disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other character from it.

Hello, my name is Jessica Whestone; I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I am starting my 6th year this September. Let me tell you a little about myself.

I've known the Weasleys since I was born. Arthur and Molly are like second parents to me, although that's probably because they're my God parents. When my Mother was at Hogwarts she befriended Molly and they were best friends all the way through school and long after. She was Molly's maid of honour at her Wedding, and vice-versa. My mother is called Alaina, and my dad is called Richard Whestone. We live about 10 minutes away from the Burrow, so it's always easy to go and visit. Having practically grown up with the Weasleys I have gotten very close to all of them. Ginny is like the little sister I always wanted and Bill and Charlie are like big brothers to me. I should probably mention Percy and Ron. Ah Percy, sweet innocent Percy. He's my favourite Weasley to pick on, his reactions are hilarious! I mean who else would demand to be taken to court to put an ASBO on me when I merely put purple hair-dye into this "man shampoo". Ron, Well, I'm not really sure, I want to baby him like I do with Ginny, but it's hard when he never looks away from my chest, he seems to be getting better. This might be because I reminded him of the time I helped Fred and George turn his teddy into a spider when we were younger, and then told him I would do this again, with his pillow this time, he still has nightmares and it pleases me. Need I say more?

My best friends in the world, who are also Weasleys, are the Twins, Fred and George. Being the same age as them, my mum and dad always took me to play with them, (One of the few things I can praise them for) we're inseparable. (The twins and I, not my parents.)

I'm 16 but I'm short for my age, like REAL short. 5ft 2 and I have brunette hair that flows to the middle of my back. I have emerald green eyes, in other words eyes the colour of snot, and no matter how many people try to tell me they remind them of the pretty gem, I will never forget the day when I was first told my eyes looked like "bogeys." I doubt he'll forget it either, the boy who said it, we may have been in primary school, but that doesn't mean I couldn't shove his head down a toilet.

I'm slim and somewhat curvy. I'm not what I would call plain, but I'm no beauty either. I have a weak spot for trouble and love playing pranks on people, one of the many reasons I'm friends with Fred and George.

'Jess, wake up!'

I stretched my arms above my head yawning and sighing. Wasn't summer was supposed to be for sleeping in? I opened up my eyes but quickly closed them again due to the bright light spilling into my room through my now open curtains. I rolled over and moaned something inaudible, and slowly started drifting back off to sleep when I felt an arm shake me gently. I opened my eyes to see my Mum standing over me with an apologetic look on her face.

'Sorry Jess, ' she whispered, opening the other curtains in my room sharply, she opened my window and took in a deep breath of fresh air, 'you have to get up now, its half past ten and you have to be at the Weasleys by eleven. It's a lovely day, come have a look.'

'Fine, fine' I murmured sleepily while sitting up on my elbows and looking around my room for what to wear, as mum left my room saying something about breakfast.

I was going to the Weasleys for the night so I could get up tomorrow and go to the world cup with them. Bloody hell, I'm so excited. I loved Quidditch, at Hogwarts I was in the Quidditch team. I was a chaser along with Angelina and Katie Bell, but I also played as back up seeker when Harry was hurt or unable to play, as it was easier to replace a chaser then a seeker, I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself, but no Harry.

I got out of bed and walked over to the backpack I'd be taking with me to the Weasleys, and looked around for clothes that I would wear while there. Shoving things in my bag quickly I opted on a tight fit white and black striped top and my blue skinny jeans, I'd wear my black Knee high Converses as well. (I'm such a cool kid, I know), I also added in some shorts in case It was warmer than I expected. But this is England we're talking about, so I doubt it. After doing this I quickly rushed off to the shower and came back and went downstairs to ask my Mum to magically dry my hair and straighten it, I would normally just use a hair dryer and straighteners, but I was running short on time, plus I'm too lazy.

I ran back upstairs to my room after she'd done in 2 minutes, what would normally take me a lot longer, and I looked around my room, muttering to myself.

'Have I got everything? Right let's see, spare clothes, CHECK! Hair stuff, DOUBLE CHECK! Pj's… DOUBLE CHECK WITH KNOBS ON! Uhh…WAND!' I yelled; I couldn't forget my wand.

My fabulous wand is 9 inches long (size doesn't matter, you dirty, dirty person), unicorn hair and maple, flexible and good at transfiguration and charms, which came in handy when inventing things with Fred and George. Or dangling first-years by their feet to "sacrifice to Lord Cthulhu", or as everyone else knows it, "The Giant Squid". I quickly stashed it into the waist-band of my jeans and walked downstairs, humming the funeral march along the way, have you ever noticed how funeral had "fun" in it? No, I didn't either.

When eleven finally came around I walked into the sitting room to say goodbye to my parents, they were sitting on the sofa, Mum reading a novel and my Dad reading the muggle newspaper. You see my Father is a muggle. My Mum met him when she was 9 because she's muggle born and they lived close to each other. This if you hadn't guessed makes me a muggle-born too, or at least that's what we think.

My Dad knew my mum was a witch since he was 11 because she explained to him about going to Hogwarts, he didn't mind in the slightest. They've been together since they were 17 when my mum left school, and the rest is history. Mr Weasley and him are close friends, Mr Weasley always Owls him if he has a muggle question. Dad finds his questions amusing and is always eager to reply with detailed explanations.

I looked at them, a grin plastered on my face, 'are you ready dear?' My mum asked me, her eye's still trained on the book she was holding as she finished the sentence.

'Yeah I'll just floo in now shall I?' I asked feeling the bubble of excitement expand in my stomach. Dad got up quickly and hurried over to me.

'Can't your old man get a hug?' he asked with a smirk playing across his mouth. I hugged him tightly, then moved to my mother, who also gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I walked over to our large fireplace, I was about to put my hand into the floo pot, when my mother's voice came from behind me.

'Have you got everything?' She asked in slight amusement, I nearly always forgot something, but this time I had checked and re-checked.

'Yep,' I said, popping the 'p' at the end.

She then began to list everything and I just keep repeating 'got it 'until she came to money for things, you know, things that I want to buy, like... orphans. I gasped, hitting myself on the forehead before running back upstairs, rummaging around and came back down with the pocket money I had been saving up all summer.

When I came back down stairs my mum was smiling at me in amusement, my Dad, on the other hand, was in stitches. I sighed and bid them goodbye again before, grabbing the floo powder. I threw it into the fire making it turn green; I held up my head closing my eyes and said in a clear voice, 'The Burrow' and I was swirling off.

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of the Burrows crowded front room and smiled to myself. I walked out of the fireplace, hearing voices and loud footsteps, two pairs by the sound of it. I turned around but before I could see who it was I was knocked over by a sudden impact and two strong arms around me.

'JESSSS!' Bellowed one of them, sounded like Fred

'You're late Mrs,' stated the other in a mock annoyed tone.

I smiled and replied with 'no I'm not, I'm Jess,' grinning I sat up and engulfed them in a bear hug, which they quickly returned. I stood up, bushing myself off and saw Mr and Mrs Weasley grinning at me from ear-to-ear, I ran over to them and threw my arms around them also. I then looked around for the next person to tackle and saw Bill and Charlie standing next to each other, they didn't wait for me to make my way over to them and I was soon picked me and spun around by Charlie and hugged by Bill. That's when I noticed Harry standing in the corner, as if shying away from me and all the love I had to give, fat chance is he getting out of this. I ran over to him and squeezed him as tight as I could. He started to protest but I just squeezed him tighter, finding it rather amusing.

Then I turned slowly to Ron who stood there with a frightened look on his face. I picked him and swayed with him in my arms, only barley picking him up off the ground, due to my height, or lack of should I say. Again I squeezed him as hard as I could.

'HEYYYYY RONNIEKINSS,' I squealed, 'how'reeeeeyooou'? I asked grinning. I put him down quickly, what is that boy eating? He was now extremely red in the face, I gave him my mad person grin and walked back over to Fred and George who were grinning at me like mad Cheshire cats. I stopped; tilting my head down a bit and grinned making me look like the crazy child I am. But this was, after all, my normal behaviour so they just grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs. I turned around looking at Bill and Charlie, and winked, waving to the rest of the family I allowed myself to be dragged into the Twins room.

When we finally go there I sat on one of the beds, and looked at them expectantly.

'We did it,' they sung in unison.

With this I smiled in delight, 'how big did his tongue get?' I asked grinning once again. I pushed myself forwards on the bed leaning closer waiting for a reply.

'Well we don't know,' said Fred

'We weren't there, we left-' George continued

'-But Harry was there-'

'-Apparently it got four foot long before they would let Dad fix it for them,' George finished, a grin plastered on his face.

I clapped my hands together at this, thrilled that it had worked. We had been told by Ron that Dudley was on a diet, and well...we needed someone to test it out on. Who better that that git right?

'That's brilliant, what did Harry think?' I questioned through giggles.

'Well, to be honest he didn't really know what was going on,' said George looking slightly guilty, I just laughed; the look on Harry's face must've been hilarious.

Later that evening, after going out and playing Quidditch with everyone, Molly called us to tea. We came in and sat down, me in-between Fred and George.

While eating, there was a lot of chat about tomorrows Quidditch game. Which just set me off; I was literally bouncing with joy. Fred and George put a hand on one of my shoulders each to stop me, sniggering at my excitement.

'I'm never going to be able to sleep tonight I'm just too exited!' I exclaimed beaming madly around at everyone.

Mr Weasley looked up from his dinner smiling slightly, 'you're going to need to rest, Jess; you'll be up early in the morning'

I smiled at him, 'I'll try my best Captain,' I said slamming but hand to my head in a salute.

After everyone had finally finished tea, we all went up to Ginny's roomloudly, after a quick discussion we all sat in a circle.

'Shall we play truth or dare?' Ron asked looking slightly mischievous.

There was a murmur of 'Okays' and 'yeah's' so we started off.

Ron was first, so he turned to Ginny and asked her 'truth or dare?'

'Truth?' She answered, more of a question.

'Do you have a crush on anyone?' Ron asked thinking it was the best question in the world, someone had been watching too many girly-teenage movies, but this is the boy that admitted to liking Mean Girls, and not because that one chick got hit by a bus either, which, in my opinion was the highlight.

'No,' she replied looking relieved.

She then turned to me, 'Jess, truth or dare?' She asked with a smirk.

I thought about it for a moment, 'truth,' I replied leaning back on my elbows.

Ginny beamed 'okay then, if you could pick one person in our school to kiss who would it be?' She asked, looking like Christmas had come early, everyone seemed eager to hear my answer, so I thought about it for a bit.

'Hmm, hold on let me think about this one for a sec,' I replied stroking my chin as if I had a beard, I wish I had a beard... 'Professor McGonagall!' I said with my index finger pointing up. They all groaned, looking extremelydisappointed.

'You were supposed to take it seriously,' Harry said rolling his eyes, WOAH, when did he become part of the truth or dare mafia?

I looked at him with wide eyes and said as honestly as I could, 'my love for her is serious, don't be-smudge it with your jealousy,' slamming by hand over my heart.

They just sighed and told me to get on with my turn. I turned to Hermione with an evil glint in my eye, 'Hermione, truth or dare?' I asked, looking at her, waiting for an answer.

'Dare,' she said, looking slightly worried.

'YESS!' I exclaimed, everyone grinned waiting for me to dare her, 'I dare you, Hermione, to swap clothes ALL of your clothes, with…' I looked around the room, my eyes landing on Fred, 'with Fred,' I finished, 'go into your room and swap clothes go on, and I'll take your wands too.' I almost sang, everyone apart from the pair laughed.

5 minutes later Fred and Hermione came back into the room, Hermione in Fred's HUGE clothes; she scowled at me, holding onto the trousers to keep them up. Fred on the other hand, looked like he had been put in the washing-machine, Hermione's clothes were too small, obviously, the top showing his bellybutton, and her jeans extremely tight, causing him to tug on them constantly to keep himself comfortable.

I clapped my hands and laughed along with everyone else, after a few moments Fred joined in the laugher even Hermione had a smirk on her face. Once we had finished the game, we all went to bed for the night. Hermione and I in Ginny's room, the boys in Ron's room, because Charlie and Bill were using Fred and George's room for the night. I got changed into my pyjamas and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep.

It felt like no time at all that I was being shaken gently awake. I opened my eyes to see Fred and George looking down at me with smirks on their faces.

'Wakey, wakey, Jessy,' came Fred's voice.

'Five more minutes, Freddie,' I replied huffing, I felt like hitting him. I should hit him. I turned over still half sleep. I then felt arms sitting me up and pulling me onto a lap. I couldn't be bothered to get up so I just sat there in George's arms trying to get back to sleep, but he wouldn't let me, so I got up and turned to them.

'Out; I have to get changed, what's the weather like outside?' I asked groggily, 'nice enough for shorts?' I walked over to my bag and got out my jeans and shorts.

'Yeah should be,' George replied, a bit too fast. I shrugged and pointed at the door.

They looked at me like I had just insulted them, 'we'll say in here thanks, we won't look, promise,' they said the last bit together, exchanging smirks.

'Uhh… how about, no, out,' I repeated. This time they got the hint and walked out of the room. I put on my shorts and some converses, a floral top, and a large red hoddie and walked downstairs. Ron Harry and the Twins were at the table eating like they hadn't seen food in days; I rolled my eyes at them but smiled; same old lot.

After a quick breakfast we got going to Stoasthead Hill. Fred and George took my hands and we walked chatting about random things until we got there, it's always been like this for us, although there was nothing romantic in any of our relationships we still did things like hold hands, they'd even straightened my hair once, I know! It was wonderful for a lazy person like myself.

Once we got there we started looking for the portkey, but had no such luck. After a couple of minutes we all heard a voice.

'Over here Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!' Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.

'Amos!' said Mr Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted.

Mr Weasley introduced everyone, and soon we saw Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff in our year. We chatted for a while. Soon we were all stood in a tight circle, around a muddy old boot, not exactly what I would call fun, but close enough. We all took hold of it and then we were off in howling wind and a swirl of colour.

I slammed onto the ground a second later, knocking the wind out of me, I looked up to see Mr Diggory, Cedric, and Mr Weasley still standing, and in my opinion, slightly smug. Fred and George walked over to me, and each held out a hand which I took gratefully.

'Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill,' said a voice.

After a long trek, we all made it to the tent. I stopped a moment looking at it. I turned around to see Mr Weasley walking towards us, a grin of excitement on his face.

'Right everyone, the girl's tent is to the left and the boys is here,' he said gesturing to each tent in turn. We all headed towards the boys' tent and looked inside. It was huge! On the outside it looked as if it could hold up to three people, but on the inside, it could easily hold at least nine. There was also a kitchen with an oven and a dining area. Bloody fantastic.

Much later that night when we were ready to go and watch the match we headed for the big stadium. After trudging up flights and flights worth of stairs we unfortunately came across Draco Malfoy and his Father. Oh how I would like to cut that boy, and possibly even hit him with a shovel.

'Potter, Weasleys,' Draco sneered at them, completely ignoring Hermione and I. I wanted to snort a laugh, as if that would hurt my feelings, or Hermione's for that matter, I always felt dirty after he said my name, like his slimy exterior had somehow seeped out through his mouth and onto me, through his words.

Harry turned around quickly to this comment, 'what do you want Malfoy?' he asked angrily.

'I see you're still hanging out with those blood traitors, oh and look two little mudbloods!' He sneered again, looking somewhat offended to be near us.

Everyone looked around not understanding who the other 'mudblood' was, I sighed, 'he meant me' I said calmly.

They looked at me in confusion. So I carried on.

'Dads a muggle, isn't he? So he's implying that because he's a muggle I'm as low in his standards as a muggle born is, probably doesn't help that Mum's muggle born, either,' I said smiling sadly, Draco sneered at me, I admit I'm getting a little cross now, like the kind of ticked off where I could easily just slip and pull out his intestinesthrough his belly-button. He doesn't give anyone a brake does he? My friends glared at him. Ron cursed under his breath and the others gave him looks of disgust. I had to hold onto Fred and George to stop them beating him to a bloody pulp, not that I would mind. I like a little violence, I find it entertaining. Pulling them away I carried on up the steps both fists full of one of their jacket sleeves so they didn't go down there and throw him off the edge of the stand.

Finally we got to our seats and sat down, chatting excitedly to one another while we waited, until the Bulgarians mascots came on the show began.

Well this was/and still is my first fanfiction:3 I hope you like it. I've done quite a bit more, I just wanted to see what people thought of it.

Review please ^.^ and constructive criticism is welcome, though flames will be ignored. Byee!