Disclaimer: I own Gemma. That's it.
"Hippogriff," Katie Bell muttered as the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. She stepped through the hole in the wall, leading to the Gryffindor common room, and beckoned for the red-haired girl standing at the portrait hole to follow her.
Wide-eyed, the girl followed Katie into the crowded room. Katie cleared her throat loudly, and at once the chatter died down. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked up expectantly at the redhead.
"I would like you to meet the newest Gryffindor, Gemma Sterling!" Katie cried.
Gemma blushed underneath the sprinkling of freckles on her face. At once, almost everyone ran forward to greet her, everyone except... Fred and George Weasley hung back in the corner, counting off the profits from their newest Skiving Snackboxes.
".98, 99, 100. That makes 10 galleons! Not bad, not bad at all," George said to Fred, his twin brother and partner-in-crime. But Fred wasn't listening, for he was too busy staring at Gemma. "Oi, Fred. Fred!"
Fred head jerked back to face his brother once more. "Reckon we should go introduce ourselves?" he said, jerking his head in the direction of the crowd.
George grabbed a pink hat with a large purple feather on it, and stood up without a word. He placed the hat on his head, and for a moment he looked rather silly, that is, until his head disappeared. Finally, the crowd seemed to part, and Gemma was left standing alone in the middle of the common room.
George strode over to her. Gemma gave a frightened gasp, and from somewhere in the empty space above George's shoulders came the words, "Where are my manners?"
He grabbed the hat from his head, and bowed low. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm George Weasley." He took a hold on her hand, and kissed it. Gemma felt her face grow hot. "And you are?"
"Gemma," She stammered, "Gemma Sterling."
"'Tis a pleasure to meet you," George replied, grinning.
Fred looked over wistfully, wishing he could be that smooth with the ladies. He would never tell anyone that, though, because everyone already thought he was, being the twin of George Weasley, Hogwart's unofficial school charmer.
***
Later that night, Fred sat up in bed. He couldn't sleep. Sleep was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. All he could think of was Gemma, and how stupid he was for not introducing himself.
He grew restless, and decided to go downstairs to the Common Room to try to calm himself. He stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs. There, next to the dying fire, Gemma dozed in one of the over stuffed arm chairs. He panicked, and tried to turn back, but as he turned, the step gave a loud creak, and Gemma's eyes fluttered open.
"Hi," she said. A small smile formed on her lips.
A/n: Ooh, suspense XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD
"Hippogriff," Katie Bell muttered as the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. She stepped through the hole in the wall, leading to the Gryffindor common room, and beckoned for the red-haired girl standing at the portrait hole to follow her.
Wide-eyed, the girl followed Katie into the crowded room. Katie cleared her throat loudly, and at once the chatter died down. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked up expectantly at the redhead.
"I would like you to meet the newest Gryffindor, Gemma Sterling!" Katie cried.
Gemma blushed underneath the sprinkling of freckles on her face. At once, almost everyone ran forward to greet her, everyone except... Fred and George Weasley hung back in the corner, counting off the profits from their newest Skiving Snackboxes.
".98, 99, 100. That makes 10 galleons! Not bad, not bad at all," George said to Fred, his twin brother and partner-in-crime. But Fred wasn't listening, for he was too busy staring at Gemma. "Oi, Fred. Fred!"
Fred head jerked back to face his brother once more. "Reckon we should go introduce ourselves?" he said, jerking his head in the direction of the crowd.
George grabbed a pink hat with a large purple feather on it, and stood up without a word. He placed the hat on his head, and for a moment he looked rather silly, that is, until his head disappeared. Finally, the crowd seemed to part, and Gemma was left standing alone in the middle of the common room.
George strode over to her. Gemma gave a frightened gasp, and from somewhere in the empty space above George's shoulders came the words, "Where are my manners?"
He grabbed the hat from his head, and bowed low. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm George Weasley." He took a hold on her hand, and kissed it. Gemma felt her face grow hot. "And you are?"
"Gemma," She stammered, "Gemma Sterling."
"'Tis a pleasure to meet you," George replied, grinning.
Fred looked over wistfully, wishing he could be that smooth with the ladies. He would never tell anyone that, though, because everyone already thought he was, being the twin of George Weasley, Hogwart's unofficial school charmer.
***
Later that night, Fred sat up in bed. He couldn't sleep. Sleep was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. All he could think of was Gemma, and how stupid he was for not introducing himself.
He grew restless, and decided to go downstairs to the Common Room to try to calm himself. He stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs. There, next to the dying fire, Gemma dozed in one of the over stuffed arm chairs. He panicked, and tried to turn back, but as he turned, the step gave a loud creak, and Gemma's eyes fluttered open.
"Hi," she said. A small smile formed on her lips.
A/n: Ooh, suspense XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD