And now you say
I want you for worse or for better
I would wait for ever and ever (ever and ever)
Broke your heart, I'll put it back together
I would wait for ever and ever

And that's how it works
That's how you get the girl, girl

And you could know
That I don't want you to go

Remind me how it used to be
Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks
And say you want me, yeah, yeah

"YOU'RE NOT MAD AT US?" asked George, in disbelief.

Amalie lifted her head just enough for her to respond. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you two?"

"Because we left Hogwarts in the middle of the school year and left you there?" Said Fred, as if he no longer believed what he was saying.

The blonde blushed, pulling away from the hug. "Look, at the beginning, yes, I was so mad at both of you — but only because I was alone at Hogwarts. I mean, at one moment I'm sad to see that Hogwarts is ending, and in the next one, my best friends They're always telling me they're going to grab two brooms and leave the school." Both Fred and George wrinkled their noses, uncomfortable with the whole situation and as if just thinking about it caused them physical pain.

»But, hey, I was happy for you. I am happy for you." She looked around, absorbing everything she could about the space involving them. "This place is amazing, Merlin, and I can say it belongs to my best friends, which is brilliant, truly."

"But you ignored us."

Seeing the question written on her face, George elaborated. "Yesterday we went to see you, at the station. You walked past us and didn't speak to us."

Amalie drew her eyebrows together, her lips forming a line. "I didn't even see you, I'm sorry. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even notice."

"So you're not mad at us?"

"Never."

Both boys smiled, pulling her into another hug.

"We missed you so much, Lie." said Fred, receiving a murmur of agreement from George.

"As you should, I couldn't be the only one suffering."

.

Amalie decided to stay in the store, helping the kids and understanding everything she didn't know yet.

The store was truly amazing, she didn't lie, and it seemed like everyone agreed.

The space was always full, and with an absurd variety — age was no restriction for anyone, who, even if they didn't enter, peered through the windows, wanting to catch at least a little of the Weasley atmosphere.

Due to the strong concentration of customers that seemed to never end, Amalie was only able to rest at the end of the day.

Although everyone was equally tired, George was the only one to refuse to rest after the end of the shift, insisting that he needed to go meet someone, and leaving Fred and Amalie alone in the twins' apartment.

The apartment wasn't like the store, full of vibrant colors and sounds and movements regardless of the time of day, but it also had the brothers' personality implemented there.

It was small, but big enough for the twins to live comfortably, housing even more people than just the two of them. It had a chaotic air thanks to the experiments that were carried out in the apartment and then sold to the public.

Now, only Fred and Amalie were in the apartment above the Weasley Twins.

"Thanks for the photo." Amalie tidied up some blankets that the boys had left scattered around the house while she thanked Fred.

"Hmm?" Fred muttered, his gaze fixed on Amalie but not paying any attention to her.

"The photo. Thanks for the photo, Freddie." She laughed, dropping the blankets on the gray couch and heading over to the boy who was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at her. "How did you get the photo? I thought George said she'd done badly."

Halfway there, because she was distracted while speaking, Amalie bumped into one of the twins' experiments, tripping and falling forward.

Because he was so focused on her, Fred managed to move in time, grabbing the blonde by the waist and pulling her towards him, preventing her from reaching the ground.

Amalie told herself that she was just blushing from the almost fall, that this was not a reaction of her body to the sudden physical contact with Frederick.

However, Fred knew that the blush he felt rising to his cheeks, normally so pale and barely covered by freckles, was not just from the exercise, but from the girl he held tightly by the waist, not allowing her to leave.

"Did you give up on her?" Despite panting from the contact, Lie turned to Fred, mentioning the girl whose identity was unknown to her. Upon seeing Fred's intrigued look on her, alternating between his lips and eyes, she moved forward. "It seemed, in the note you left, that you were giving up on her."

The bitter laugh that Fred let out was accompanied by a shake of his head, he let go of her waist, moving away and making her place her hands where he had previously held her.

"You really don't understand anything, Merlin. I would never give up on her, Lie." Fred sounded offended, as if he was hurt by the mere idea of ​​giving up on a certain girl, and Amalie felt a slight pain come over her when she saw him turn his back on her, heading towards his room.

❦

THREE YEARS, ONE MONTH AND TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS — that was how long Fred Weasley had been in love with the same person. Three years, one month and twenty-seven days ago, Fred's heart belonged to just one person, since then Fred was entirely dedicated to her.

Fred ignored all the signs he received that might suggest that she didn't see him in the same way he saw her, he ignored them and tried hard to believe that, one day, she would admit to liking him to the same degree.

It was exhausting to see her act normally as if she didn't realize she had Fred's heart in the palm of her hands — as if she didn't know the enormous power she had over him.

Fred threw himself onto his bed, exhausted from the long day of work and a little irritated from his conversation with Amalie.

He had no reason to be angry with her, he knew that. But it upset him that Amalie would even consider him giving up on the person he adored.

The person he loved.

The realization of this fact made him sit up in bed, dazed.

He knew he liked her, he had known that for years, but now he understood that it was more than that.

He loved her, Merlin.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that it was inevitable that he would jump when Amalie abruptly entered his room.

He only noticed Amalie when she wrapped his body in a tight hug, and her scent expanded to him.

"Lie?" He said, walking away and standing up, soon regretting it when he saw the expression on her face when she thought about being rejected by him.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to offend you, I swear!" She exclaimed, looking at him.

"Lie, you didn't offend me."

"But you look so angry." She raised her hands, pointing at him. "You have that pout you make when you run out of patience!"

"You leave me impatient, Amalie." His voice was hoarse.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Fred. I only asked because... you left Hogwarts so suddenly and I assume the mystery girl was still at Hogwarts. And, if you left Hogwarts halfway through, you should have given up on the girl." In response to his look, she widened her eyes. "You're looking at me like you hate me, Merlin!"

"You never understand anything, do you?" Fred sighed, angry this time. "For someone so intelligent, it takes you a long time to understand something as simple as that."

"What?" She seemed surprised by his tone.

"You seem to be in another world, only a blind person wouldn't see, Amalie!" He accused, pointing with one hand at her.

Amalie swallowed audibly, her chin lifted and lips quivering.

"I invoke our agreement." Her speech even surprised herself, and Fred raised his eyebrows in surprise, raising his chin as if indicating for her to continue.

» Fred, answer me with the truth and only the purest truth." She began. Millions of alternatives ran through her mind, but only one answer for all of them. "Who is the mysterious girl you are in love with?"

Fred looked exasperated, and gave a tense, somewhat bitter smile that made Amalie's heart skip a beat, fearing the answer.

"You." He said, calmly. "You are the mysterious girl I am in love with, Lie."

She was already expecting this answer, deep down, she was already thinking about it, but, upon hearing Fred verbalize what she was just thinking about, the whole situation seemed to take on greater proportions — as if, suddenly, everything seemed more real.

When Fred spoke again, he looked like an exhausted man, as if the whole statement had required physical effort.

"I followed your entire plan: I guided myself through your 'How to Get a Girl' manual and followed every step. I did everything, even though I knew I should have just said what I felt." He let a tense smile escape, remembering George's words. "Lie, I want you for the worse or for the better, I would wait for ever and ever. If I broke your heart, I would put it back together, but Merlin knows I'd never do it."

Amalie couldn't understand the acidity in Fred's tone. "Fred..."

"You were always the girl I wanted to conquer." He ran his hand over his face, perhaps embarrassed by everything he had said.

"You never needed to win me over, Gideon. I was always yours." The words slid off Amalie's tongue with ease, and she realized she wasn't lying.

Everything he said was also the truth and only the purest truth.

"What?" He quickly removed his hands from his face, his eyebrows rose, almost merging with his poorly combed red hair, and he sounded surprised. "If you're making fun of me, I'll..."

"Never, Gideon." Lie's words were accompanied by a smile that made Fred's heart quicken, and she swore she could hear the boy's heartbeat when he leaned towards her, bringing their mouths together in a desperate kiss.

"Hey, I have something to confess." Amalie whispered, removing her lips from Fred's but letting herself remain in his arms.

He murmured for her to come forward, his warm brown eyes fixed on Amalie's.

"I only helped you because of the agreement, I'm sorry."

"I couldn't care less, Lie." He rolled his eyes, leaning down so he could capture her mouth again. "Now shut up so I can kiss you, I've waited too long and now I don't want you to go anywhere."

Leaning against the doorframe was George, who had arrived moments before, despite not having been seen by any of them.

"I think that's how it works. That's how you get the girl, after all." The redhead muttered to himself, closing Fred's bedroom door.

And then you say

And that's how it works
That's how you get the girl, girl
and that's how it works
That's how you get the girl, girl

And that's how it works
That's how you get the girl, girl
And that's how it works
That's how you get the girl, girl

And that's how it works
That's how you got the girl

THE END.