and I could see the same in Harry's eyes. 

After that moment, the other champions also danced with their partners and then the party really started. I preferred to avoid dancing more than necessary, because that would be shameful but it doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. 

I was sitting at a table with Harry and Ron because apparently his partner was not very happy, but I decided not to go into that. Until I see Angie approach and place her hand on my bare shoulder.

- Can we talk for a moment?? - She said and by her expression, it seemed to be important. 

 I nodded and as the two continued talking to each other, I preferred not to interrupt and just went with the older girl to a corner with fewer people. 

- Did something happen? - I asked calmly and noticed that she looked towards the direction where Fred and Jorge were with another girl.

- Yes, I already knew it would be a complete mess, since you wanted to come with one person and I with another, but I think you can fix it in time - she said looking back at me.

- I don't know Angie, just with a Time-Turner and a little bit of luck, then I would be able to ask him to come with me. 

- It was wrong but I just overheard him saying something to Jorge, he said he wanted to invite you. I was noticing for a while, I was pretty sure he liked you and I just had the proof - she said with a small smile and then immediately took my hand and continued - I don't want to see you two suffering.

 I barely knew what to say so I preferred to demonstrate it in the best way I could, that is, with a hug even though it wasn't much of a hug most of the time. 

- Thank you for telling me but I think I'll be forced to steal your date now - I replied with a small smile and stepped back from her. 

- Someday I'll forgive you for that, but this conversation is for later - she winked at me and walked away to the other side of the party. 

 I took a deep breath and as soon as I looked back in the direction where the twins were talking, I realized that there was no one there anymore and I couldn't help being disappointed. 

- Looking for me, love?? - a voice well known to me spoke at a minimum distance from my back and I immediately turned around.

- Actually, yes, but you came here, so it must be important - I replied with a smile without being affected by his proximity, since it was not uncommon for him to try to frustrate me with this type of provocation.

- Since when is something I have to say unimportant ?? - he spoke in an indignant voice but his smile denounced him - let's go for a walk, what do you think? It’s too full here - he said and then held my hand, how could I refuse such a request? 

 I just nodded and then we left the Hall, walked, still holding hands, to the garden. I am sure that did not fail to pass through the attentive eyes of my friends, but it was not the time to think about that. 

- I know we've only really known each other this year - he started talking and then stopped walking - but I really started to like you a lot - his voice were softer and even a little uncertain. 

- Of course, we all became fast friends - I replied with a satisfied smile, maybe it was mean but I was loving this moment and I didn't want it to end so quickly.

 He looked away and took a deep breath before looking back into my eyes with a lighter expression.

- You're having fun, aren't you? It's pretty funny, isn't it? - He asked and I could see his eyes shine, the kind of glow that appears when he has just made a prank. 

- Yes I am. How could I not be when I left Fred Flirt Weasley frustrated? - I replied holding the desire to laugh, for the situation and the new nickname I invented. 

- I had a much more fun idea, love, you'll like it - he said confidently.

 Before I could ask what it was, one of his hands found my face and the other on my waist, pulling me closer. A second later we were giving our first kiss, the first of many to come.

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The First Meeting ||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x You

Summary: Your life takes a 360º turn when you discover that you are a witch and that you are going to study and live in a world completely different from yours. In the midst of so much change, you meet a boy who is feeling the same. 

Word Count: 2.4k

N / A: This is the first fanfic that I am posting on Tumblr, so it would be very important to me if you leave your opinion here and also English it's not my first language, if I made a mistake, I'll like to know and correct it.

 The day started rainy, which is not surprising considering that I am in England, more specifically in the city of London. However, I, as an immigrant from hot lands, consider rainy days bad luck, because something always happens wrong. 

And to my despair, today was supposed to be perfect. 

It was only a month ago that I discovered to be a witch and for my happiness, it has nothing to do with pointy noses and pure evil. Apparently the only similarity is the hats, since in the two moments I was around real wizards, I saw several people wearing them.

 My family, for the most part, being a completely devout Catholic, did not accept my new reality so well, not to say it was hell on Earth. In short, if I went, I wouldn't be able to set foot in the house again, as they weren't going to house a sinful witch. 

That bearded gentleman was kind enough to help me find another place to stay, while my parents would think better of it. Although I was unable to thank him or at least speak after being expelled from my home, or old home.

I've been staying at the Leaky Cauldron ever since, but because of the latest events in my life, I just went out to buy the materials. Being a witch had cost me a lot and I wasn't ready to face that until yesterday. It took me a long time to decide whether to go to Hogwarts or not, but now the certainty that I made the right choice was growing in my chest. 

 Right after having breakfast at one of the bar tables, I waited seated by the person in charge who would accompany me to Kings Cross station, where I was supposed to catch a train. I knew about it the same day that I discovered the magical world but only today I was anxious for that. I must admit that I imagined that we would fly, obviously all the stories lied to all the non-magical children on Earth.  

A few minutes later, a man in a turban appeared through the door and walked towards me, his expression showing no particular emotion when entering or even seeing me sitting, but what scared me was the fragility and fear in his voice.

- Miss Garcia, good morning, are you ready to leave? - He leaned on one leg while looking around worriedly. 

- Yes sir .. is everything ok ?? The bathroom is on that side - I knew it was inconvenient but I couldn't hold my curiosity as I watched his expression change.

- It will be a short trip but we must go now, to not risk losing the train, let's go - his posture was suddenly rigid and his face looked shaken but this time, I kept my thoughts to myself.

 At least he was kind enough to help me with the two suitcases, which were quite heavy due to the amount of books that were inside, I got some History of Magic extra books to learn more about that world. 

And he was not wrong, the path was fast despite the light rain and wet streets. We didn't talk beyond the formalities, I just found out that he is one of my teachers that year, Professor Quirrel and nothing else.

As soon as my feet took a step into the station, the man said goodbye with a nod and left to go his own way with a weird expression, but I didn't care about that for more than 2 seconds. 

I took a deep breath and started to walk following the small crowd of people who would possibly go to work in another city, since I didn't know the way to the platforms. Honestly, I didn't think it would work until I saw the license plate numbers, and I quickly hurried on, because mine was ahead. 

- 7 ... 8 ... 9 ... 10 ?? - I stopped walking at the same moment I realized that mistake, there was nothing between 9 and 10 - I don't believe it ... 

 I stood leaning against a wall looking around as if looking for someone, but in fact I wanted to find a miracle or at least an angel who could tell me what to do in that situation. 

Millions of thoughts crossed my mind within 2 minutes, most of them negative, until something drew attention out of my despair, or rather, someone. A red hair had just gone through the wall, it was so fast I could hardly believe my own eyes. 

Two more people did the same before I managed to close my mouth and walk over there, in shaky, uncertain steps. They hadn't noticed me and I thanked them mentally for it, because I wouldn't be able to pronounce a single right word. The good news is that they were certainly wizards, by the way they dressed and the most logical conclusion is that they would know the right way. 

 I waited for everyone to cross to get closer to that wall, I couldn't hear the conversation but I noticed that the right way to enter is to run. Again I took a deep breath and looked around to see if anyone was noticing me, with the station full, my answer came as a quick no. 

 I closed my eyes and ran about three short steps until I felt a sensation unlike anything I had felt so far. The stone wall seemed to have turned into a wind wall and I easily managed to get to the other side. I immediately opened my eyes after hearing the sound of a train and when looking to the side, there he was. The Hogwarts Express was written right in front of the locomotive.  

 It only took me 10 seconds to notice the difference, the clothes were definitely different and there was an absurd amount of children and teenagers, as I was walking closer to the train entrance, more people were showing up, in a way I didn't know how to explain.  

 The trip was smooth to Hogwarts, I found an empty car as soon as I arrived but soon the seats were being filled and I ended up sharing my cabin with two more girls, I soon noticed that they were sisters and that was the initial topic of our conversation. They were nice and helped me get into the current context of the wizarding world, explaining the basics about Hogwarts as well. 

- And he's here, the boy who defeated you-know-who's going to study with us! - the oldest of the brunettes spoke excitedly with a huge smile on her face. 

- One of my friends told me earlier that she met him in the hall, what is he like? - the youngest asked even knowing that none of us would know the answer. 

 This topic remained for a while, until they decided to take a walk on the train while I read, enjoying some quiet time. Honestly, I wouldn't like to be in this boy's shoes, not only because of the tragedies in his life, but also because of the amount of attention, comments and theories about him.

But I cannot deny it, I would like to meet him, who would not be curious after everything that was being commented on? 

 People got in and out of the car where I was sitting and I tried to have a decent conversation with everyone, but then when two older students came to tell us that we should change clothes, as we were arriving. I preferred to wait because a hurried crowd of students wanted to go first, so I ended up being one of the last to get dressed, but one of the first to leave the train. 

 All the way the view had been impressive but nothing had prepared me for the vision I had when I approached the lake, where we were supposed to go. It was dark and it wasn't raining, the moonlight reflected on the water of the Black Lake like a mirror and I was almost sad to see that we were going to cross by boat, because that image would be blurry. 

I could only see the outline of the huge castle on the other side, but it was enough to see all the splendor of that place and for a few seconds I was paralyzed absorbing the beauty of everything around me, until a voice brought me to reality. 

- Only 4 people on each boat, kids! - I glanced at the giant man, who was talking animatedly to some students, before I sat down in an empty space.

 As soon as we reached the other side, we gathered in a small group on the castle entrance stairs to hear one of the teachers. I remained behind and silent as I was paying attention, until I saw someone passing by and right after I felt a foot stepping on top of mine for several seconds. 

- Hey! Can't you see I'm here ?? - I said indignantly but as low as possible looking at the red-haired boy beside me.

- I ... I'm sorry, I didn't see you - he replied without even looking at me, his face turning as red as the color of his hair.

 I thought about replying but as the teacher was still talking, I just preferred to nod, accepting the apology. Only then did I realize that I caught the attention of two more students, a curly haired girl who cast a disapproving look at the redhead but smiled at me gently and at another dark haired boy, who noticed my gaze and shifted his look to the other side immediately. 

 It didn't take more than 15 minutes before we were inside that incredible hall, instead of a concrete ceiling just like outside, above my head was the most beautiful starry sky I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, with floating candles to complete the view. To my relief, it didn't seem like a common thing for most first year students, who talked quietly among themselves so I didn't look like an idiot admiring alone. 

We were instructed to stay in a queue, I had no idea what was going to happen so I was distracted looking at the stars, which never seemed so achievable until that moment. I wish I could go up there and take at least one, but it would be impossible. 

 We walked slowly until we stopped in front of the other students, who were spread out over 4 tables, my eyes never left the illuminated sky and as a result, I didn't notice that I was too close to the boy in front of me.

I got my first embarrassing moment of the year in less than 10 minutes, because I stepped on the cover of the boy in front of me. All the consequences of that went by very quickly before my eyes. In a second I was out of balance and fell, but that's not the worst part. I accidentally pulled his cloak back, the boy fell out of balance and fell with me, his back to me. It hurts, too much. No more than the weight of my humiliation and shame, but it still hurts.

 My face took on a pinkish tinge as I silently prayed that no one noticed, but that's not what happened. Today was definitely not my lucky day. I could hear half the room laughing and half whispering, so I knew for sure that I had made a big impression on people and a bigger one on the Hogwarts floor. 

- Sorry ... I was distracted - I spoke as quietly as possible looking at the ceiling and again at him.

 He didn't look at me for more than 2 seconds before looking away in that same direction and back to me again. His nod was minimal but noticeable and he soon stood up, which I had forgotten to do in those few seconds.

 What surprised me more than anything in the last month was his hand extended to help me, it didn't take me long to accept the help and so I got up and straightened my clothes trying not to show shock. This was an act of kindness that I couldn't expect from my brothers, considering how angry they would be in a situation like this, but other than shame, I couldn't see a hint of anger in his green eyes. 

- I'm really sorry ... - I said again, loud enough that only he could hear me. 

 The director had called everyone's attention, so most had stopped laughing although that redhead from before just stopped after the mini punch that the brunette gave him. 

- It's okay, it will just be another reason for people to talk about me behind my back - he gave me another small smile on the side but his tone was not the happiest. 

- And why?? I don't know who you are - I was curious because I had not met anyone important in the magical world until then.

 I could see a flash of surprise in his expression but before he could answer me, the names started to be called and little by little the children walked to the stool, where the hat was placed on their heads. After that he didn't answer me, no one else had the courage to say a word because they were very anxious to get their turn and also curious, like me, to know which house the famous Harry Potter would go to. 

- Potter, Harry - called the teacher with a serious but serene expression and a different look in her eyes. 

 From then on, the students' not-so-low whispers started again and I, who was already at the Hufflepuff table, could only be surprised to notice that the boy I dragged to my shame was actually Harry Potter himself. I didn't have the courage to look at him for more than 5 seconds, because again the embarrassment consumed me but this time harder. I only looked at him again when the Gryffindor table radiated in cheers and laughter as soon as he was drawn there and then our eyes met for the last time that night.

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Baile de Inverno|| Harry Potter

Par: Fred Weasley x Você//Harry Potter x Você

Sumário: Faz um ano que você tem um crush enorme em Fred Weasley, mas nunca teve coragem de confessar isso para o ruivo. O que vai mudar quando o Baile de Inverno acontecer em Hogwarts? 

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  O quinto ano de Hogwarts não poderia estar sendo mais confuso e maluco, as estudantes de Beauxbatons  e os estudantes de Durmstrang tinham acabado de se acomodar no Salão Principal, quando o diretor fez o anúncio que ia ser a alegria/desespero de todas as garotas. Isso mesmo, sem meio termo. 

- Junto ao Torneio Tribruxo, também acontecerá o Baile de Inverno, assim como está na tradição - ele disse calmamente como sempre, com um sorriso no rosto. 

 A professora McGonagall explicou os detalhes mas minha mente já estava longe, obviamente o meu caso é de desespero, não por falta de confiança mas sim de oportunidades. Só tinha um garoto que eu gostaria de convidar, mas como eu faria isso se nem mais de uma palavra nós já trocamos? Eu não gostaria de ir com um estranho, um amigo no mínimo. 

Eu já tinha 5 anos dentro de Hogwarts, por que não fiz nada ainda? Essa é fácil, dois motivos muito simples. Somos de casas diferentes, eu como uma corvina não tenho muitos amigos grifinórios, infelizmente. É muito cômodo formar um círculo social restrito à própria casa e eu era uma criança tímida, alguém pode me julgar??  

Eu lembro claramente do dia que o vi pela primeira vez, foi o mesmo dia que consegui a minha primeira amiga grifinória. 

 Eu estava caminhando apressada pelas escadas até o primeiro andar, onde fica a biblioteca. Não seria surpresa para ninguém mas dessa vez era mais urgente, faltavam duas semanas para a época de provas do 4º ano e eu não me sentia pronta para a prova de Aritmancia. 

Mal tinha colocado os pés no corredor quando ouço duas vozes empolgadas conversando, não precisei olhar mais de uma vez para saber quem eram. Os gêmeos Weasley tinham formado sua própria fama rapidamente em Hogwarts, os únicos que não gostavam deles eram os alvos de suas brincadeiras, ainda não tive esse azar, e provavelmente seus adversários da Sonserina.

Era a primeira vez que tive chance de vê-los sem uma roda de pessoas ao redor querendo comprar seus produtos limitados ou seus próprios amigos por perto, e eu não imaginei o que esse pequeno momento iria causar em mim.

Embora fossem idênticos, um em específico tinha me chamado atenção. Eu não sabia dizer qual era o nome dele e nem tive tempo de perguntar, pois eles passaram andando para outro corredor, oposto a onde eu estava. 

Foi o sorriso caloroso dele e os olhos brilhantes, que me encantaram naquele momento e mesmo que nenhum dos dois tenha sido para mim, não consegui esquecer e eu tentei. 

Mais tarde naquele dia, eu tentava achar um livro específico de Aritmancia quando reparei em Angelina , grifinória e um ano mais velha do que eu. Difícil não reconhecer já que ela também é popular, estando no time de quadribol mas nunca nos falamos realmente, até esse momento. 

- Você está no 5º ano?? Eu nunca te vi em nenhuma das aulas - me lembro dela dizer olhando para minha mão, na qual eu carregava um livro de poções avançado.

- Ah não, eu gosto de adiantar algumas matérias quando acabo de estudar - respondi tranquilamente com um pequeno sorriso enquanto pegava meu livro, bem ao lado da cabeça dela. 

- Então você é boa em poções? - ela perguntou me olhando e eu apenas concordei com um aceno antes dela continuar - e você poderia me dar uma ajudinha?? É um pouco difícil prestar atenção com Fred e Jorge lá - ela completou com uma risadinha, como se lembrasse de algo. 

A partir daí nos encontrávamos na biblioteca quando não tinham treinos e durante essas duas semanas nos aproximamos bastante, mas não ao ponto de misturarmos nossos círculos sociais e sairmos todos juntos. 

 Me virei para encarar Angelina, que mesmo estando distante encontrou meu olhar e sorriu, ela sabia que eu sentia alguma coisa por Fred Weasley mas nunca disse o quão profundo esses sentimentos eram ou ela já teria dado um jeito de me ajudar há muito bem atrás. 

Reparei que ela fez um dos sinais que inventamos para nos comunicar, aquele quis dizer que íamos conversar mais tarde no meu dormitório e eu apenas assenti antes de começar a comer. Pena que eu não notei ter chamado a atenção de um certo ruivo, por causa da minha conversa silenciosa com a garota.

Nos meses que se seguiram, por causa do nome do Harry ter saído no Cálice de Fogo e a primeira prova estar por perto, o clima ficou extremamente tenso dentro da escola e a animosidade com o baile esfriou. As pessoas comentavam todo tipo de absurdo e eu fazia o que podia quando algo desse tipo acontecia na minha presença, porque me incomodava muito. A escola toda estava contra o Harry, basicamente e eu tinha deixado claro que aquilo era ridículo, mesmo não conhecendo o garoto direito. 

Por causa disso, acabei me afastando de alguns amigos que discordavam de mim e achavam que Potter queria chamar atenção mais uma vez, mas a parte boa é que acabei passando muito mais tempo com Angelina no Salão Comunal da Grifinória, ela sempre me dizia a senha embora a mulher gorda não gostasse tanto assim. 

Hoje é sábado e um desses dias, saí cedo do meu dormitório pois não tinha nada para estudar e caminhei sem pressa pelos corredores praticamente vazios. Parece que é uma regra, os adolescentes não saem antes das 9 da manhã da cama. Vi a garota sozinha no meio da mesa da Grifinória então caminhei direto para lá, me sentando ao seu lado. 

- Bom dia Angie - cumprimentei com um sorriso animado enquanto dava uma olhada na mesa já cheia  

- Sonhou com os 10 N.O.M.S hoje, é? - ela sorriu para mim antes de completar - ou foi com um certo alguém? 

Senti o meu rosto esquentar enquanto ela ria da minha cara, as manhãs em que estamos de bom humor geralmente começa com essas provocações matinais e depois seguimos para o mesmo tópico…

- Quando você vai convidar o Fred para o baile? Você sabe que em relação a perceber sentimentos, ele é lento - ela insistiu assim como em todos os dias que eu fizesse alguma coisa.

- Ele já deve ter sido convidado uma hora dessas, falta quase um mês - dei a minha resposta mais comum a ela, em alguns dias eu dizia que iria convidá-lo, mas isso nunca aconteceu. 

- Ele está disponível ainda mas em algum momento não vai estar mais! Você realmente quer ver ele dançando com outra garota? - ela me olhou desafiadoramente mesmo sabendo a resposta.

- Se eu prometer que dessa vez eu vou chamar ele para ir comigo, você me deixa comer em paz?? - eu perguntei segurando o olhar dela e recebi um sorriso satisfeito em troca. 

 Às vezes nem eu compreendia o porquê de toda essa enrolação, em alguns momentos eu só queria poder confessar os meus sentimentos e se eu fosse rejeitada, só ia seguir em frente. Mas então eu chegava perto dele e não conseguia, ao menos assim eu tinha esperança. A grifinória em mim vai ter a coragem hoje, graças a Angelina e a minha promessa idiota. 

Aos poucos os alunos foram chegando e entre eles estavam nossos amigos. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olívio Wood e Lino Jordan. Logo desceu o trio, Harry, Hermione e Ron e em seguida, Fred e Jorge com o bom humor de sempre. 

- Bom dia garotas - os dois piscaram para nós ao mesmo tempo com um sorriso de quem acabou de aprontar.

- Bom dia - respondemos juntas mas com reações diferentes, Alícia simplesmente ignorou, eu me controlei para não ficar vermelha e Angelina só sorriu mais.

Fred sentou duas cadeiras para a esquerda à minha frente e Jorge ao lado dele, não tinha jeito algum de falar com ele durante o café da manhã e eu agradeci por isso, mas me arrependi logo depois.  

- E você não virou homem ainda para chamar alguém, Ron?? - ouvi a voz nada discreta de Fred falar, interrompendo a minha conversa com Lino.

Obviamente todos ali viraram para prestar atenção, a implicância entre eles sempre era algo divertido, principalmente pela manhã. 

- Você não tem um par também, cadê a SUA coragem Fred? Está com medo de levar um não?? - eu nunca tinha visto Ronald Weasley com um sorriso tão satisfeito no rosto e nem uma expressão tão indignada no mais velho. 

- Eu vou te mostrar a coragem, olhe e aprenda Roniquinho - ele tinha feito questão de se levantar e prendi minha respiração ao vê-lo olhar na minha direção, não podia ser...

- Ei Johnson, quer ir ao Baile de Inverno comigo? - ele perguntou tranquilamente, sem perceber as minhas expectativas e um pedaço do meu coração se quebrando.

Ela respondeu que sim depois de me olhar rapidamente, eu não me importei dela aceitar. Eles são amigos e eu já sabia que ela queria ir com Jorge, por isso não tinha aceitado nenhum convite até agora. Eu já tinha pensado em como ia ser se essa situação acontecesse, na minha cabeça foi bem pior. 

Os próximos dias seguiram com poucas mudanças em relação a Fred, em todos os momentos se eu pudesse evitá-lo, eu evitava. Não por raiva ou qualquer coisa do tipo, eu queria tirar o meu foco dele. Eu tinha recusado 2 convites porque não tinha me imaginado com outro cara, e isso ia acabar. 

Eu e Alícia tínhamos acabado de voltar de Londres, fomos olhar algumas opções novas de vestidos, pois muitas meninas iriam às lojas bruxas por perto. Mal pisamos no Salão Principal quando Hermione passou furiosa e um tanto chateada, nem nos cumprimentou como sempre fazia.

- O que vocês fizeram para deixar ela tão aborrecida?? - perguntei encarando Harry e depois Ron, antes de me sentar ao lado de Harry.

- Eu só disse que ela poderia acompanhar um de nós - explicou o ruivo enquanto devorava a comida no seu prato.

- Agora? Falta um mês, eu também teria ficado brava - ambos me olharam sem entender e eu tive que respirar bem fundo - vocês não entendem nada sobre garotas, não é?

- Ela se sentiu a última opção, ninguém ia gostar de se sentir assim, é óbvio, deveriam ter convidado ela muito antes - Ali respondeu sem paciência, enquanto a realização pareceu atingir o rosto deles. 

O ruivo pareceu refletir por 3 segundos antes de voltar a comer como se nada tivesse acontecido, então sobrou apenas nós três para conversar.  

- E o seu par Harry? A Mcgonagall vai surtar se você tiver sozinho para abrir o Baile - comentei enquanto pega um pouco de sopa para mim. 

- Eu não achei a garota certa ainda… - ele respondeu um pouco desconfortável e olhou para o lado como se tivesse lembrado de alguma coisa. 

- Não querendo me intrometer, mas já me intrometendo, vocês podiam ir juntos. Apenas como amigos - ela completou assim que viu o garoto nos olhar petrificado mas relaxou logo em seguida.

- Não tem problema para mim, eu estava pensando em não ir, mas assim ao menos poderia ser divertido - eu falei com um pequeno sorriso e ele concordou com a cabeça. 

 Pelo resto do mês, eu acabei ficando mais próxima dele e consequentemente do casal mais insuportável que já existiu. Eu adoro a Hermione e o Ron, mas como duas pessoas conseguem ser tão teimosas? Eu não sei, é um mistério mas ao mesmo tempo, foi um bom entretenimento e eu consegui me desligar dos meus sentimentos por Fred. 

Estava chegando perto do horário de começar o Baile e eu mal tinha parado para pensar que ia ser obrigada a lidar com Angelina e Fred dançando juntos, mesmo que eu jamais tivesse tido ciúmes dos dois antes, a cena não me parecia agradável. 

Dei uma última olhada no espelho, escolhi um vestido de veludo vermelho, longo, com mangas e uma fenda até altura da minha coxa e que definia o meu corpo na medida certa. Eu estava me sentindo incrivelmente bonita do jeito que eu estava e nada podia acabar com o meu bom humor, nem o meu crush não correspondido. 

Combinei de encontrar meus amigos perto da escada e lá estavam eles, Hermione com um vestido rosa conversando com Vítor Krum mais afastada, Ron estava para explodir a qualquer momento e Harry como sempre, parecia tentar achar uma desculpa para sair dali e eu preferi ajudar nisso. 

- Oie meninos - eu disse tranquilamente parada no primeiro degrau da escada e eles como estavam de costas para mim, deram um pulo de susto e não consegui segurar a risada.

- Você não pode chegar assim e assustar os outros, eu quase tive um ataque… - o ruivo colocou a mão no coração dramaticamente, parece que o ódio se esvaiu também.

- Todo mundo vai descer pela escada, vocês deveriam estar fofocando em um lugar mais discreto. É sobre a Hermione de novo, né? - perguntei na maior cara de pau sem ligar para as reclamações sobre o meu comentário. 

- E por que eu ia perder meu tempo falando de uma traidora?? - o rosto dele foi de branco para vermelho em poucos segundos, parece que a raiva tinha retornado.

- Eu só sei de uma coisa, não podemos nos atrasar, né Harry?? Aliás preciso falar com você rapidinho - nem deixei que ele concordasse e puxei seu braço para um canto sem ninguém. 

- Alguma coisa aconteceu? - ele disse enquanto ajeitava o seu óculos e eu só neguei com um sorriso, deixando ele ainda mais confuso. 

- Eu só queria te dar uma folga do furacão Ronald Weasley mas se você quiser voltar para lá, não me importo - eu disse desviando o olhar dele para trás do seu ombro e lá estava, uma imagem clara do ruivo brigando com uma aluna inocente.

- Na verdade, alguns minutos sem ter que ouvir as grosserias dele é ótimo, não que ele seja um amigo ruim, mas às vezes é um pouco...demais  - ele respondeu com um pequeno sorriso de agradecimento.  

Ficamos conversando por mais alguns minutos antes da Mcgonagall anunciar oficialmente o começo da festa, onde nós teríamos que dançar primeiro. Tínhamos ensaiado algumas vezes, então não passamos tanta vergonha, embora a minha vontade fosse de rir com as lembranças que me vieram à cabeça e pude ver o mesmo nos olhos de Harry. 

Depois desse momento, os outros campeões também dançaram com suas parceiras e em seguida, a festa realmente começou. Eu preferi evitar dançar além do necessário, pois isso sim seria vergonhoso mas não significa que não aproveitei. 

Eu estava sentada em uma mesa com Harry e Ron porque aparentemente o par dele não estava muito feliz, mas resolvi não entrar nesse assunto. Até que vejo Angie se aproximar e colocar a mão no meu ombro descoberto.

- Podemos conversar por um momento?? - ela disse e pela sua expressão, parecia ser importante. 

 Confirmei com a cabeça e como os dois continuatam conversando entre si, preferi não interromper e só fui com a mais velha até um canto com menos gente. 

- Aconteceu alguma coisa? - perguntei calmamente e notei que ela olhou para a direção onde Fred e Jorge estavam com mais uma garota.

- Sim, eu já sabia que seria uma bagunça completa, já que você queria vir com uma pessoa e eu com outra, mas eu acho que tem como consertar a tempo - ela contou voltando a me olhar.

- Eu não sei Angie, só com um vira-tempo e um pouco de sorte, daí eu conseguiria chamar ele para vir comigo. 

- Foi errado mas eu acabei de ouvir ele comentando uma coisa com o Jorge, que deveria ter pensado melhor e te convidado. Eu já estava reparando faz um tempo, eu tinha quase certeza que ele gostava de você e eu acabei de ter a prova - ela disse com um pequeno sorriso e logo em seguida pegou a minha mão e continuou - não quero ver vocês dois sofrendo atoa.

 Eu mal sabia o que responder então preferi demonstrar da melhor forma que eu consegui, ou seja, com um abraço mesmo não sendo muito de abraços na maior parte do tempo. 

- Obrigada por ter me contado mas acho que eu vou ser obrigada a roubar o seu par agora - respondi com um pequeno sorriso e me afastei dela novamente. 

- Algum dia eu te perdoo por isso, mas essa conversa fica para depois - ela piscou para mim e se afastou para o outro lado da festa. 

 Respirei fundo e assim que voltei a olhar na direção onde os gêmeos estavam conversando, percebi que já não tinha ninguém ali e não pude deixar de ficar decepcionada. 

- Me procurando, amor?? - uma voz muito conhecida por mim falou, numa distância mínima das minhas costas e eu imediatamente me virei.

- Na verdade sim, mas você veio até aqui, então deve ser importante - respondi com um sorriso sem me deixar abalar pela sua proximidade, já que não era incomum da parte dele tentar me deixar frustrada com esse tipo de provocação.

- Desde quando algo que eu tenho para dizer não é importante?? - ele falou com uma voz indignada mas seu sorriso o denunciou - vamos dar uma volta, o que acha? Aqui está muito cheio -  ele disse e logo segurou a minha mão, como eu poderia recusar um pedido desses? 

 Eu apenas concordei com um aceno e então saímos do Salão, caminhamos, ainda de mãos dadas, até o jardim. Tenho certeza que isso não deixou de passar pelos olhos atentos dos meus amigos, mas não era de pensar nisso. 

- Eu sei que nos conhecemos de verdade apenas esse ano - ele começou a falar e então parou de andar - mas eu realmente comecei a gostar muito de você - sua voz mais suave e até um pouco incerta. 

- Claro que sim, viramos todos amigos rápido - respondi com um sorriso satisfeito, talvez fosse maldade mas eu estava adorando esse momento e não queria que acabasse tão rápido.

 Ele olhou para o lado e respirou fundo antes de voltar a me encarar nos olhos com uma expressão mais leve.

- Está se divertindo, não é? É bem engraçado, não é? - ele perguntou e pude ver seus olhos brilharem, o tipo de brilho que aparece quando ele acaba de fazer uma pegadinha. 

- Sim, eu estou. Como eu poderia não estar quando deixei Fred Flertador Weasley frustrado? - eu respondi segurando a vontade que estava de rir, pela situação e pelo novo apelido que inventei. 

- Eu tive uma ideia muito mais divertida amor, você vai gostar - ele disse com confiança.

 Antes que eu pudesse perguntar o que era, uma das suas mãos encontraram o meu rosto e a outra minha cintura, me puxando mais para perto. Um segundo depois estávamos dando nosso primeiro beijo, o primeiro de muitos que estavam por vir.