Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I'm not making money from this. I'm just some poor bored girl writing for fun.

The sun shone through my curtains at an angle. Highlighting my face, and making it impossible to stay asleep. I'd had a long night making excuses to Lucy as to why we needed to break up - for good. She eventually accepted that I 'needed to focus on Quidditch and N.E.W.T.s'. I know better though, she isn't really okay with us being just friends, she's waiting for the year to be over. I've got one up on her though. I don't intend to get back together with her after Hogwarts. Why not? Because I'm in love with my best friend.

And why not be in love with my best friend? She's brilliant. She's got this burgandy hair that's wild after Quidditch practice that I'm dying to try getting my hand to run through, even though I doubt it will work. She's got these amazingly long legs as she is a decendent of two genetically tall pureblood families. Her eyes, though merely dark brown, seem to change when she plays Quidditch. Her skin tone the exact same color as peanut butter, yum

I was trying to sleep, trying to fall back into dreams of these eyes, when I was suddenly in excrutiating pain on the left side of my head. I don't remember whether the pain or the sound came first, but I do know that when my eyelids flew open in automatic response a pair of dark brown eyes was staring down into mine with passionate anger. I personally wish it was just passion. Startled, I said -quite simply- "Ouch!"

"Good! Your awake." She stood with her hand on her hip, wearing a blue camisole and a pair of knee length pajama bottoms. In her right hand, she held...a frying pan? Her eyes were on fire as I stared into them. She lifted her pan again, and before I could move or try to stop her she began hitting me again. "WHERE," -hit- "THE BLOODY HELL," -thump- "WERE YOU?"

After her first question, I just stared at her, stunned. She's never hit me before. Never. I don't think she's ever even been truly angry with me. Whatever I'd done, it apparently was serious though or she wouldn't be in the 7th year boys' dormitory, with sleep hair, half naked boys, and a frying pan. I shook my head, "Sorry?"

She sighed indignitely, "Where-were-you? We had PRACTICE last night!" She poked me in the nose with end of the pan. Realizing my disadvantage, I slid out of bed, her weapon still pointed at me. My eyes darted between her and the pan. "I'm sorry, I forgot," I said honestly.

She lifted the pan for another shot, but apparently got distracted by my bare chest. It took her a second, but she recovered and took aim at me again. I grabbed the pan on it's way down to contact with my body.

"I said sorry, Roxy-"

"Don't you call me Roxy, MAXIMUS!" I flinched both at the use of my name and at the volume of her voice. We'd been best friends for 7 years, both set on making the Quidditch team. Once she'd made captain, like her mother, Quidditch became more than a game, it was a lifestyle.

As she lifted the frying pan once more, her muscles flexed slightly, reminding me further of the nearly trecherous thing I'd done by missing practice. I dodged her attack, then grabbed her arm to stop her from doing it again. She was strong though, or rather, I was weak on account of her proximity and her being in pajamas.

"Are-you-SERIOUS?"

"Roxy, shh!" I gestured towards my dormmates, Theodore Nott III, Lance Finnegan, Kyle Diggle, and Jamie Corner. Her voice was deadly, "You dare skive off Quidditch Practice, call me a name you KNOW I hate TWICE, then tell me to shush! You...you ARSE! Did that girl suck all of the sense from your brain!"

Whoops.

From anyone else this question would be deemed rhetorical, but this is Roxanne Weasley, so it was expected that I respond. "Erm, no?" She looked at me hard, and for a moment I thought I could see something different in her eyes. She spun on her heel and walked towards the dormitory door with a last comment, "I don't think I know who you are anymore." Her curly hair bounced as she turned the corner, not bothering to close the door back. I just stood there, until I noticed my roommates had been awakened. Nott whistled. "When did she get boobs?" I gave him an annoyed 'back off' look as Lance gave me a sympathetic one, saying "That's what you get when you fancy a Weasley."

A/N: I was thinking about making this a two-shot. Thoughts?