"So what do you think we should do Freddie? This little snake seems to have caught us in the act." George, one of the Weasley twins said while holding my chin in his hand. I said nothing but glared at him while Fred came up next to him and tilted my face to the side as if to inspect me better.
"I guess it's up to her, just like it is when any pretty girl catches us in one of our jokes." They smirked and were suddenly really close to my face. "So, little Slytherin, which one of us is your favorite?"
I backed up and found myself trapped against the wall, since they just followed me with identical (evil) smirks on their faces. "Fav-favorite? I don't have a favorite. Look, I won't say anything about your stupid prank so just let me go." I tried to step around them only to end up sandwiched between them, Fred in front of me and George behind me. "Seriously, this isn't funny. Let me go."
"Sorry Snape, no can do." Fred leaned closer to me and a deep blush spread across my face. My dad was Snape and my mother wasn't someone I had ever met. I was a year younger than these two guys, which made me 14 and them 15. "You seem to like me well enough. Sorry George." A sigh was heard from behind me before Fred started leading me down the hall.
I looked behind me as I was dragged away by a Weasley to see the other twin smirking at me. "Have fun, use safety measures!" He called out joyfully, and I started resisting against Fred a bit in response.
"Hey wait a minute! Just what do you think you're doing? Let go of me Fred Weasley!"
"Relax Snape, trust me you'll enjoy this." He led me to a blank wall before suddenly a door appeared there and he led me inside. "Welcome to the Room of Requirement." It was incredibly cool. There was pillows and couches all over the place, even a bed over in the corner. "Usually we just prank the Slytherin girls into silence, but since you're pretty I've decided to make an exception."
When I turned around to ask him what he was talking about, his lips were suddenly covering mine and we were on a couch with him hovering over me, pressing me into the cushions. I gasped as his tongue ran along my bottom lip and he took that opportunity to invade my mouth, starting a tongue battle that he eventually won. When I pulled back due to lack of oxygen—hey, I had to breathe sometime!—he started placing light kisses down my neck. "Hm. Do you do this often? You're not too bad at this compared to other fourth years."
I moaned lightly when he started becoming more aggressive in his attack on my neck. "Of course not. Who do you think I-oh!" I gasped when he found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck I felt him smirk at my reaction and he bit down there, making my hips rise to meet his and us both to moan at the friction that caused. He started to grind into me as I pulled his face back to mine to start snogging him again.
"What's your-your first name?" He asked, and that snapped me out of whatever trance I had been in. He blinked up at me in confusion when he suddenly found himself on the floor. "Is something wrong?"
No, of course nothing would seem wrong to him. He was just a stupid Gryffindor; he probably did this all the time. "Don't ever touch me again you stupid blood traitor." I hissed, running out of the room before he could see the tears gathering in my eyes. I had been secretly admiring him for a while, and he was willing to do all that without even knowing my name. Stupid pig.
"Hey, there's your Prince Charming." My best friend Alina said while snickering. I turned in the direction she was looking to see Fred staring with that confused look he gets whenever he sees me. "You really need to get over what he did last year, whatever it was that he did."
I scoffed and glared at him. "No way, and I'm not telling you so don't try tricking me into it. All you need to know is that both he and his brother are perverts and gits. Bloody man whores."
She rolled her eyes when I turned around so my back was to the troublesome twins again. "Yeah, and yet you're still undeniably attracted to him." I turned my glare to her now. "Hey it's true! Can't kill me if I'm telling the truth Corrie."
"So, your name's Corrie? That's cute." Came an amused voice behind us. I froze up, recognizing the voice immediately. When had he gotten here? "Don't you think so Georgie?" Oh, of course they were both here. Bloody twins couldn't go anywhere without the other being there too.
"Quite cute," George said as I turned to face the two troublemakers. I was sad to see they had brought their posse with them, the entirety of the Gryffindor Quiddich team with them including the announcer Lee Jordan. "It's a name unfitting for a Slytherin snake like her."
I scoffed. "Oh please, like I need you two man whores telling my name's unfitting. Your mum should have named you Dumb and Dumber, that would be much more appropriate than George and Fred." I scowled in distaste at Fred's name, slightly upset that he was only taking the time now to learn my name. But I really shouldn't be worrying about that right now. His eyes were glaring fiercely at me, but I could still see some of the confusion from before, and he looked so cute… focus Corrie, focus!
"That's funny, coming from a slut like you. Tell me, been to the Room of Requirement lately? It can get quite cozy in there I'm sure you remember." Fred smirked when he saw the blood drain from my face. "It was just last year; surely you haven't been with so many guys that you don't remember us being in there."
His friends all started to laugh except for the girls who gave me pitying looks and Harry who looked about ready to slap them both upside the head. I beat him to it though, and Fred's head snapped back with the force of me punching him in the face. He held his jaw in shock while everybody else—even those who were just passing by—froze. I felt a single tear slip down my cheek as I glared at him, and he seemed to watch its progress as it fell. "Just stay the bloody hell away from me Weasley. I don't want to see you again."
With that I stormed away, embarrassed by how many people had gathered to watch the show. As I walked away I wiped the tears leaking from my eyes, trying to keep from running away. I headed to the dungeons, knowing that I was skipping classes but not caring. Once in the 5th year Slytherin girls dorm I pulled my curtains closed around my bed and muttered, 'muffalo' setting up a sound barrier before I burst out crying. Alina tried to come talk to me later in the day, but I ignored her, and she couldn't move the curtains because I put up a spell to keep them from opening to anyone but me so she eventually left.
I couldn't help thinking about the way Fred's eyes had twinkled when he was in front of me, the same way they had looked last year when we had been in the Room of Requirement… sure there wasn't any lust like back then, but still. I groaned and put my pillow over my face. I obviously had issues if I was still crushing on him. I looked at my watch to see that it was dinner time, and decided that I had been acting like a hermit long enough. I was a strong individual, except when it came to Fred; I wasn't going to hide in here like a coward, even though I wanted to when I thought of Fred possibly confronting me again.
"It doesn't matter." I muttered as I walked into the Great Hall with the rest of the stragglers. "You can like him all you want, but you'll never tell him. It'll be better—for everyone—if they think you hate him, and he wouldn't care anyway. Just keep up the mask." That didn't stop me from immediately scanning the Gryffindor table until my eyes met with a pair of a deep azure pair. The bruise on Fred's face didn't look so bad, but that was probably thanks to a potion Madame Pompfrey gave him. He glared at me along with most of his table and I quickly scurried to my own house's table.
It wasn't that much better there though. Everyone glared at me as dinner went on. "Everyone knows about the 'you and Fred' thing from last year… did you really sleep with him in that secret room?" Alina asked in wonder, and I felt my eyes widen. "That's what he told everyone anyway, and now everyone in Slytherin's mad you were with a blood traitor."
"He told them what?" I nearly screeched. I looked over at Fred to see him smirking at me, and he gave me a wink. I couldn't help it, I blushed as I glared at him. I looked away when he smirked wider, apparently happy to have gotten a reaction out of me. "I did no such thing! I caught them planning a prank so he took me to this secret room. Then he started snogging me and I got distracted, then he asked me for my first name and I pushed him away from me and left. There was no shagging ever." I started tearing up again and Alina started rubbing my back.
"Hey, it'll be okay. Look, with the tournament going on everybody will soon forget about this."
She was wrong. For the next month whenever I walked down the halls people would call me the Gryffindor Whore. Apparently no Gryffindor male was safe when I was around. Random Gryffindor guys saying that they had slept with me after Fred did—even though I didn't even know who half of them were—didn't help the situation. I stopped letting it bug me after a while, it wasn't true and I knew it so eventually I learned to ignore it. I began hating Fred though, and I hated that I was still crushing on him. I wasn't stupid though, if anyone ever found out about my infatuation with him I would never live it down, which is why only Alina knew. I could trust her, as she had been my only friend that had kept talking to me after Fred spread those nasty rumors. A Slytherin—let alone Snape's daughter—liking a Gryffindor was like a death sentence.
Right now we were sitting in the library, 'studying'. Well, Alina was actually studying, I was twirling my hair and glaring over at where Fred and George were putting a spell on one of the books to explode in purple goo when someone opened it. I let my auburn hair fall from between my fingers and sighed, turning away from the gingers and going to stand among the shelves. I heard Alina get up to follow me with a sigh but I ignored her for now, something was telling me to go over in this direction.
"You okay Cor?" She whispered, and I sighed in response. "Look, I know that I said everyone would forget really soon but just give it a little more time." As soon as she said that a couple of Griffindor 2nd years came by and started giggling and whispering about me as soon as they saw me standing there before walking away. "Okay, so give it to the end of the year."
I just looked at her sadly but didn't say anything. I looked out of the window instead and saw the same dark eyes of my father looking back at me. My auburn hair definitely wasn't from his side of the family, his whole family was pale and had dark eyes and hair. My dad knew who my mom was, no doubt about it, but he always said that it wasn't imperative for me to know. Imperative my ass, this was my mom we were talking about, half of my DNA for crying out loud!
"Hey Hermione, is the plan ready for next week?" A voice asked in the next aisle next to where Alina and I were standing.
"Yeah we just have to relax and not act suspicious." Because that wasn't suspicious at all. "This is going to be so good Ginny, Harry and Ron won't even know what hit them. I hope the teachers don't realize that it was us."
Alina and I looked at each other before we started taking books out of the bookcase so we could see them. "Hermione don't worry so much, this is going to be great."
"So… what's this plan of yours and how do we get involved." I asked, smirking when they whirled around in surprise. "Whatever it is you're doing sounds fun. We're in." Alina nodded next to me and Hermione and Ginny looked at each other before returning our evil grins.
"Looks like we just found the missing links in our plan."