Meaningless
AU-verse
Ever since he was rejected by Murph, Fred had tried to forget his heartbreak by having fling after fling after fling. Which, to be perfectly honest, wasn't quite different from the way he'd behaved before, but he was much more agressive about it now.
As soon as he grew bored with one bloke, he'd move on to the next. At the rate he was going, he was going to go through the entire homosexual population of Hogwarts within a month. Hermione had confronted him about it, but he'd brushed her off, saying that he was fine and it was nothing. He was lying, of course, and he knew Hermione knew it (she was too perceptive not to), but thankfully she let it go.
His latest boy-toy was a bloke named Rhys, a Ravenclaw. It had actually been Rhys who started things, and it was lasting slightly longer than the others. They'd all lasted about three days each, sometiems a week, and Fred really couldn't remember any of their names. He knew his behaviour was out of control, so he was trying to take things a bit slower. It helped that Rhys was actually somewhat interesting, probably would be moreso, too, if Fred wasn't completely in love with Murph.
Making his way into the Common Room, Fred tried to adjust his robes which were dishevled from his latest 'date' with Rhys. He tried to smooth his hair back into place as he made his way to the stairs. Everyone knew where he'd been, and what he'd been doing, but he figured they wouldn't appreciate the obvious evidence.
Ever since he was rejected by Murph, Fred had tried to forget his heartbreak by having fling after fling after fling. Which, to be perfectly honest, wasn't quite different from the way he'd behaved before, but he was much more agressive about it now.
As soon as he grew bored with one bloke, he'd move on to the next. At the rate he was going, he was going to go through the entire homosexual population of Hogwarts within a month. Hermione had confronted him about it, but he'd brushed her off, saying that he was fine and it was nothing. He was lying, of course, and he knew Hermione knew it (she was too perceptive not to), but thankfully she let it go.
His latest boy-toy was a bloke named Rhys, a Ravenclaw. It had actually been Rhys who started things, and it was lasting slightly longer than the others. They'd all lasted about three days each, sometiems a week, and Fred really couldn't remember any of their names. He knew his behaviour was out of control, so he was trying to take things a bit slower. It helped that Rhys was actually somewhat interesting, probably would be moreso, too, if Fred wasn't completely in love with Murph.
Making his way into the Common Room, Fred tried to adjust his robes which were dishevled from his latest 'date' with Rhys. He tried to smooth his hair back into place as he made his way to the stairs. Everyone knew where he'd been, and what he'd been doing, but he figured they wouldn't appreciate the obvious evidence.