Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
A/N: I know, I know, another song-fic. Well guess what?! Deal with it! I thought this would b sweet and only one of the chapters is a song-fic. It's called I Love You by Celine Dion. Oh and by the way, unrequited means loving someone but they don't love you back.
I woke with a start as mum (Mrs. Weasley) yelled my name from downstairs to get up. "Coming!" I groaned back. My eyes widened as I realized, 'Today is the day I'm to meet Hermione in Diagon Alley! We have to get our school supplies for this year. Well at least that's what Hermione thinks of it. Just to get our school supplies. But it's much more than that.'
I thought this to myself as I carefully got dressed in front of the mirror. I quickly fixed my flaming red hair as the mirror shouted at me ("Brush your hair! What's the point of having hair if your not going to brush it?!"). I stuffed my mouth with some bacon, pancakes, and hash-browns, then ran upstairs only to bump into Fred. "Ouch! Sorry." I quickly apologized but spotted a letter that fell from Fred's robes. I scooped it up and read:
I hope our next date goes as well as the first. I had a lovely time. See you at the start of term.
But before I could read who it was from, it was snatched out of my hands by Fred who had come running back when he realized it was gone. "Ron!" Fred was blushing madly but looked very angry. "Did you– Did you read–you saw–?" I quickly started chanting, "Freddy's got a girlfriend! Freddy's got a girlfriend!"
Fred flung a hand over my mouth and said, "Did you see who it was from? Did you?!" I shook my head no and was a bit surprised at Fred's violent reaction. "Good." He paused and seemed to calm down a bit. "But if you tell anyone,... you'll be sorry." He let go of my mouth then started to say normally as if nothing had happened, "Well! Excited about starting your fifth year at Hogwarts?"
I stared at him with a puzzled look but said nothing. "Good then." he continued, "Fifth year is always a fun one!" He patted me lightly on the back and trotted down the stairs. A little shaken but curious, I headed downstairs to load my trunk and things into the car.
On the way there, I had to sit by George, and Fred was sitting up in the front so he couldn't hear me whisper to George, "Hey! George!" I poked him awake. "Huh...What?" He replied sleepily. "Have you noticed anything strange or, unusual about Fred lately?" I asked him. "Um.. Not that I know of, why?"
"You don't have to pretend George. I already know. I saw Fred's letter this morning."
"I really don't know what your talking about Ron."
"You know, that special someone?"
"Either you know something I don't, or you've gone mental. And I think you've gone mental because Fred doesn't keep anything from me and you know that. Now let me go back to sleep." He said with a yawn. Either George is a really good actor, or he actually doesn't know.
And I think he doesn't know.
A/N: That's just a small detail in the story (u know, Fred's girlfriend). I haven't gotten much to the point yet, but it'll probably b in the next chapter. I have another story idea but it will b later.