A/N: Alright peeps. My first chapter. It follows the GoF plot, but I didn't put some part in because you're supposed to be intelligent and figure it out. I'm sleepy now, and not in the mood to fix typos. But please do review :D

"Are you bloody out of your mind Koatha?" Ron Weasley asked me as I was slipping on my Ireland hat while we were waiting for the Quidditch World Cup final match between Ireland and Bulgaria to commence.

Before I could say anything, Fred Weasley gave Ron a horrified look, "Of course she's not Ron," he said, "Just because you are, doesn't mean she is."

Ron gave Fred a glare while I bit on my nails to stop myself from laughing.

"Hey, don't say that about Ron!" Elyse scolded as she was trying to stop her Krum figure flying around in circles continuously.

"Elyse, save yourself from our little Ronniekins here before it's too late," Fred said to as he caught the Krum and handed it back to Elyse. Elyse rolled her eyes and stuffed the Krum figure into her purse she was carrying.

"Shut up Fred, before I hex you," Ron said, putting his arms protectively around Elyse.

Fred and his George snickered and turned around towards where I was sitting.

"Where's Suraya?" asked George. I pointed towards the couples lip locking a few seats besides me. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me as if to say "they're already at it?" I gave a little nod and he gave a little laugh. I looked at them with a smile, they've just started going out end of June, but I knew how much Suraya liked Harry since our first year.

They're perfect for each other, I thought, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

I was never the girl for romance; I always spent my time playing Quidditch with my house team Gryffindor at Hogwarts or be a nerd and read books like Hermione. But that didn't stop me from liking a certain Weasley. Fred Weasley. I've liked him since my first year at Hogwarts. He was funny and quite understanding. All my years at Hogwarts, I never had eyes for anyone. Well, other than the time when I went out with Seamus last year for a month but we broke it off because he likes Lavender more. But deep inside, I knew he didn't like me. And that was that hardest thing I had to accept. Hermione always encouraged me to get closer to him and said that he'll eventually come around. But I knew better, he liked my cousin Angelina. And I don't blame him, she's gorgeous and a wicked Quidditch player. I gave a long sigh and turned towards the Quidditch pitch, the match was just about to begin.

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"Here, let me help you with that," said Fred when he saw me struggling to lift my left foot up to the step stool that was in front of me.

"No, it's okay Fred," I said but he ignored me. He gently lifted my foot up to the step stool, and looked at the cut across it. I tripped while I was trying to run away from Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup after the finals.

"Whoa that's one deep cut," he said, still examining it.

"Hehe, yeah," I winced, as he breathed softly over it. When he saw my expression, he gave a apologetic look and said, "Oh sorry"

I gave him a soft smile, "No, it's okay, could you please pass the antidote, it's the green one," I said, pointed towards the cup which was filled with green bubbly liquid. He leaned over to pick up the antidote and started dabbing my cut with the liquid.

"Fred, wha- what are you doing?" I asked, shocked.

He gave a little smirk, "Making sure you get better."

I could feel my heart give a little jump when he said that.

"Thanks," I said with a grin.

For a few minute, the only sounds were the fireplace roaring in front of us, and Mrs. Weasley's voice from the next room, telling everyone to pack up for Hogwarts, since we were leaving tomorrow.

He glanced up, and asked "You've packed for Hogwarts right?"

"Yes Fred I did, but you might want to do it before you mum comes in and starts yelling at you for not doing it." I warned.

"Oh, she won't be doing that, I've already packed," he said proudly.

I gaped at him, "Seriously? Wow, didn't know you're planning to be a nerd this year at Hogwarts."

"Of course not! Koatha! What are you thinking!" he said, with a fake surprised expression.

I rolled my eyes, "Well there's got to be a reason to as why you did it."

"Can't a man just pack earlier than he's supposed to Koatha?"

"Yes they can but-"

"No buts, now shut up and get to bed before my mum thinks we're up to something", he interrupted.

Before I could say anything, Mrs, Weasley came into the room.

"Koatha, dear, how's that cut of yours?" she asked.

"Its better, thanks for asking," I replied.

"Well, I've got Fred's bed ready, you can sleep there for the night while he's on the couch," she said as she grabbed the antidote from Fred's hand, and pushed him aside and started to bandage my leg.

"Oh no! It's okay, I'll sleep here, it's much easier, and I don't think I can take anymore walking." I said before Fred protested. Surprisingly he didn't.

"No, Koatha, sleep in my bed, it's more comfortable, I carry you up there," he said firmly.

"No, Fred! Please! I like here more anyways!"

Mrs. Weasley spoke before Fred had the chance to say anything, "Okay, if it's more comfortable for you dear, then I prefer you stay here." She pulled out her wand and gave it a little wave. Instantly, pillows and blankets appeared around me. She propped me up on the largest pillow and spread the blanket over me.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley, you really don't need to do all this for me," I said gratefully.

"Oh nonsense!" she said, picking up the antidote, and turned to Fred, "You need to get going soon; we have to leave early tomorrow morning. Goodnight Koatha, sleep tight! Call me if you need anything."

"Goodnight, and thanks again!" I called to Mrs. Weasley, and grabbed the book I was reading from the coffee table besides me. While I was doing this, I realized Fred still hadn't left the room, and instead he climbed into the couch, which currently served as a bed, besides me.

"Fred!" I yelped, "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to go to bed?"

"I am," he smirked, "and I want to see why you're reading this book again for the millionth time this year."

He grabbed the book out of my hand, and read the cover, "Pride and Prejudice?"

I started blushing furiously, and grabbed it back, "It's nothing, just some stupid love story."

He gave a low chuckle, "Sure, just let me read the first chapter."

I hesitantly gave the book to him and he grabbed it. The few minutes he spent reading the first chapter felt like eternity. Finally, he closed the book and handed it over to me.

"Didn't know you were a romance fan," he grinned.

"Oh shut up"

He snickered. I felt a sharp pain searing through my foot, and gave a little yelp. He gave a worried look, "What happen?"

"It's nothing, just my leg. Urgh, it's bugging the hell outta me," I muttered angrily.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, concerned.

"Nah, it'll be gone," I said sleepily, my head lolling onto his shoulder. I could feel him adjusting my pillow and wrapped his arm around me. The last thing I heard was him saying, "Sweet dreams" and felt something brush against my cheeks.