I was too hurt to string this along like I should have done. I should play this out, I should make him suffer like I was right now, and I should make him feel as embarrassed and horrible as I feel right now, but I didn't.

I was never Fred Weasley's girlfriend—I was simply his friend, or so I thought. Friends don't trick their friends into pretending to be in a relationship with the other one. Friends don't lie to each other about things like this, making up lie after lie instead of fessing up the truth. Friends didn't play around with your emotions and throw them aside. Fred obviously didn't get the memo that you don't do this sort of things to your friends.

Fred Weasley—that prick—had decided it would be a good idea to string my heart out for all to see. Perhaps he thought it was funny. Maybe he got a good laugh out of it—I know I hadn't.

I was furious beyond reason right now. How dare he do this sort of thing to me! I was so upset that I my hands began to tremble. I slowly brought my head up to look at him, my eyes menacing.

Fred sat nervously on the couch, still in his lounging position. His eyes darted back and forth warily, and finally settled on mine. His voice shook, but just barely. "I-I don't know what you mean, love."

I snorted and glared at him. Was he still going to pretend? "I can't believe you, Fred." I spat. He looked nervously at me, unsure of what to say or do. His eyes flicked down to me trembling hands, and he spoke shakily.

"Kates, a-are you okay...?"

I laughed at his question. It wasn't a happy laugh, and not even a sad one. This laugh held no amusement in it—no humor whatsoever. It was a menacing laugh. A cruel one.

"Don't 'Kates' me, Fred. You know damn well that I am not okay." I spoke icily now, my voice surprisingly calm, despite my body shaking from fury.

He sat up slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements. He was scared.

Good, I thought menacingly he should be scared, if he knows what's good for him.

"K-Katie, now let's talk about this..." I glared at him from my spot on the floor, too upset to move. He spoke after a moment of silence. "N-now, what exactly did I lie about?" He tried to smile, but stopped when he looked at me. He sat there nervously on the couch, half leaning forward, and half leaning into the arm of the couch, away from me.

I laughed again, furious at him. How dare he! "Oh, I think you know, Fred." Another laugh. I held up the picture and tilted my head at it. "Now, how long have we been 'dating', darling?"

Fred gulped, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He finally found his voice, and spoke. "Oh, um, he-he, about that..." His eyes flicked between the picture I held up and my menacing face.

Another gulp. "You see, Katie, I was going to tell you, really I was..." He tried to sound more confident, but his voice still shook somewhat from nervousness.

If possible, my glare deepened, and I put the picture aside. "Oh, you were?" I stood now, too upset to sit. I stared down at him, hands on hips. "When? When were you going to tell me you lied, Fred? Hm?" I began pacing back and forth, gesturing wildly with my hands.

"After we got married?" I shot him an evil look.

"After we had children?" Another cruel glare.

"Were you ever going to tell me how you lied? How you deceived me? How you strung me along for weeks, telling me that you loved me?" I stood before him, giving him the most menacing look I could muster. He was pushed up against the back of the couch, staring back at me like a deer in the headlights. "People don't do that, Fred. You can't just pretend that you love someone for you own amusement—"

Anger flashed across Fred's face, and he jumped up from his seat on the couch.

"You honestly thought I was pretending?" He spat at me. I was taken aback by his outburst.

I took a step back from him and glared. "Alright, then what do you want to call it, Fred?"

His face darkened and he took a menacing step forward. I stepped back and found myself up against a wall. He stood less than a foot in front of me, looking furious.

"I never lied to you about anything, Katie." His voice was like ice, and the look in his eyes scared me.

I barked out another laugh. "Right, so you mean to tell me that we really were going out? Is that it?"

His head snapped around to look at me. "That may not have been true, but everything else was the truth." He took another small step forward. Fred's face was about six inches away from mine.

I continued to glare at him. "Oh? And how am I supposed to believe that?" I spat icily. "You lied to me, Fred. You don't do that."

Fred's face darkened, eyes ablaze. "I had to, Katie. Because—" But his voice trailed off, and he looked away from me, taking half a step back.

I kept my eyes locked on him. "Because what, Fred?"

Once again his face snapped to mine, and once again it was a few inches in front of mine. His hands were pressed against the wall on either side of my face, and I could feel his warm breath on my face as he spoke. I was trapped. "Because I love you, stupid."

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead was attacked by Fred's mouth. His lips moved furiously against mine, and I stood there, unresponsive. It only took me a second to react, and suddenly my lips were moving back just as furiously. I pushed up against him, but he pushed back harder, keeping me pinned against the wall. I moaned as his mouth trailed down my jawline and further down to my neck. My hands found their way into his hair, and I pulled him closer to me.

He nipped at my neck and I whimpered as he made his way back up to my mouth. My lips met his and I bit his bottom lip gently, wanting in. He moaned and his hands were no longer pressed against the wall, but instead holding me up against him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my hands continued to play with his hair, our mouths still battling one anothers.

"Fred.." I moaned out. He moaned back in response. "Fred, I—"

"Shh. I know." He spoke urgently in between kisses, and I just nodded.

Finally we broke apart long enough to speak.

"I'm sorry." He breathed. "So sorry."

I kissed him and smiled. "I know. I am too, I'm so sorry."

This time he kissed me, more fierce than last time. "No, you don't have to apologize, love. I shouldn't have lied to you. Forgive me?"

I searched his light brown eyes for a moment. They looked back at me, pleading silently. I knew he was sorry. His eyes looked back into mine, so full of genuine love. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Yes." He smiled down at me, and his hands cupped my face. "I love you, Fred." And I meant it. I knew now that I loved Fred Weasley. I always would, and I knew that all along, I always had.

He stared down at me, and butterflies filled my stomach. "I love you, Katie." And not a moment too soon, our lips met again in a soft kiss.

Author's Note: Hello all! So this is the end, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and tell me what you think of this! This took a completely different turn that what I had originally anticipated, but I think it turned out rather nicely, don't you? As always, reviews are always appreciated, and drop me an idea for any Fratie stories you might have!

Also, let me know if you'd like an epilogue to this, because I already have a little idea for it, but I'm not sure if I should put one on. It'd be set in the future, so please drop a review and let me know.

Thanks to everyone who read this, and remember...

Fratie FTW!