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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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Contemplation ~ Part 4

A/N: Okay, finished the fourth part and i know its pretty short but I'm planning big part 5 with twists and turns and ups and downs amd flips and other gymnastic stuff.

WARNING: I didn’t go through so im apologizing for the typos.

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Other parts ---> MASTERLIST

Cinnamon, jasmine, sweet honey, cream and strong tobacco. It’s one of your favorite combination of scents and for the first time in three years you have been able to smell them once again. It was a cheap cologne that he always sprayed everywhere. His neck, arms and clothes.

It was incredible.

His touch, his warmth, his heartbeat, his breath and his hold. He held you in his arms as his life depended on it. Your parfume was different though. It wasn’t the usual floral scnets as rose, amber and jasmine. There were scents in your parfume he did not recognise yet but your shampoo still smelt the same. ‘Grapefruit.’

Everything about you was different but it felt like only yesterday he met you in the dinning hall.

“Grapefruit.” he whispered really quietly but you were still able to hear him.

You always knew he smelt grapefruit on you. You never knew why because you never use any kind of shampoos or parfumes that would smell like grapefruit yet he still insisted on it.

“I missed you.” you mumbled in his chest, your arms wrapped around his body and pulling him closer.

He pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks. Your eyes, they were still the same color. He could have never forgotten them but it felt like memory wasn’t enough. “ You came back.” he smiled and let his fingers travel down your nose and your lips.

Those soft plump lips that he wanted to kiss so badly at this moment. Just to taste them once again after three years. After three long years he needed your lips on his.

But the boy. He remembered the boy and his gaze immediately turned away from you. The boy was about eight years old so he couldn’t be yours. His eyes flickered to the latino man standing next to the boy. “Uncle?” he puzzled and let his eyes turn back to yours. “Aunty?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Godson?”

“Fred.” you tried to get him to focus on you and your words but his thoughts were lost.

And that was when it hit him. The boy’s words...

‘ And when she told me about my cousin and you, I couldn’t be happier because than I would be somehow related to one of the best legends that ever lived. ‘

“Related ?” he glanced between the boy and you until his eyes fell on your stomach.

But it couldn’t be. It passed three years... wait?

‘I WOULD be?’ What did he mean by would be?

“ (Y/N)? “ he quievered for a moment before his hands fell down your waist. “We-were you pregnant?” he asked directly

He knows. He used past tense instead of present. He knows.

“I-I..” you stuttered for a moment before taking another deep breath in and trying to relax. “I think we should talk somewhere else.”

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"Tea?" he asked as soon as you stepped into the apartment. It smelt like him. Like him and George. A mixture of their cheap cologne and burnt plastic?

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, taking another sniff if it was really plastic which you smelt. "Plastic?" you smiled at him and he returned a chuckle.

"Yeah. We were working on some new teddies." he shook his head and glanced at the pile of boxes. "As you can see, it didn't go well."

You smiled at him once again before turning around the apartment, your fingertips brushing against the fireplace where their photos stood.

"Tea?" he broke you from your thoughts and you only nodded at him.

*Flashback*

"I don't think this is a good idea." shouted George from the top of cliff, dressed in his trunks and googles while the two of you only watched.

"Don't be such a wuss now Georgie!" Fred shouted back, his arm wrapped around your waist as you held on to your photo camera.

"I'd like to see you jump!" he snapped back, his face growing as red as his hair.

This was not what he bargained for. Drunk nights, dares,...what did he get himself into.

"Come on Fred. Help him out a bit." you nudged your boyfruend and he only replied with a grin, walkingnover to his brother and patting him on the back.

"What's wrong, Georgie?"

"It's too high."

"Don't tell me you ar going to back out now. You're a Gryffindor, hell you're a Weasley. A Weasley never backs out." Fred spoke words of courage to his brother.

George looked at his brother, back down at the lake and took a big gulp as he stared at the dark olive green color.

And it happened in a second when Fred winked at you, signaling you to prepare your camera.

*click*

And George was gone, leaving behind his cackling brother holding to his stomach and pointing down at the lake.

"You lil twat!" there came a shout down below, causing you to clrun over to the edge and stare down at the fuming Weasley.

"Are you okay George!" you shouted.

"That prick pushed me!"

"Yeah, I know! I cought it on camera!" you smiled and shook your camera in the air.

Fred took a hold of it and put it on the ground. "You ready, love?" his play of mischief shone in his eyes, making you to furrow your eyebrows at him.

"What?"

He leaned down, staring at your eyes before pecking your lips. "Sorry (y/l/n)." he grinned and wrapped his arms around your body, lifting you up in bridal style.

"Fred Wealsey don't you dare!" you scolded, resisting his hold.

" I love you."

"FRED WEASLEY I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BREAK UP WITH YOU IF YOU TAKE ANOTHER STEP FORWARD!" you bellowed and scolded him with your index finger.

There was a look of hesitation in his eyes but his brother got the best of him. "JUMP!" George's cheer came from down bellow.

"No. No, Fred please don't. " you begged your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck as he took another step closer towards the edge.

"Hold tight."

*End flashback*

A laugh escaped your lips as you held the photo you took that day.

" I thought about you every single day. There wasn't a single thing that didn't remind me of you. But I had to deal with it, because you left." the last two words were harsh and flat, just as they were back in your dreams. "Tell me. Just tell me. Was the baby mine?"

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