A/N: Hey guys, so this is another Harry Potter fanfic, my second one at that. This is loosely connected with my first HP drabble fic, Beautiful. But you don't need to read it to understand this one. The title of the story and the summary are well temporary as of the moment because I couldn't think of anything better. I will change it soon though, and this story contains three chapters, everything is done, though I still have to proof-read the last one and I'll probably upload the next chapter after a week or so... so yeah. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Potterverse. I do own the OCs though.

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Sunlight, smoke, stirring, muttering, flipping, sighs.

The infamous Weasley twins huddled together at the corner of their dorm room which they shared with another boy named Lee Jordan, who seemed to be absent at that particular moment; and what were the two gingerheads doing locked inside at such a beautiful day? No one had the slightest clue.

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"Abigail, didn't you say you needed to be at the library to return a book you borrowed?" A boy named Neville Longbottom asked his friend who was sitting under the shade of a big tree by the lake. That seemed to be one of her favorite spots, he noted. For all it was worth, he still hadn't had the slightest clue as to why he was close to such a smart girl other than the fact that they belonged to the same house. Abigail Quartz, second only to Hermione Granger in their year, assured him that that wasn't the case at all and she enjoyed and valued his company immensely. Every time he thought about her words he would feel teary-eyed because he thought he must've done something really good or right to have Abbie as a loyal friend.

The girl named Abigail turned to look at her friend who stood a good distance away and smiled, "Honestly, the library can wait Neville, it's such a great day and not a dementor in sight! Come on, have a seat." She told him as she patted the empty space beside her. For the first time ever on Hogwarts, headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, allowed the soul-sucking monsters to guard every entrance at the school because Sirius Black, a most-wanted criminal, managed to escape. Black was said to be the right hand of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and that he killed about thirteen muggles, but as to why they think that such a notorious criminal would want to enter the school, she hadn't the slightest idea. Maybe he wanted to kill their headmaster, but that was stupid because surely everyone knew that Professor Dumbledore wasn't a force to be reckoned with.

Before Neville could so much as walk closer, they heard a group of students laugh arrogantly and approach them, breaking Abigail out of her thoughts. "If it isn't Longbottom. It's a miracle to see you out here when you could be tucked safely in your loser common room. Who knows, some dementor might give you the muchy-moo."

"Leave him alone, Malfoy." Abigail snapped as she stood up from her spot and went to stand beside Neville, glaring at the three Slytherins.

Draco Malfoy smirked that evil smirk and shared a look with his two hoodlum friends. "That can be negotiated, we'll leave dear Longbottom alone if you go with me to Hogsmeade next week." They snickered.

Neville's mouth dropped into a gape and Abigail's eyes widened in surprise for a minute but quickly composed herself. "What?" She irritably said. "You can't be serious. Why in the world would I go out with you?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Isn't it obvious?" It wasn't. "We're both purebloods, I'm even willing to forgive you for being a Gryffindor and turn a blind eye to the fact that you're one of Potter's good friends. So what say you, love?"

Both Abigail and Neville were too stunned to speak, but the former regained her composure first again. "You're mad." She uttered and grabbed Neville's arm and dragged him away back to the castle. "And don't call me love!" She shouted back at the smirking snakes.

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"Hey Abbie, hey Neville." Two voices simultaneously greeted and sank on the sofa at either side of the brown-haired witch with a sigh of content.

"George, Fred." Abigail mumbled in recognition as Neville said hello to the Weasley twins. An arm snaked around her shoulders, she didn't mind this; she was already used to the twins being a little touchy. She would say twins but in truth it was only George who ever really dared such actions.

"What's wrong, love?" She heard George ask her. She flinched a little. Since when had he been able to read her like an open book? Abigail idly thought. She didn't answer him. If word got out that Draco Malfoy asked her to go to Hogsmeade with him it would surely cause an uproar, and she didn't want to be the center attention. She still didn't know the real reason behind it but she was sure he was up to no good. She considered lying to them but Neville had other plans.

"Tell them, Abigail." Neville urgently said, his eyes wide as if an idea just popped into his brain. "Maybe they could help you." Ah, that was the idea. She shook her head, she didn't need any help, whatever Malfoy had hidden under his sleeve she knew she could take him on.

The twins shared a look and turned to her with raised brows. "Tell us what exactly? What happened?" This time it was Fred who asked. Curiosity glinted in his brown eyes. George on the other hand looked a little concerned.

"Nothing happened." She sternly replied, giving Neville a hard glare which he ignored.

"If you won't tell them, I will. I'll tell Harry too." He stubbornly told her and the twins flashed him a look of surprise. Neville wasn't always stubborn and forceful, but when trouble loomed over the head of one of his friends he'd do anything he could to protect them.

"Neville, please." She practically pleaded, casting nervous glances around the common room. Thankfully no one else was there besides them.

"Tell us, Neville." George urged him.

"No-"

"Draco Malfoy asked Abigail out to Hogsmeade next week." He blurted.

She could feel George slightly stiffen beside her and after a few seconds the twins laughed. "You're kidding. Malfoy? Asking Abigail out? No way, not in a million years." George told them while Fred grinned. "Good one guys."

Abigail furrowed her brows while Neville looked flustered, the entirety of his face tinted in a light shade of pink. "What's so funny?" Abigail questioned. The way they were laughing right now seemed like the entire idea of her going out with anyone seemed impossible.

George squeezed her shoulder. "Really, love. Out of all the people to ask, he asked you? A Gryffindor?"

"Well he said he didn't care that I'm a Gryffindor." She slipped out from his arm and faced the three boys. "Is it really that hard to believe that someone actually asked me out? That maybe someone actually likes me?"

"But we like you." The three of them said at the same time.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean!" She cried out. She flushed at her own sudden outburst and bit her lower lip. "Never mind." She mumbled and grabbed her bag and left the common room. As she walked down the steps towards the corridor, she heard the portrait door swing open and a pair of footsteps rushing after her.

"Abbie!"

She kept on walking.

"Come on Abbie, you know we didn't mean it that way."

A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She turned to see big, bright brown eyes staring intently at her face, as if trying to analyze some great mystery. "Let go of me George."

"I'm Fred."

"No, you're not. You're George, now let go of me." The hand wrapped around her arm loosened and drop to the side. They stared at each other until George opened his mouth to say something.

"Abbie, you know I-" He was about to say but was cut off when the two of them heard students approaching.

"What are you two doing?"

They turned to see yet another ginger staring at them suspiciously. George rolled his eyes at his younger brother, "Never you mind." He replied and turned to look back at Abigail who still faced her three friends. "I'll see you around love." He told her and bounded back up the stairs to get back to Fred.

"Did something happen Abbie?" Harry Potter, their famous classmate with unruly black hair and vivid green eyes asked her in a concerned voice as he observed her through his round glasses.

"Were the twins bothering you again Abbie?" Hermione Granger questioned, but it sounded more like a statement.

Abigail shook her head. "No, of course not." She replied.

"I don't understand why you let them call you 'love'. It's not like you're dating either of them." Ron commented and cringed.

Abigail raised her brows at him. But only George called her love? "It's not a big deal Ron." Hermione told him, "The twins are just being friendly." Abigail ripped her attention from them and looked at Harry instead.

"I'll see you guys around. I have to go to the library." She told him, he was the only one who seemed to be paying attention to her. She was mistaken though.

"I'll go with you!" Hermione chimed, desperate to get away from Ron before another fight broke loose.

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Hermione flipped through Hogwarts: A History silently as she read through every line. Abigail lost count on exactly how many times the bushy-haired girl reread that book. She seemed to memorize it by heart already.

"Hermione, can I tell you a secret?" Abigail quietly asked. She sure hoped she wasn't making a big mistake. "You know, girl to girl."

Hermione tore her eyes away from her beloved book. "Of course Abbie." She replied seriously and gave her a questioning look. So Abigail told her everything, recounting the events from when she and Neville were talking by the lake, to Draco's proposal and shortly ending when the trio arrived and saw her with George. She said it all in one go that she didn't even stop for air, and by the end of the tale, she was taking in deep breaths.

Hermione's eyes widened and Abigail could tell that her brain was on the works, thinking of anything logical that could explain everything that just happened. "It makes sense if he's after you because you're pure blood Abbie since their family is all about that craze. But what I'm wondering about is if that really is the only reason. I mean, the fact that you're a Gryffindor and are really good friends with Harry plays a big part on how he treats people, but he's willing to set that aside just to go out with you. Now that's confusing."

"Do you think he may be into it because of a dare?" Abigail asked her, the wheels in her mind turning as well.

Hermione frowned, "Maybe? But let's consider the fact that Malfoy is the leader of their little gang. Wouldn't he be giving the dares instead of doing them?" She said matter-of-factly. "Well anyway, we have until next week for the trip to Hogsmeade. If he really likes to go with you, he'd be asking again won't he?" She drummed her fingers softly on the wooden table. "About the twins, I've noticed that they may be a little too protective, but they are for anyone in our house, right? But what they did was nonetheless, absolutely rude as well."

Abigail nodded, finally seeing the events in a clearer light. She was super glad she was friends with Hermione and that she could be trusted not to babble secrets to anyone. "What do you think I should do 'Mione?"

Hermione beamed. "Nothing of course!"

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