"Where the hell did you go?" Fred demanded, a bit annoyed at how I just abandoned him.

"Well, I felt a little bit guilty because the Angelina thing is all my fault!" I shouted.

"How is it your fault? If anything it's mine."

"Ok. If you think I'm gonna comfort you then you can forget it. I fell for that with George and look where I've ended up: in this whole bloody mess!" I screamed. I felt as though I could kick a whole through one of these walls or at least break one of the pictures on the walls.

"No. You're not in the mess. You refuse to be in the mess. You keep running away from the mess. Me, George and Angelina are in the mess." he said, his voice raising ever so slightly with each syllable.

"Well, what do you expect me to do? Huh? Sit around and watch as I ruin my best friends' lives. No I don't think so."

"Well, I expect you to be able to stand up and talk about this and not run away every time it gets too hard or too tough." As his words began to sink in, I realised he was right. The problem was, I wanted to run right then and there. But I didn't. That wouldn't do much good. Instead, I sat down and took a few deep breaths.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. I'm not sorry for what I did to Angelina and I'm not sorry for telling you how I felt." I thought he was being silly but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was serious.

"Fred..." I began.

"I know. You are with George but please hear me out. I didn't want to get you anywhere near this mess."

"Fred..."

"I'm sorry for making you feel like you are but I will never be sorry for feeling this way about you. I'll shout it to the heavens if you want me to."

"Which I don't." I protested.

"I will. I'm not afraid to tell the world." His voice was rising now and I braced myself for the next sentence. I covered my ears. "I LOVE YOU. I LOVE REBECCA WILLIAMS!" I gasped.

"What?" I was stunned.

"Are you deaf?" he asked, breathless.

"You love me?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Wow."

"Yup." He said popping his lips on the 'p'.

"Okay."

All of a sudden, he grabbed me and kissed me. I was to shocked to respond. My eyes were wide open and I was froze to the spot.

"FRED!" I heard George's voice echo through the empty corridor. Fred didn't pull away. "FRED GET OFF OF HER!" Fred slowly pulled away and smiled.

"I'm not sorry for that either." Fred whispered and pecked my lips again. George ran up and punched him in the face.

Oh Crap.