"Hey, Anne!" A voice said behind me. Ug, Fred Weasley. Jr. Of course. Yes, I am a muggleborn, yes I love the Harry Potter series, and yes I love Fred and George Weasley the first. But, I have an issue with the second Fred Weasley. He irritates me. He just hits a spot inside me that annoys me, but not enough to give him my mean side. And trust me, NO ONE wants to see my mean side. It is BAD. So he has been chasing me since the first time I stepped on the big red train. Every girl that crossed his path fell to the ground in front of him, sometimes literally. It was bad. I am about the only person that hasn't, and most people say at the end of that sentence; yet. There won't be a yet. At least while I am still in school and I plan on keeping my promise.
I sighed. "What?" I asked, but I knew the answer, or question to my answer.
"Will you please please pleeease go out with me? And before you say no… just once, that is all I ask! And if you like it, maybe twice?" He asked, putting on his best puppy dog face that made all girls, except mine, hearts melt. I even heard a few girls sigh as they walked by, glaring at me in the process. I glared straight back, before turning back to him.
"Your face, looks like a frog!" I told him, but I knew it was a lie. He chuckled and tucked a piece of my long, brown, curly hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my headband. I slapped his hand and kicked his shin with my boots. And these boots are just ugs, they were western boots, or I guess you could say; cowboy boots.
Yes, I forgot to mention, I am a farm girl. I live in South Dakota, my family raises beef cows. So I was not the most popular girl. I was the 'odd' one, But I liked it! I had fun because I didn't need to impress anyone. And Fred Weasley loves it. I also noticed a few other guys staring. It kind of creeped me out. The girls galring all the time was annoying, but I was the social butterfly, never being friends with anyone, but talking to anyone and everyone. And I loved it.
"OW!" He yelled. The whole great hall (the whole student body practically) looked at him. He grinned and waved. "Hello everyone!" He turned back to where I was, but then I wasn't there. I was behind him, sneaking away. I laughed and headed towards the stairs. He heard my laugh and went to follow me. I broke into a run and turned the corner on the next floor. Ah, the painting of the golden trio. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, smiled at me.
"Running from my nephew again, are we?" He laughed. I grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes at my
"oh yes, and I plan to lose him. Open sesame?" I asked.
"Give him a chance?" The painting opened, covering Harry's face from view.
"Nope!" I laughed. As I shut the painting I heard Ron ask what 'Open Sesame' was. I giggled again as Hermione sighed and told him it was a muggle saying, like always. I heard footstep running past and Fred ask Harry, Ron and Hermione if they had seen me. I grinned; I bribed them all so they wouldn't tell. But for once, it wasn't what I normally heard.
"Yes, Fred." It was Harry. I always knew he was the weakest link in her bribery.
"Where? Where is she?"
"Behind this painting."
"Well, open up!"
"I can't without the password"
"What is the password?"
"I am not allowed to say! Only Anne knows, and she cursed us so that we couldn't say it. Sorry."
"Ug! Anne! Please come out! I swear! All I want to be is your friend! I promise! Please come out!" He yelled, glaring at the trio in the painting. I sighed, I might as well, and hopefully he wouldn't see my secret hide-out I had.
"You already said that!" I said, hopefully I could buy some time. I could practicly see the confused look on his face.
"Said what?"
"Please come out."
"Well I had good reason, didn't I? Now, please come out."
"Open sesame." I said as quietly as I could to the back of the painting. It opened, and as soon as it did I said again, "close sesame." I looked at him shamefully. He looked angry as hell. (No, it isn't a bad word)
"You have been hiding in this… this….. Hellhole!" He threw his hands up in the air. Bloody- yeah I know I picked up on their swear word… Fred also loved that , But this time he took it too far. I took a year creating this…. Hellhole is what he calls it. No. This was my work, and I loved every part about it. If he didn't like it he could bug off.
"THIS ISN'T A HELLHOLE! I worked on this for over a year! And you call it a hellhole?!" I yelled at him. I shook m head and laughed. "Yeah! YOU would! You don't care about anything, OR ANYONE! YOU JUST CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!" I knew this wasn't true though. He was the most caring person in the school, but I would NEVER tell him that. He was a true Hufflepuff, and yet he was in Gryffindor. I was mad. No, scratch that. I was livid.
"No. I don't think it is. I think this is where you always go when you are avoiding me." He said. He placed his callused hands on my shoulders. I think it's where you go when you study, where you for after quittich. Where you go when you want to be alone, where you go when you don't want to be alone. It is the place you always go. The place you go when you are hurt. The place you go when you don't have any friends. The place you go when you are mad at me. And I respect that." His face went back to his normal color but I could still tell that he was still angry.
"Thank you?" I said softly. I don't get scared often, but I was scared. I mean I was NEVER scared.
"You're welcome I guess. Now, since I am being respectful now, mind if I see it?" He asked just as softly. I noticed his hands were still on my shoulders. I smiled a very small smile. I turned around, but his hands were still on my shoulders.
"Open sesame" I said with confidence. I stepped forward, into my secret hideout. Fred stood frozen, in awe of my creation. I giggled at his expression. It was very dumbfounded. His eyes were still electric blue but anyone could tell he was….. well you get the point. His jaw was hanging wide open and you could see all of his white teeth, he had a few fillings in his day.. hmm… Anyway. He was very….. curious? I looked at what he was so dumbfounded at.
To my right, was a fold out couch I often slept on. Farther to my right, was an antique desk that was stacked high with all my homework. To my left was a mini-kitchen stocked with food from the house elves. Farther left was a muggle TV with a bookshelf next to it filled with my favorite shows and movies. Almost straight in front of me was a door that leads into a hallway, which had two doors, one to a bathroom and the other a small gym.
The walls were painted a light yellow; the couch was gray with orange throw pillows, the countertops in the kitchen were gray also. The windows I had were all together, I was very proud of myself.
I turned to see Fred still standing in the doorway. I rolled my eyes and walked up to him. I snapped my fingers in front of him, I clapped my hands. He wouldn't stop staring. And then I realized he wasn't staring at the room. He was staring at me. I glared into his electric, yet soft (yes I complimented his eyes; shut up!) blue eyes and stomped on his red sneakered foot. That did the trick. He glared at me and walked into my room.
"How did you do this?" He asked slowly, not looking at me.
"I will never tell." I told him.
"Why?"
"Because I know you will take my secret"
"I will not!"
"Yeah, right!"
"See? You know I won't!"
"I was being sarcastic, genius."
"Oh."
"Yeah. And it is time for transfiguration. We have to leave before McGonagall kills us!" I yelled as I looked at my watch. We had two minutes to get to the third floor.
"CRAP!"
"Yeah I know!"
"Let's go!"
I got there in time, but Fred didn't, he tripped on the stairs and I left him. I had just sat down at my two-person desk that I had all to myself when he came waltzing in the room. Quite literally too. He was seriously waltzing with himself down the isle of desk to mine. He sat down next to me grinning.
"Fred! Why can't you sit with James? I rather like being by myself!" I whisper-yelled. Fred smiled even wider.
"Exactly! You, need more friends Ms. Gables. You are little miss social butterfly in this school, but you need friends."
"I am perfectly fine, thank you!" I said curtly and turned my attention to Professor McGonagall. I heard Fred sigh beside me and do the same.
'Tap tap'
I looked down at my desk. There was a piece of paper I hadn't noticed before. It was from Fred.
Hey-FW
I rolled my eyes. Of course. Note passing. With Fred Weasley. I might die.
Hay is for horses –AG
Meanie-FW
How rude! I welcomed you into my secret hide-out and this is how you treat me?-AG
No! I am trying to be sarcastic!-FW
Ah, I see. Not bad-AG
So can I come to your hide-out after class? –FW
Do you have to? –AG
Yes-FW
Why?-AG
Because you liiiike me!-FW
Ha! No, I say no. –AG
Yes. –FW
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FINE! YOU CAN COME TO MY HIDE OUT!-AG
We need a name for it-FW
How about hmmm AG-Ag
Hmm Ag? Not bad-FW
Meanie-Ag
What? Hmm Ag isn't bad! –FW
I was pretend thinking!-AG
Who pretends to think? –FW
I DO! –AG
Well, duh! And I was teasing, Ag is a great name. –FW
See? I am smart like that –Ag
Hey lovebirds! Pay Attention before McGonagall goes A-wall! –GW
Shut your trap George! I am having a conversation here!-FW
Fine, have fun in detention!-GW
I WILL NOT GET DENTION ON YOUR ACCOUNT, WEASLEY! –Ag
If you get detention, it isn't my fault!-GW
I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!-Ag
Moi?-FW
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Gables! Detention for not paying Attention in class! Tonight after class!" McGonagall said curtly.
Ugh. My first detention. With Fred Weasley, everything seemed to be with him today. Oh, boy. Better just deal with it.
Crap. I am sorry! –FW
You better be, Weasley! –Ag
I Am sooo sorry!-Fw
Don't worry about it! –Ag