Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they all belong to the magnificent J.K. Rowling! I do however own this plot so enjoy!
"Fred!" I screamed. The second I walked into charms I was greeted by a bucket of some kind of pink slimish goop. It was disgusting, my robes were officially ruined. I was going to kill him!
"Oh dear, dear, Angie that prank was pure humorous gold.
"Excuse Me! Hello, covered in shit here and all you can think of is humorous gold! Look at my hair.
"I'm offended; I was the one who thought of it." George piped in feigning hurt. I simply glared.
Then I felt something bubbling, my hair was bubbling! It was slowly puffing up and increasing, wrapping tight around my body.
"What the?"
"Ange" Fred groaned, "That was meant for Malfoy , not you."
"Regardless" I managed through the suffocation of my chest and clenched teeth "Your dead, both of you!" I said glaring at both of them.
"We better get you to Madam Pomfrey; Professor Flintwick will be here any second."
"Since when have you ever worried about getting caught?"
"Since mum sent us that howler last week."
"So you can fearlessly face the administration, including Dumbledore, and yet you're afraid of your dear old mum?"
"Come on" they said in unison, and before I knew it they had me tucked under their arms like a carpet.
"This is extremely uncomfortable, Fred, your armpits stink!"
He chuckled "You know you love my natural man musk."
"It's possible if you were a man, all I smell is garbage and a hint of perfume."
"That hurt, and for your information it's called cologne."
"Suuure"
"Here we are" George sighed pausing to push open the door.
"Oh my, what happened here?" Madam Pomfrey rushed over with a frown on her face, with just a hint of amused curiosity in her voice.
"Er. . ." I was slightly happy to see the boys shift uncomfortably. "She had an accident" George said carefully. I scoffed.
"Boys, please don't insult my intelligence."
"It's true enough" Fred mumbled under his breath
"What was that?"
"Nothing, a prank just went wrong . . . it's harmless really!" George nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Then why am I in here."I said agitated.
"Well, I can probably cut you free with some clippers from herbology and maybe a little help from Professor Snape. But your hair . . . yes, we'll definitely have to shave it.
"WHAT!"
"Can we watch?" the twins asked in unison, God that was getting annoying!
"No!"
"Fear not, fear not, now Ms. Johnson please calm down, you'll have your hair back to the exact same length and style in under thirty seconds after the cut."
"You guys are so dead"
"Ange"
"Dead!"
"Won't you talk to us?"
"Maybe, once I have my hair back!"
"Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic?" George said wisely
"I don't know, why don't you shave your head."
"But then he'd lose his only beauty" Fred chimed in
"Just please Mr., and Mr. Weasley, but here on that extra bed."
"Okay"
They clumsily laid me on the bed.
"Now, shouldn't you two be headed off to class?"
"No I think we'll stay here for, er, moral support."
"Do I look like I need your Moral support?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. It was about the only thing on my body that I could move.
"Anyway, to avoid the worse, I'll be putting Ms. Johnson to sleep; you can visit her when she wakes up. Oh, but before you go, would you mind tilting her head back and plugging her nose as I pour in the sleeping serum?"
"Sure" Fred said as he slowly caressed my head as George unceremoniously clamped my nose shut. I couldn't help myself from leaning into his touch. Fred and I had always been close friends, since first year when he saved me from one of Peeves jokes. We had always shared friendly hugs, high fives, and simple playful touches. But now I seemed to be craving it more, it
sent odd sensations up my spine. And it didn't help, or was it my imagination, that he was now lingering a little longer than necessary on those so called 'friendly' hugs. Before I could snap out of my contemplation I was chocking down the oddly warm sleep serum and was slowly losing consciousness. The last thing I heard was Fred gently saying "Sleep tight Ange" "Mhmm" was all I could manage.
I was in the common room. It was long past midnight, and I was alone on the couch reading. It was my favorite book, A Wrinkle in Time. It was so perfect, the fire was warm, it was quiet, and I had apparently come back from a great quiditch practice. All of a sudden I heard soft footsteps on the stairs leading from the boy's dormitory. I looked up to see Fred. He was only in a pair of boxers and an undershirt, but he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. He didn't look silly and scrawny like I had thought, he looked sexy. His muscles were finely toned from quiditch, and he had the perfect build for his height. His hair fell messily in front of his face, which only increased his great looks. He slowly made his way toward me and for some reason my breath caught and my heart sped up to where I thought it might actually jump out. I was more conscious than I wanted to be of how close he was. He slowly rested his hands on the sofa on either side of me leaning in. Before I knew it his lips were pressed warmly against mine, and Whoa!
I had to remember never to trust a sleeping serum again, that was the weirdest dream ever! And more importantly I did not like Fred Weasley!
Yes you do, some part of my mind argued with me
NO I don't!
Yes you do
Never
Never say never and yes you do
Do not
Do
Not
Do
Not
Not
Do, Hey! I was seriously having brain issues, but was it really even possible that I could have feelings for Fred. I couldn't believe it. My eyes then fluttered open as I felt a soft hand touching my forehead. The moment I looked up, I was staring into the most beautiful blue eyes. Of course it was Fred, shoot!
"Good, your awake, I missed you."
"Is my hair back?" was all I could lamely manage.
"As beautiful as ever, you wouldn't ever be able to tell what happened to it earlier unless you were there, and I think Madam Pomfrey replaced your robes with a pair Alicia brought down."
"Thanks"
"So, what'd you dream about?"
"What, Er. . . Nothing really, school, you, books." It was all true, just not that detailed I thought.
"Me, what happened?"
"Oh it is sort of foggy, can't remember."
"Oh that's a shame, because you know, after lunch, I took a nap and had a dream. It involved you to."
"What about, please tell me it didn't involve any pranks."
"No, no" he whispered "but I think it's my favorite one yet."
"Wha-"
But that was all I could manage because right then he brushed his lips shyly against mine, only this time, I was awake, and this was definitely too good to be a dream. They were so soft and gentle. His tongue carefully teased my bottom lip asking for entrance and I happily obliged. His tongue began a careful dance with mine that was foreign and delicious. He tasted faintly of
butterbeer and chocolate, and his scent was simply intoxicating. His tongue slowly flicked the roof of my mouth causing me to stifle the soft moan in my throat. When he gently pulled away it was like thousands of fireworks going off in my head. He was amazing, his smile lit up the entire room.
"But you know" he smiled wider "I think I prefer reality much better." He said before he leaned in and kissed me again
That night we made it to the common room hand in hand, where he kissed me again in front of the portrait hole causing George to whistle with a shocked expression on his face, Lee Jordan to stare, clearly surprised, Alicia to Aww, and Katie to sit there shocked, with her mouth slightly agape with a chocolate bar halfway to her lips, and me to blush, but none the less kiss him back.
"Now if you don't excuse me" Fred said to them once we parted "I'd like some time with my new girlfriend without you lot staring!" he smirked, I couldn't hold out a small fit of giggles.
He was right; I definitely liked this, even better than my dream.
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