A Fred/OC story. There will be a one-shot for all 26 letters of the alphabet. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I will only do this once! I do not own JK Rowling, but Star Winters/Black (I will refer to her both ways) is mine!


To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind ~ Théophile Gautier

He watched carefully as the platinum blonde girl walked through the library. Jeers and insults followed after, mostly thrown by her Housemates. She ignored them, her head held high. She finally reached her destination, a secluded table at the back. The girl bent down to pull out her books.

As she did, he noticed that one of the boys had pulled out his wand while Madame Prince wasn't looking. The kid mumbled a spell and it shot towards the girl. The onlooker was about to help when the girl whipped out her own wand and the spell rebounded against its owner.

The boy clutched his mouth, his teeth growing at an incredible speed. He raced out of the library, howling in pain. His two goons followed him. The seventh year watching laughed quietly and walked over to the girl.

"That was some fancy wand work," he complimented. The girl looked up, her wand still clutched in her hand. The fifth year girl relaxed when she saw who it was.

"Thank you, Fred. I've been practicing that spell. Though I imagine that Malfoy will look better now," she laughed, as she jerked her head towards her attacker. Fred had to laugh with her.

He had to admire this girl. She had been ridiculed and teased this whole year, and yet, she still would sit there and joke around with him. Star Winters was the most incredible girl he had ever met. She seemed to realize that he wasn't all there.

"Earth to Fred, come in Fred," she said. Fred snapped out of his trance. "What? OH, sorry. I was just thinking about something else," he admitted.

Star pretended to be shocked. "Fred Weasley? Thinking! What is this world coming to?"Fred laughed and pulled her closer.

"I like you better when you don't talk." Before she could say another snappy retort, he pressed his lips against hers.