First day nerves! I had a sickening feeling in my stomach; my hands were shaking in my pockets, where I refused to move them from. There were so many things going through my mind. What house would I be in? Would I have any friends? Would the teachers be nice? Would I be any good at the subjects? My mind was racing and I couldn’t make it stop. I only wish I had a friend who was also going to Hogwarts with me I thought as I entered one of the empty compartments on the train. Being an eleven year old is hard!
Eventually the scarlet train descended on its journey, leaving me excited yet frightened. I watched as the busy, grey platform turned into beautiful scenes of green. Taking a deep breath I reassured myself, repeating, “Everything is going to be okay!”
“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit in here?” A blonde Girl walked in, not even waiting for a reply. She was confident and bold, everything I wished I was
“Of course, I’m (“Y/N)” I shook her hand.
As she moved in two other boys followed, one identical to the other “I’m Fred and this is George, my brother can we join you ladies.”
“Sorry but we are actually waiting for some friends.” She smiled apologetically. “Thank Merlin I came when I did or you would have been stuck with two Weasleys.”
“What’s wrong with a Weasley?” I asked confused.
“Oh you are so innocent.” She laughed. “You must be a first year, Those too are from the Weasley family. They are an odd bunch. I mean their older brothers are hot but those two I’ve heard are the worst, all ways pulling nasty tricks on people. They are the wrong people to be getting involved with. I’m Melissa by the way, Third year student.”
Melissa taught me so much before I even got off the train, she told me all about the houses. The way she described Slytherin made me long to be in it. How everyone there was ambitious and strong. It held all the characteristics I craved. It made me determined to be placed in it, to have a family that sticks together and works hard for their desired dreams.
They only other time I talked to either of the Wesley twins was 2 weeks later, I don’t know which one it was, but I tried to be nice. Maybe Melisa was wrong, maybe they were just misunderstood. So ask if they wanted one of my bertiebots beans when the opportunity presented itself. Worst mistake of my life! They were cruel, making jokes, I was never so humiliated.
From then on I watched from a distance as the Weasley twins grew in popularity, pulling the most brilliant pranks. I couldn’t help but admire them; they brought laughter to Hogwarts even in the dullest of times but I had to dislike for the sake of Melissa, my only friend.
Sixth year, after the twiwizard tournament, I was hoping for a quiet year where I can focus on my studies, no distractions, no Melissa (sadly), no drama.
“What do you mean we aren’t going to be using our wands? Only books?”
“I think it is pretty self explanatory Miss (Y/L/N) “ Professor Umbridge says sternly.
“This is a joke! How are we meant to learn how to defend ourselves if we can’t practice? Defense against the dark arts is a practical subject!” I stood up, my frustration getting the better of me.
“Sit down. This is my class and I’ll teach it how I see fit.”
“That’s rubbish! I would never agree with Y/N but she is right. If we are ever going to learn anything in the stupid class we need to be putting the lessons to practice.” Fred Weasley, the last person I would expect to back me, stands too.
“Stop living in the year you were born and adapt to the changing times of new learning.” I smirk, knowing I had hit a nerve.
“That’s it, Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr Weasley I will be seeing the both of you later for detention. Uhm hum” she smiled, thinking she had gotten the upper hand.
I hate that woman I thought as I trudged down the empty corridor towards Professor Umbridge’s office. Her office was a pink bombshell. Everywhere I turned there was pink; Baby pink, hot pink, fuchsia, rose, salmon, coral. This woman was crazy and to top it all off she was obsessed with cats. Framed pictures of felines lined the walls and covered the mantelpiece.
I stood in front of her desk, as she paid no acknowledgement to me. It wasn’t until Weasley came rushing in did she address us. “The two of you will be helping Mr. Filch tonight and then after that you will be writing me an essay on the importance of being respectful and obedient to your superiors.” She held her pudgy head high. “And I would like that on my desk by tomorrow morning at 9.”
“But…” Fred began but thought better of it by the stern look Umbridge gave him daring him to protest.
“Ahh Mr. Filch, just on time. These our the two student who will be being punished tonight.”
“Don’t worry Professor, I’ll put them to work.” Filch grinned, beckoning us to follow him.
Great, we had to scrub all the trophies and ornaments in the great hall along with scrubbing all the bottoms which where covered in all sorts of unknowns. People ready were gross.
“I’ll be back in two hours and I expect all this to be done.”
We worked in silence, neither daring to even look at each other. I began unloading all the trophies from the cabinet.
“Why do you hate us? Me and my brother that is?” Fred said looking very interested in polishing.
“I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you after what you did to me in first year. Do you know how embarrassed I was after that?”
“What George did you mean? But that was after you had already judged us on the train.” He rebutted.
“You mean what Melissa did? I didn’t even speak before yous ran off. I’m sorry for the way she treated you, I get it she is difficult to please.” I hang my head in shame.
“Fine, why do you like her?”
“I know she can mean and rude but she made me feel special, she made me feel wanted like I was worth being friends with.” I start to go red, it’s only when I say it out loud do I realise how desperate I sound. “Its not easy being in the most hated house, I tried to make other friends but no one wanted to be friends with a probable dark wizard so I toughened up, got over it and stuck with the people that stuck by me.”
“For what?” I finally looked up at him.
“It wasn’t George, it was me that day in first year but in my defense I was eleven and didn’t know what to do when a pretty girl wanted to share her sweets with me.” He chuckled.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile. (And failing) “Shut up.” I playfully hit him.
It’s surprising how quickly time can go by when you have good company. Fred and I just seemed to click after that. We joked around, telling each other stories of our time at home and in Hogwarts. It was one of the best nights I had ever spent in the school and yet they called it punishment.
We had just finished scrubbing out last table when filch came hobbling in, followed closely by his loyal cat. “All done I see. I shall be inspecting your work and if I notice any spot missed I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow.”
“I’m pretty sure you can’t do that.” Fred began before I stomped on his toe, pulling him out the door.
“Of course Mr. Filch, thank you.” I rushed before any more words can be said.
“I don’t know about you but I rather not be back here tomorrow. My hands look like an old woman’s.” I place my hand in his face to demonstrate.
“I guess not, I wouldn’t want your delicate hands to suffer anymore.” He laughs. “especially seeing as they are going to have to write out an essay on why a toad needs to be respected.”
“Crap, I forgot about that.” I drag my wrinkled hands down my face. “Want to go to the library and do it together?”
“Sure, but I don’t know if you have noticed but I’m not exactly academic.” Staring down at his feet, clearly embarrassed.
“So what? You have other talents. I personally loved your puking pasties, they were a true work of art”
“You bought some of our products?” he raises an eyebrow.
“I bought them under the name of Minerva McGonagall.”
“That was you? I’m in love.”
“Shut up you idiot. Come on the quicker we get to the library the quicker we can get to bed.”
We didn’t get caught sneaking into the library, thankfully. The next two hours were spent bullshitting our way through the essay, not really caring that both of them were nearly identical.
“I’ve actually really enjoyed tonight, if I’m ever to get detention again I hope its with you.” I kiss Fred cheek, instantly regretting it. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” But Fred didn’t get a chance to react as he quickly grabbed me pulling me into a broom closest placing his hand over my mouth. Footsteps were heard passing and it wasn’t until the clip clop sound disappear did we relax.
The two of us were pressed against each other, neither of us daring to move; I couldn’t help but to study his face. I never noticed how attractive he was, his hair falling in front of his eyes and his lips slightly parted. His hand came up to caress my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes flickering from my eyes to lips. I couldn’t take it anymore; I pulled him in by the tie, connecting out lips. It wasn’t long before the kiss deepened and I was pinned against the wall. His lips moving down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fred, this isn’t right.” I forced myself to say.
“Why?” he pulls back, looking hurt and confused.
“We only started talking less than five hours, lets start with being friends.” I say recollecting myself.
“Okay, but I make no promises that we will only be friends by the end of it.” He winks, going into give me another kiss.
“Friends don’t kiss each other like that.” I scold.
“Good, I’m fantastic at breaking those.”
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