Author's Note: All characters and storylines, with the exception of Alya Malfoy and some minimal changes, belong to J.K. Rowling. Alya Malfoy is my own character. Reviews are welcome~ Enjoy 3
She didn't how they did it, or why they did it, but somehow the Weasley twins had put a spell on Alya's shampoo that turned her long, silvery blonde hair a bright fiery red. Ever since she had been sorted in to Gryffindor, the twins had gone out of their way to make her life hell.
"I'm going to kill them." She mumbled, walking in to the Gryffindor common room and sitting in an armchair to read. Her mother and father had been furious that she had been place in Gryffindor and her little brother found it hilarious.
"Hey Alya" The two people she hoped she never saw again walked up, squatting in front of the chair she was reading in.
"What do you two want?" She spat, not bothering to look up from Hogwarts: A History.
"Just came by to say that we love the new hair." Fred replied, smirking at his twin.
"It's much better than that boring blonde you had before." George added
"It's even redder than our hair!"
Alya just glared at the boys from over her book, planning ways that she could kill them.
"Oy, Weasleys!" Alya called, quickening her pace to catch with the twins walking down the hall. Being as small as she was, it was difficult with so many people in the way.
"Oh, hullo Alya. I thought you weren't speaking to us?" Fred grinned when she finally managed to catch up.
"Well I need you to un-do whatever you did to my hair!" She muttered, walking fast to keep up with them. It had been several weeks since they hexed her shampoo and turned her hair red.
"We don't know how yet." Fred explained, shrugging, "We wanted to test it out on you, but we haven't figured out how to reverse it."
"Besides, you look much better with red hair." George added before they turned into a classroom.
"I hate you both." She mumbled before walking over to sit in an empty corner of the room.
"You can't possibly hate us, still!" George exclaimed, trying to get the girl's attention as she sat at a library table, pouring over an assignment.
"I do. You're both annoying and get on my nerves." She muttered, not taking her attention away from the work for a moment.
"I bet, if you spent two days with us, you'd want to be our best friend!" Fred suggested, sliding in to a chair next to her.
"Not happening." She replied coldly, opening another book beside her.
"Merlin, no wonder you have no friends."
"I choose not to have any friends." She replied, slamming her book shut and turning to face Fred.
"Sorry…" Fred muttered, standing up and walking away with George, and even then Alya realized she shouldn't have been so rude to them.
"Oy, Weasleys…" Alya muttered after sliding open the door to the compartment they were sitting in. The twins looked up, looking slightly surprised at her appearance. "Uhm, everywhere else was full…"
"You're welcome to sit here, if you don't hate us." George replied after a minute. Alya smiled.
"I don't actually hate you guys." She said, sitting next to George and looking at them. "I was just mad I guess. I'm sorry for being so rude."
Fred and George looked at each other, unsure what to think before they started laughing.
"Did you give up trying to turn your hair back to normal?"
"Shut up." Alya snapped, hitting George in the arm because Fred was out of her reach. "I got used to it. Mum and dad are going to kill me though."
"So…" Alya said, watching the world outside the train window as they got closer to Platform 9 and ¾. "I guess I'll see you next year?"
"You must have seriously had a change of heart!" Fred noted, smirking, "A few months ago you would be saying you hoped we got into a tragic accident and never returned."
"We'll owl you over the summer if we can figure out a way to change your hair back."
Alya smiled and nodded. "Thanks."
YEAR ONE
She didn't know how they did it, or why they did it, but somehow the Weasley twins had put a spell on Alya's shampoo that turned her long, silvery blonde hair into a bright firey red. Ever since she had been sorted in to Gryffindor, the twins had gone out of their way to make her life hell.
"I'm going to kill them." She mumbled, walking in to the Gryffindor common room and sitting in an armchair to read. Her mother and father had been furious that she had been placed in Gryffindor and her little brother found it hilarious.
"Hey Alya" The two people she hoped she never saw again walked up, squatting in front of the chair she was reading in.
"What do you two want?" She spat, not bothering to look up from Hogwarts: A History.
"Just came by to say that we love the new hair." Fred replied, smirking at his twin.
"It's much better than that boring blonde you had before." George added
"It's even redder than our hair!"
Alya just glared at the boys from over her book, planning ways that she could kill them.
"Oy, Weasleys!" Alya called, quickening her pace to catch up with the twins walking down the hall. Being as small as she was, it was difficult with so many people in the way.
"Oh, hullo Alya. I thought you weren't speaking to us?" Fred grinned when she finally managed to catch up.
"Well I need you to un-do whatever you did to my hair!" She muttered, walking fast to keep up with them. It had been several weeks since they hexed her shampoo and turned her hair red.
"We don't know how yet." Fred explained, shrugging, "We wanted to test it out on you, but we haven't figured out how to reverse it."
"Besides, you look much better with red hair." George added before they turned into a classroom.
"I hate you both." She mumbled before walking over to sit in an empty corner of the room.
"You can't possibly hate us, still!" George exclaimed, trying to get the girl's attention as she sat at a library table, pouring over an assignment.
"I do. You're both annoying and get on my nerves." She muttered, not taking her attention away from the work for a moment.
"I bet, if you spent two days with us, you'd want to be our best friend!" Fred suggested, sliding in to a chair next to her.
"Not happening." She replied coldly, opening another book beside her.
"Merlin, no wonder you have no friends."
"I choose not to have any friends." She replied, slamming her book shut and turning to face Fred.
"Sorry…" Fred muttered, standing up and walking away with George, and even then Alya realized she shouldn't have been so rude to them.
"Oy, Weasleys…" Alya muttered after sliding open the door to the compartment they were sitting in. The twins looked up, looking slightly surprised at her appearance. "Uhm, everywhere else was full…"
"You're welcome to sit here, if you don't hate us." George replied after a minute. Alya smiled.
"I don't actually hate you guys." She said, sitting next to George and looking at them. "I was just mad I guess. I'm sorry for being so rude."
Fred and George looked at each other, unsure what to think before they started laughing.
"Did you give up trying to turn your hair back to normal?"
"Shut up." Alya snapped, hitting George in the arm because Fred was out of her reach. "I got used to it. Mum and dad are going to kill me though."
"So…" Alya said, watching the world outside the train window as they got closer to Platform 9 and ¾. "I guess I'll see you next year?"
"You must have seriously had a change of heart!" Fred noted, smirking, "A few months ago you would be saying you hoped we got into a tragic accident and never returned."
"We'll owl you over the summer if we can figure out a way to change your hair back."
Alya smiled and nodded. "Thanks."