Hey guys! So I haven't been active for a while, I know, but I'm sort of back now ish. And here's my newest work.
There was a bang, a screech and a scream as someone fell into one of the Twins infamous pranks, and I sighed. A whole summer. A whole freaking summer of this I'd had to suffer through, holed up in this room worried for my sanity. I tapped my pen against a worn wooden desk, which had acquired scratches and scars over its many decades of use, listening as the twins laughed at whoever was unfortunate enough to blunder into their range. It sounded like Ron, or maybe it was Harry this time. The Weasley's house had been crammed, with barely enough breathing space. Not only were I and my siblings staying, but also Ron's friends Hermione and Harry, which just added to the clammer of every day life. Mum and Dad had had an important business call, absolutely bloody urgent apparently. 'We'll only be a few days' they'd lied. A whole summer holiday later and here we were, with Benjamin going off to do whatever he's doing, now he's finished at Hogwarts, and me and Landon off into our 6th year.
"OI! Kitty cat! Hurry up." Fred called up the stairs, and I rolled my eyes, shoving the last of my possessions into my overflowing trunk. I tried to flip the lid, but just like every year, it wouldn't close, no matter how much i pushed and shoved.
"Make me." I called back as i sat on the lid, hoping i could make it stretch just enough to flip the catch. As soon as I heard the tell tale footsteps pounding up the stairs i regretted my remark. The door flew open, and there they stood, The Wicked Weasley's. Fiery red hair, freckled faces, attractive enough to give Narcissus a run for his money. As soon as my eyes met his, I felt the fire in the pit of my stomach as whirlwind of hatred and pent up anger swirled through my body. Fred was undoubtedly the most charming, cruel, devious guy on the planet, and getting into a tussle with him was about as stupid as driving into shark invested waters and opening up an essential vein. Except he didn't have the killer teeth, oh no. He had something much worse.
"Kitty cat, there are a lot of things i can make you do, But getting your ass out this door isnt high on that list, alright love?" he winked, and i grit my teeth. There it was, the most deadly thing of all. An english accent, charm, and that goddamn smile. The twins were brilliant, no one could deny that. They were popular, gorgeous, amazing beaters... Anything that perfect is illegal. You can argue with me about the law, but I'm pretty sure it's in there somewhere.
"Why are you so obsessed with my ass, thing 1?" I shot back, which only made them both smirk.
"Maybe because its so big."
"And underused." George chipped in.
"And thing 1?"
"I'm heartbroken that I've been demoted to thing 2. I thought i was your one and only." George feigned hurt, touching his chest in mock pain. I stood up defensively, and the trunk sprung open, raining clothes. As if the world wanted me to suffer even more than I already was, a pair of lacy green panties landed right by Fred's foot, and lets say they wouldn't leave much to the imagination. My cheeks flushed, but I stood tall, as if it didn't phase me what so ever that the heart breakers of Hogwarts were stairing down at my thong in sheer amusement.
"In your dreams." I spat, my eyes following Fred's every move as he bent down, catching the fabric between his fingers and picking it up, cocking an eyebrow at me slyly as George wolf whistled.
"Oh believe me. They will be." he sneered, and like that my temper snapped. I launched forward, snatching at the pants, but he held them up high like the immature child he was, and I curse the fact I was at lEast a head shorter than him. I grit my teeth, knowing if I had any chance of snatching them back, I'd have to press myself right against him and reach over his shoulder. I knew that, he bloody well knew that, and thats why he was wearing the shit eating grin of his as I eyed him, my eyes narrowing in malice.
"Give them back, or I swear to Merlin I will rip off both your balls, put them in a deep fryer and make you eat them." When i got angry, I got creative, and if it had been any other boy, he would have shrunk back, he would have caved. I was unique in my punishments, and everyone knew it. Get on the bad side of me, and your in for an agonising wait. You don't know when its coming, but you know it is. Fred however, didn't give a shit. We'd known each other our whole lives, and our parents before us, even our grandparents, had been best of friends. Generation after generation of Weasley's and Bennett's had befriended each other, and we were probably the first and only ones to hate each others guts. Ginny? Ron? Bill? I love them. My brothers and sister get on with the twins just fine, my sister Calliope probably gets on with them a little too well. But me? I'd rather get hit in the face numerous times by bludgers than share the same house as them. In fact, its not even really George. It's Fred, who staresdown at me now with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he hold my pants above his head like the twat he is. Fred, who once covered me head to toe in slug slime. Fred, who broke my first broom trying to catch Scabbers. Fred, who once in a drunken haze kissed me then puked down my new dress.
"I'll be looking forward to it love." He grinned, before throwing my pants into the trunk and walking off, leaving me seeing red. I fought the edge to stamp my foot and turn him into a piece of fine china, instead I just huffed, slammed my suitcase shut with enough force to actually close it this time, and started dragging my stuff down the stairs. My skirt was askew, my blouse untucked, my tie looked like god knows what, and my robes... Don't even get me started please, or I may just have a mental breakdown. I dropped my cases by the front door, storming into the kitchen with an air of vengeance. Ron, Harry, Hermoine and Ginny had the good sense to scuttle away, the first three only just moving up into their 4th year, and little Ginny finally into the swing of it all in her 2nd year. My brothers were nowhere to be seen, which didn't surprise me. Landon was only 10 months older than me, and some sick twist of fate had landed us in the same year. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but watching him suck face with a bunch of bitches who then give me the cold shoulder when he doesn't call them back? Not brilliant. Timothy was in his 5th year, and mostly kept to himself, though I know for a fact hed step up to the plate defending me at the first sign of trouble. Benjamin I've mentioned, that's not much to say on that part. Got amazing results in his N.E.W.T.s and got a job at the ministry. Calliope, 20 year old vixen of the northern hemisphere. Probably the Southern Hemisphere too actually. She's gorgeous, funny, smart, she's got that kind of face you'd die for. She went off to Australia to peruse something to do with Herbology. She came back for part of the summer, along with my eldest brother Asher, who also has a job in the Ministry. So for a brief time at least all the Bennett children were under one roof, until Calliope got bored of messing with the twins like they were long forgotten toys and Asher got called to France where his girlfriend Vanessa, a muggle, was expecting his child. It's strange to think ill be an aunt soon.
"Cathleen! Look at you, your as bad as the rest of them." Mrs. Weasley fussed around me, straightening my uniform, pushing the long strands of raven black hair off of my face in an effort to make me look presentable. I relaxed under her doting his hands, smiling slightly as she frowned at my face, which was probably dirty smeared. She was another mother to me, and I loved her for it. Despite my complains, I wouldn't never give this place up, not for the world. There's something about the country side, and sitting around a rowdy wooden table that makes me feel at ease.
"Such a pretty face and you try to hide it behind all that hair of yours." She tuts, and I grin, crinkling my nose. She chuckles slightly, smoothing my hair tenderly away from my face, before cupping my cheeks, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"What I wouldn't give to be young again." She whispered in a wistful tone as she went back to her pots and pans.
"But you are young." I interjected, and Molly laughed.
"That's why I like you dear." She chuckled, but the touching moment was utterly broken as my brothers and the twins crashed into the kitchen like Bulls. They made a bee line for the table, and I knew the war was on. Molly laid down all the food, and I dived in. There was no room to be lady like now. I snatched up toast, pinching it right out of Landon's fingers. He gave me a harsh kick under the table, but I ignored the searing pain in my calf as I managed to scoop up a fried egg, some bacon and a rare sausage. Happy with my haul, I started to eat, and Timothy watched me sulkily as I enjoyed my food. He'd managed to grab a scone and a burn piece of toast, where as Fred, George and Landon all had their plates piled high. I reached forward stealthy, grabbed two sausages off of Landon's plate, and dropped them in front of Timothy. Landon looked up, scowling at me, his mouth full as he protested.
"Hey! I got them fair and square." He spat egg at me, and I raised an eyebrow.
"If only the girls could see you now, dream boat." I teased, holding my fingers up like a frame. He batted away my hands, but he was grinning. He didn't really care about the food, or my teasing, he never did. Fred, however, always had something to say.
"Kitty cats all about stealing them sausages." He mocked, making George spit beans all over the table as he choked on his laughter. Molly turned at the noise, brandishing her tea towel and hitting the, both over the head with it.
"That's enough of that the both of you. Disgusting George really. And where on earth have the others gone? Scared them off, have you." She demanded, and the twins acted innocent, as always.
"Mother! We had nothing to do with it." George managed to say between coughs.
"Yes. You make a guy disappear once and your forever accused for every disappearance that comes alone." Fred crossed his arms, looking hurt.
"I'm actually disappointed that you'd think we'd do such a thing." George finished, batting his eyelashes. Molly was about to go ape shit, I saw it coming, but before she could, Ron and his friends, followed by a tired looking Ginny, walked in, all looking ready to go. I wasn't quite finished my breakfast, but Molly was already ushering us towards the fireplace, ready to floo us to Kings cross station. One by one we arrived, and as usual we were late. The goodbyes were rushed, and when Molly got to me, she gave me a smile.
"Push your hair back darling. Your beautiful. No matter what my boys tell you-" she cast them a cutting look, and they grinned and waved, blowing a few kisses too.
"They know it too. They'd do just about anything for you, may not seem like it. But they would. Your family. Okay?" She asked, and I must admit I was a little lost for words, which doesn't happen very often. I managed to muster a nod before the trains horn sounded, and I had to rush to jump abroad the train. Most carriages were full, and I waded my way through first years as I went to the one I usually sit in. Sure enough there sat my friends.
Eglantine Darlington, Eggy to us, Darling to the rest of the world, sat with her back pressed against the window, her shiny blond hair curled to perfection. She was the pretty one, the nice one, the all around good person, bleh bleh bleh. It was no wonder she was a prefect. She was perfect. It irked me how perfect she was sometimes.
Bianca Danvers sat next to her, looking plain in comparison. In fact, she was quite plain. She had brown hair, brown eyes, average complexion, she was small and quite around strangers, but she was loud around us. She was a brainiac too. Name any spell and she's mastered it.
Finally Lori Bailey, the darker one in our group, with her died pale blue hair and her bull ring piercing, sat opposite, fiddling with the multiple earrings, changing them around. Lori was what the muggle world called indie. She had piercings and the most badass fashion sense ever, she was amazing. She was my favourite, not because she could get alcohol easy, though that was high on my list, but because if you needed a friend she was genuinely there for you, no matter what. You could call her at 3 am and she'd be there with in half an hour beating ice cream and tissues.
We were an odd group, and I checked the athletic, out there box. Look at us and you can't see a thing we'd have in common. But it words, and they are the most important people in the world to me. I sat down next to Lori, closing the door behind me, and observed Eggy's barely contained grin.
"So... How was your holidays with the Reds? Hot? Steamy? Sexy?" She stretched out that last word in a husky voice, and I almost hurled. Bianca giggled, shaking her head in disbelief, while Lori just smiled, rolling her eyes. I stared back at Eggy with a look of horror. How could she think I would do such a vile thing?
"No!" I pretty much screeched out, making the whole carriage dissolve in laughter. The mere suggestion of anything between either of the twins makes my cheeks burn red, and though I'd like to claim its in anger, I knew I wouldn't be telling the whole truth. In honestly, there's a tiny, little smidgen of me that thinks about Fred that way. Sex wise, it would be fucking awesome. Then I check myself and realise, hey, your gross you gutter monkey.
"Oh god it was a joke, I know you didn't." Eggy giggled, and that made my ears prick. I looked at her, narrowing my eyes.
"Oh? How so?" I asked, which made her stop laughing. The carriage went silent for a second as she deliberated her options, before shrugging, adjusting her tie and looking down as she answered.
"Me and Fred hooked up a few times." She said as if it was nothing serious, and my mouth fell open. Oh. Shit. Oh hell no mother of merlin no way. Eggy. And Fred. Having sex. In the same house as me!
"Please God please tell me you wore protection. I swear the amount of girls he's been with he's got to have caught something." I pleaded with her, and her cheeks went red.
"Of course I did I'm not stupid." She defended herself, and out the corner of my eye I saw Bianca pale. My mouth somehow dropped open wider as I turned to face her. She looked nervous and sheepish, and I felt my heart lurch.
"Not you as fucking well!" I squeaked, and she sat up straighter, protesting instantly.
"No! No not... Not Fred." She muttered, and I threw my hands up, fighting the gag that was begging to be released.
"George? Okay that's not so bad but still. Guys!" I turned to Lori, but she held her ring littered hands up in surrender.
"Nope. I'm not down for red headed sex man. I'm fine with good old fashioned regular hair sex." She smirked as she twirled a lock of her so not regular hair, anf I sighed in relief.
"Well at least one of you has kept your sanity." I huffed, looking at Eggy the most harshly. I didn't really mind Bianca and George. I didn't hate George. But Fred and Eggy? Eww no I can't even think about it. Eggy rolled her eyes, crossing her legs as she met my eyes.
"Stop freaking out, okay? It's no big deal. It was just a couple of weeks of meaningless sex. That's all." She stated, but I could see in her eyes the broken and defeated girl she was trying to hide. My heart sunk then, and I regretted being so hard on her.
"Eggy... He's a player, it's nothing personal." I reached out and patted her knee, looking into her shining eyes. She swallowed hard, sitting up painfully straight, shaking out her hair as she blinked away the tears.
"That makes it all the worse. I was just a screw to him. At least Bianca got some emotion before it ended." She said jealously, and Bianca frowned.
"He dumped me on my birthday." She whispered, and I felt the simmering rage well up in my stomach. I stood, clenching my palms, and Eggy looked up in shock.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice alarmed as i threw open the carriage door. The train started to move, but I was too angry to care. How could Fred do that to her? Use her and leave her like that? He was going to pay.
"I need to go talk to those little weasels." I ground out through gritted teeth, and Bianca tried to catch onto my wrist, but I moved away.
"Cathy!" She called, but she was drowned out by Lori's rendition of "Who let the dogs out". I would have been offended if I wasn't blinded by hatred. But as it was, I stormed down the train, in search of Weasley blood.
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