A/N: Hello all. I know, I know, I haven't been able to stick with a story since my first fic. However, this time I really think I've hit a bit of inspiration. I've even given you two chapters to prove my undying devotion to you all. Granted, the first two chapters are really set up chapters, but I am currently working on the third chapter. I really like the idea of Fred and George with OC's. There's a lot of room to create as JKR really never mentions their social lives. I mean they're teenage boys, of course they notice girls when they're not off being the amazing character that they are. Anyway, I have yet to come across a George/OC fic that I really like so I thought why not try my hand at it. So here we are.
As always, NO FLAMES. Honestly, if you don't like it, don't read it.
PERMANENT DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or these lovely characters. The stuff I use in my story that you recognize belongs the JKR.
Seventh Year - Present
I had her pinned against the stone. My hands were on either side of her face and I was grinning down at her. This had become my favorite game. In only a year it had become second only to Quidditch—ok, maybe third because really pranking did get first priority, but I digress.
She was looking up at me her blue eyes a deep sapphire color that were reflecting annoyance and loathing right back at me. She blinked a few times and I took a quick moment to assess her. She really was quite short. It was harder to notice from far away, but up close like this you could really tell. She couldn't be much over 5'2 and my frame was at least a foot over hers. She had her arms crossed tightly under her breasts and, without her realizing this of course; she was pushing them up slightly. I looked down to see her collarbone and just barely the top of her cleavage from underneath her slightly unbuttoned school shirt. It was the end of the day and her tie and sweater had long been discarded.
"What line are we using tonight Weasley? Honestly, I really do have to get back to patrol so if you wouldn't mind speeding this evening's proposed date along I would be forever grateful." Her smooth, sarcastic voice jerked my eyes away from the skin on her collarbone and back toward her face.
"Oh don't be like that Clarke." I said before winking at her. She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight onto her other foot. Her gaze never left mine and she waited me to continue with our almost weekly, occasionally daily, routine.
"Hasn't my year long pursuit proved to be enough for you?" I said while I gripped my heart in mock offense and gave her a smirk that landed most of Hogwarts female population directly into my bed.
"Hasn't my constant refusal been enough to deter you?" She said with one of the coldest, sweetest, most sarcastic smiles. I'm pretty sure they were specially reserved for me.
"Darling, nothing could possibly deter me from you." I almost whispered while I ran my hand up her arm. She looked over at the intrusion and swatted my hand away before craning her neck to look back up at me. It was a cold, hard look and she cocked an eyebrow as if waiting for me to continue. I didn't want to let my lady down.
"Come on Clarke, you've pretended not to want me long enough. We all know you're not oblivious to the charm that is George Weasley so let's end this lovely charade we've been participating in and let's go on that date." I said giving her another dazzling smile. This had become old hat for us really. Every week or so I cornered her, publicly or privately or both, I asked her out, she got annoyed with me, said no, and walked away.
"Well I must say I think that's the first time you've taken that approach this year. For that I applaud you, even if it is only the third week back." Her low, sexy voice dripped with sarcasm. I shrugged my shoulders and smirked.
"Now if you'll excuse me." She said with an airy sort of smile before ducking under the arm I had placed back on the wall next to her head.
I turned to watch her walk away. She flicked her long chocolate brown hair over her shoulder with confidence and she strode away from me, shoulders pulled back with an air of sophistication.
"Where's my answer Clarke!?" I yelled at her delightful, but retreating backside as I leaned against the wall where her tiny frame had just been.
"You really should have it memorized by now Weasley." She said without sparing a glance back.
"Oh don't be that way Lacey!" I yelled back at her with sarcastic hurt lacing my voice. She was almost out of sight by now and she didn't bother to look back. She turned the corner and was out of sight. Our ritual complete once again.
I pushed myself off the wall still smirking to myself. How on earth did we get to this point? This act really was my favorite game, she was my favorite game, but the thing about me when it comes to games is I always, always, win.
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Sixth Year
"So what is it exactly that prefects do again?" Mrs. Florence Clarke said to her daughter, Lacey, over breakfast just a day prior to her departure for her sixth year.
"They sort of, um, they're like security or, you know, student council I suppose." She said trying to search for a better explanation.
"Basically, we patrol the halls at night making sure no is out of bed or getting into trouble and we take care of the school activities. You know, we organize the lists for which students will be staying over holidays, we decorate for feasts, we tutor students, stuff like that." She continued before taking another sip from her juice.
"Morning." Mr. Mason Clarke said as he came into the kitchen. He kissed his wife lightly before pouring some tea into a travel mug.
"I take it your father definitely was not one of those. He's certainly not the type to be kind, responsible, or helpful." Mrs. Clarke said with a wink back at her daughter who snorted into her juice.
"One of what?" Mr. Clarke said with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Prefect, dad." Lacey said with an enormous smile.
"Oh, ha ha." He said dryly before smiling in his wife's direction.
Lacey Rae Clarke came from a halfblood family and lived a comfortable, upper-middleclass lifestyle in St. Albans.
She saw being a halfblood as truly the best of both worlds.
Her father was a product of Hogwarts and now worked for the Ministry in a high level position in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Not necessarily a risky profession, although there was the scare this summer during the Quidditch World Cup that had caused a brief stir for everyone in the wizarding world. She had been at the match with her family when her father took off like a bullet to help put some order to the chaos.
Her mother was a different story. She was a muggle who worked as a surgeon. She had met Lacey's father during the rise of Lord Voldemort. Her mother had just gotten to the restaurant (coincidentally on the same street as The Leaky Cauldron, which of course looked like a dilapidated building to her) where she was meeting her friend for lunch when the entire place was attacked. She was standing on the sidewalk in front of the building as it burst into flames. Mason had been there simply by chance on his way to Diagon Alley and dragged her from the scene unnoticed while the place was under attack. They had been inseparable ever since.
Being a halfblood meant Lacey and her two brothers got to experience everything. At age 4 when she covered a boy in pre-school with paint with a simple thought because he had pulled on her braid her parents were ecstatic. She got to experience the magical world unlike her muggleborn friends who were terrified at their first use of accidental magic.
On the other hand, at age 8 her mum took her and her older brother to their first movie. A thing that trying to explain to her pureblood friends was exhausting.
She was able to experience it all from Quidditch to electricity, from Pumpkin Pasties on her 11h birthday to learning to drive on 16th. She wouldn't have it any other way.
"Tell me, how exactly does one get to be a Prefect a year later than everyone else?" Her younger brother, Finn, said as he entered the kitchen.
"I told you already Melinda Bobbin had to leave Hogwarts. McGonagall had to pick another Ravenclaw prefect and Flitwick suggested me."
Just after June news had broke that Mr. Bobbin had received a job in France. Ir was something high profile. The paper bored Lacey easily, she hadn't read into it. Long story short, Melinda was transferred and moved off with her family to France.
"Right, right. Perhaps someone will take note of you, yea?" Finn said with a smirk before receiving a punch from his sister and a smack upside the head from his father.
"We're incredibly proud of you sweetheart." Mr. Clarke said while glaring at his son before smiling at his daughter.
She changed the subject abruptly. "Is Elliot joining us on the platform tomorrow?"
"I believe so." Her mother said without looking up from the muggle newspaper. She still liked to keep up to date. "He said something about seeing Macey off in the morning for her first day of her new job and then shooting over."
Elliot was twenty. He had long since moved out with his Hogwarts sweetheart and was living in the flat twenty minutes away. He and Finn were seven years apart as Finn was thirteen, but they still managed to look identical. The same blue eyes, the same dark brown hair, even the same smirk.
In fact, all three of the Clarke siblings had the same eyes and the same hair. Each gaining a trademark from their parents, their father's startling blue eyes and their mother's rich, chocolate brown hair.
"I'm going to spend the day with Kane, okay?" Finn sort of asked his mother who nodded her head in approval.
"What are you doing, Lace?" Mrs. Clarke asked, still not looking up.
"I don't know. I guess I'll owl Ivy." She said, referring to her best friend before getting up and putting her used breakfast dish in the sink.
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"Have a wonderful year." Mrs. Clarke said with a slight sob as she hugged her two youngest.
Lacey's brother Elliot rolled his eyes, but smiled down at his mum nonetheless. He looked thankful that it had been a while since he had been subjected to this tearful and dramatic goodbye.
"We'll write." Lacey and Finn told their mother, trying to placate her before moving toward their dad. They each hugged their father goodbye.
"Look after your bother, okay Princess? He's still only a third year." He father whispered lovingly into her hair.
Lacey agreed, but rolled her eyes into the shoulder her face was buried in. Like Finn needed looking after. He was the most obnoxious little prankster and his contemporaries and professors seemed to love him.
After more hugs and more tears from their mother both children broke away and got on the train.
"I'll see you at the feast, yea?" Lacey said to Finn who agreed before running down the hall to get into a compartment with his friends.
"Lace! Lace! Over here!" She heard a familiar voice calling her. She saw the face of her best friend Ivy Robinson sticking out of a compartment a few meters down from her.
Ivy was the kind of pretty everyone wanted to be. It was frustrating. She had long, flaxen locks that fell to the middle of her back in waves. She had startling green eyes and a smile that lit up the room. She was taller than Lacey, and stood at 5'6. All that aside she was a lovely, bubbly person with confidence that Lacey simply did not have. She had no issue making conversation with strangers or flirting with boys. Everything she did was graceful and if you didn't love her you would just hate her.
Lacey smiled and walked over, giving her a brief hug before walking in. She had just seen Ivy the previous day. They lived only thirty minutes from one another and usually spent the summer together, but their other best friend lived over an hour away and usually took extravagant vacations with her family over the summer.
"SADE!" Lacey yelled upon entering the compartment. The girl in question leapt up from her seat and the two engaged in the always-feminine act of squealing and hugging upon first appearance after a long summer apart.
"Lace, how've you been?" Sadie Mitchell said to her friend with a bright smile as the two sat down on the bench in their compartment.
Sadie was less of an anomaly of nature than Ivy was. She was average height, the same size as Ivy at 5'6. While Ivy and Lacey were extremes of one another in the hair department Sadie was a mix. She had medium length, dirty blonde hair, much lighter than Lacey but certainly not as blonde as Ivy. However, in the sunlight you could really see the small blonde highlights running through her light brown hair. She had chocolate brown eyes, a warm smile, and a thin, slightly curvy physique. Most boys described her as "cute" or "charming". This of course was coming from the boys who knew them.
Lacey wouldn't go so far was the call her group of friends "unpopular" just, unnoticed. They certainly were not the Weasley twins and their friends, but they weren't completely alone.
They had a small group of friends that they had meals with occasionally or went to Hogsmeade with sometimes. Aside from that, the three girls were pretty much under the radar. Of course, Ivy always managed to gain attention from the male population, something she was rather used to, but for the most part the three girls were only known amongst their Ravenclaw housemates. Basically, you didn't expect someone like Angelina Johnson or Lee Jordon to know who they were.
"I've been wonderful Sade, but I'll have to tell you all about it when I get back. I have to run off to the prefect meeting and patrol a bit, but I'll come right back, I swear." Lacey answered in one quick rush before leaving her bag with her friends and walking out the door.
She really didn't know what to expect. Although a sixth year, she had never been a prefect like her contemporaries. She didn't know if she'd be any good at it. She really was incredibly introverted until you got to know her. Of course she could occasionally make casual conversation. She was polite and outspoken, but it was on the rarest of occasions. Her close friends and her housemates knew she was funny, and sarcastic, and incredibly fun, but she really had a problem with opening herself up to the outside world.
No one else really knew her, and she liked it that way. She could go about her business and do as she pleased. But, here she was walking into a group of people that already knew each other. She now had to integrate herself, work with these people, make new friends. The whole process was so uncomfortable to her.
She slid open the door on the compartment marked "prefects" and sat down in the seat designated for her. She was a bit early. Only a handful of people were in the room. Slowly, more started to file in. An attractive boy walked in and sat down next to her in the Ravenclaw 6th year section.
"You're definitely not Melinda." The boy said to her with a slight smile.
"Oh, um no. I'm Lacey." She said quietly, holding out her hand. She recognized him she knew she knew him. But what was his name?
"Jensen Harris." He said shaking her outstretched hand.
Oh of course she knew him. He was the Ravenclaw Seeker. How could she have forgotten? He was one of the best looking boys in her house. He was tall, with green eyes like Ivy's and black messy hair.
"What happened to Mel?" He asked her casually. But before she would start the Head Boy and Girl walked in and began the meeting.
They welcomed each of the new fifth year prefects by name before they turned to her.
"We'd also like to welcome our new Ravenclaw sixth year prefect, Lacey Clarke." the Head Girl said with a smile before continuing. "Unfortunately, Melinda Bobbin had to move with her family, but we're sure Lacey will do an excellent job filling her shoes"
Jensen seemed to be nodding his head at the Head Girl as his previous question was answered. The meeting didn't last long; it was really more of an introduction. A time for their first official meeting was set, patrol schedules were handed out, and patrol for the day was assigned.
Lacey breathed a sign of relief; Ravenclaw's fifth, sixth, and seventh year prefects had the first shift. She stood up and was about the walk out with Jensen when someone called his name.
"Must we do this in pairs?" She thought to herself. She really wanted to get back to her friends and now she was stuck waiting for her partner.
Lee Jordan was the owner of the voice.
"How's it going mate?" Jensen asked as they shook hands.
"Alright. Hope you got a fair bit of practice in el capitan. You know the cup will never be yours with Johnson leading Gryffindor. She's vicious." Lee winked before looking behind Jensen at Lacey.
"You know I've got my work cut out for me. Maybe if you gave her a quick shag for me Jordon. Then she wouldn't be so bloody angry all the damn time." Jensen joked back and he and Lee had a brief laugh.
Lacey was feeling very out of place. She stood behind the two boys quietly waiting for Jensen to be done. She really wanted to go.
"And what was your name again, love?" Lee asked looking directly at her. She looked up a bit startled.
"Oh, me? I'm Lacey. Lacey Clarke." She said shaking hands with Lee.
"I don't think I've ever seen you, love, where have you been hiding?" He said with a genuinely friendly smile. Lacey wasn't sure what to say.
"Oh, well you're too popular to take notice at my end of the Great Hall." She thought to herself, before deciding on a much better answer.
"Ravenclaw, if you couldn't tell already by the blue." She said returning the smile.
"We better get going Lee, first patrol and all that. I'll see you around, yea?" Jensen said to him before turning to Lacey.
She was about to follow him out when Lee stopped her.
"Pleasure meeting you love, hope to see you around soon." He said taking her hand and kissing it with a flourish.
"Pleasures all mine." She said with a light laugh before walking out after Jensen.
A/N: Get excited, there's another chapter! 2 for 1 special! ;)