AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is going to be a nine-shot. One chapter with a few different moments from the nine years that the two main characters have known each other. But anyways, this is a Fred/OC story for Mew-tsubaki's Because of Love Challenge. I love Fred/OC, if you don't then click away. So yeah, done rambling, so you can read now. And Happy New Year.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, just my OC.
Because we all know that pulling on a girl's pigtail is the best way to her heart.
Year One
I.
"Fred, George," Mrs. Weasley shouted at them as the boarded the train. "Behave!"
The two red-haired boys snickered as they waved their mother off. They made no promises to behave, and quite frankly, that soothed their mother more than if they had. At least now, she knew that when she got a letter from Albus Dumbledore, the boys hadn't gone against their word. She sighed as she watched the train carrying off her twin boys, Percy, and Charlie - who would be graduating at the end of the year. They'd taken the first step to growing up. They had been accepted into Hogwarts, and now they were leaving. Oh well, at least she had Ronald and Ginny.
The boys pushed down the aisle until they found an almost empty compartment. Inside sat one girl and her brown cat curled on her lap. She was biting on her lip and starting out the window as the train began to gain speed. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Her ankles were crossed. And most importantly to Fred Weasley, her brown hair was in pigtails. That set something off inside of Fred. He couldn't tell anyone what it was, but every time he saw a girl with pigtails, his heart rate sped up, and his palms got sweaty. He could feel heat climbing up his neck and to his ears. His legs turned to jelly, and he just had the undying desire to pull them.
And that's exactly what he did to the innocent girl sitting in the compartment. He walked in and pulled her pigtail.
The girl let loose a yelp and her hand flew to the pulled hair. "What is wrong with you?" she barked, the words rolling out of her pink lips.
He held his sweaty hand out to her, "I'm Fred," he introduced, and then pointed over his shoulder, "and this is my twin brother, George."
The girl looked at the one called Fred for a moment before shaking his hand, "My name's Carleen."
"Carly," the twins said together as they took the seat opposite Carleen.
"What?" she asked nursing her injured pigtail.
"We're going to call you Carly," the one called George said.
"Okay," she said slowly. "Why did you pull my pigtail?" she questioned to Fred. She'd always remember him, as the boy that walked into her compartment and pulled her pigtail. She'd never forget his face.
"Sorry, it just kind of happens," he said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just have the urge."
"Well, get rid of the urge."
George snickered and pointed his wand at the girl's hair. "Would you rather it be blue?" he asked her. Fred joined in on his brother's laughter.
"What?" she asked indignantly, Clearly not seeing what was so funny about him asking if she would like her hair to be blue. It was a stupid question.
Feeling bad for the girl, Fred took a mirror and showed it to her. Her scream was the best part. George leapt over to cover her mouth, so not to draw the attention of the older students. He sat with his hand covering her mouth for a moment to ensure that no one was coming into the compartment and then released her mouth.
"Biting is not nice," George scolded.
"CHANGE IT BACK!" Carleen demanded.
"Alright, alright, hold still," George said. He flicked his wand and her hair slowly started to turn back to its chocolate brown color. "It should be normal by the sorting ceremony."
She screamed again, this time out of pure annoyance. And the boys simply laughed at her.
II.
"Carly, you're in Gryffindor!" the twins shouted at the brunette sitting at the end of the table alone.
"That's a surprise," Fred said, pulling her pigtail again, although much gentler this time.
"You're more like a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff," George commented, sitting on the left side while George took her right.
"I'm sorry?" she said, her left eyebrow arched. "I really have now clue what you or that hat are talking about."
"You're muggleborn," Fred pointed out, stealing a piece of her roll from her plate. "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin are all houses at Hogwarts. Slytherin is where all the dark wizards go, Ravenclaw is for the intellectuals, Hufflepuff is for the kind, and Gryffindor - the best house and your house - is for the brave."
"Find someone else to harass?" a tall red-haired boy asked from behind the three.
"Don't worry Charlie," George said, also stealing a bit of her roll. "She's Carly, the girl we met on the train."
"The one whose hair you turned blue?" Charlie asked.
"The very same," Carleen responded. "STOP THAT!" she shouted at the twin stealing her roll.
"There's no getting rid of them now," Charlie told her, they're eating your food. But if you guys are ready, we're heading up to the dorm. You can go with me or Percy." Te twins made a face. "That's what I thought," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Let's go."
The twin stood and walked off behind Charlie, leaving Carleen alone. Fred turned back to her and smirked. "Come on, Carly."
III.
"Quidditch?" Carleen questioned as she was pulled down the corridors and stairs of Hogwarts. "What's Quidditch?"
"Only the best wizarding sport in the world," Fred said enthusiastically. George had all ready gone to the Pitch to get seats for them. They'd been leaving when he say Carleen sitting on the sofa in front of the empty fireplace reading. Her hair was in pigtails again. He sighed and resisted the urge to pull them, because when he did, she'd got upset. He simply held his hand out to her hand closed her book with the other one. Knowing that any attempt to ignore Fred Weasley would be in vain, she stood and dropped her book on the sofa and walked out of the Common Room with him.
"What is it though?" she asked again.
"I keep forgetting that you haven't been exposed to magic," he said. He rubbed his neck and tried to think. "Dad says that it's like Muggle Football and a little bit of Rugby." Fred stopped and pulled his wand from his pocket. He pointed at the wall across from them, and a small image of a Quidditch Pitch appeared. "Okay so there are 7 players - 3 chasers to score with the quaffle, 2 beaters who are equipped with two bats to hit the bludgers away from their teammates , 1 keeper to protect the hoops , and 1 seeker to catch the golden snitch. So the quaffle is the red ball that the Chasers chase,and they try and score through one of the three hoops that the keeper guards. Each goal is worth ten points. Then the beaters fly around at hit the bludgers to protect their teammates, mainly the seeker, from the bludgers by knocking these balls off course or towards opponents. The seeker catches the snitch. It's impossibly fast and damn near impossible to see." The whole time he'd been talking, he'd been drawing a diagram on the wall with the tip of his wand. "That help?"
"What are the rules?" Carleen asked.
"You'll learn when you watch. It's really a easy game to follow," he promised. He muttered a spell and the drawing disappeared. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her down the corridor again. "I think you'll like it."
"And if I don't?"she questioned as they exited the castle. "What then?"
"Then in two years, I'll take you on a date in Hogsmeade for your trouble. "
"Well, that sounds like a win-win for you, and a lose-lose for me."
Insulted, Fred reached over and pulled her pigtail. "Whatever, so do we have a deal or not?"
They were standing at the gates of the Pitch. "Yeah, we have a deal, and stop pulling my pigtail."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some chapters will have more than three moments in them, some might have less. I just wanted to get this up for the new year. So I just did the three that I already had typed. So anyway, keep that in mind. Review please, it makes me update faster.