Chapter 1
I hate early shifts. I got up at 4 am, took a shower still half asleep. I toweled my long red wavy hair and took my wand to dry it. Thank Merlin, I didn't get the frizzy mess my mom had when she was younger. Mine is a lot longer and a mix between my dad's bright Weasley red and my mom' s brown. It was dark red, long and shiny and I was really proud of it. When I started Hogwarts I was still sporting the red frizzy look, but it got better as I got older. I got teased a lot, but since half the population of Hogwarts at that time was related to me and sported the same or a similar look it wasn't too bad.
When my hair was done I put some light make up on, highlighting my deep blue eyes. I put my lime green healers robes on and went looking for my purse in my apartment. I lived in Diagon Alley in a two bedroom place that was my everything. After Hogwarts I went flat hunting and I immediately fell in love. When I found my bag I apparated to the hospital. I had just finished my training and now it was my first week as a full healer at St. Mungos. I loved my job more than anything.
My cousin Al decided to follow in Uncle Harry's footsteps and became an Auror, while James played Chaser for Puddlemere United. Lily and Hugo graduated and were sharing an apartment close to mine in Diagon Alley. Hugo worked for my Uncle George at WWW and Lily was going to be a potioneer.
When I got to the maternity floor, where I was currently working, I ran into the bane of my existence. His mop of blond hair was messy and his silver eyes stared at me with a humorous hint. He was tall, taller than me and my 5'9''. He looked down at me leaning against the wall.
"Weaslette, what a pleasure to see you this early in the morning. There is no better way to brighten my day than that fire red mess you call hair." He smirked
"Well thank you ferret. That might have worked some years ago, but I know you are lying right now." I said while twisting a lock of my hair on my finger grinning.
"Don't overestimate yourself. You see, just because you improved over the years, doesn't mean you are up to my standards." He teased.
"Haha, what standards? Is that what you call shagging everything with boobs and long hair?", I mocked.
"Jealous? You got boobs, even though they're barely visible and long hair and I still don't think about shagging you."
"Keep lying to yourself. I know you want me, especially cause you can't have me." I smiled.
"Thats's bull. I just don't want to hurt your feelings, Weaselbee. We all know you are a hopeless romantic at heart and want some fairytale love story. But heres a short memo for you: You are not going to get that. Prepare yourself for some rejection, nobody is going to marry you. Maybe just because of your famous last name."
I felt kinda hurt. "You got me all figured out, haven't you? Well, here is a short memo for you: I am not the person I was in school and you so maturely think you know so much about. I don't even know why we are having a conversation! Anyway, I am late, so get lost, ferret." I said stomping away. He just stood there wearing that damn smirk of his.
I hate him with everything I have. He never said a nice word to me in all our years at Hogwarts. He was my cousin Albus' best friend and everytime he spent time with my family, he pretended to be the nicest, most polite person on earth. He complimented my mother and talked quidditch with my dad. He still didn't care for him too much and I highly appreciated that. But still, he was one hell of a charming, awfully attractive, manipulative bastard. And of course, he worked at St. Mungos too.
Just my luck.