Chapter 2
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I really feel the need to write Fanfiction to change what i had done? No. Of course not. Which just proves that I am definitely not Jo Rowling. Thank you.
*Christmas Morning*
George and I have spent the past two hours in my bedroom, discussing our plans for Fred and Hermione's future relationship.
"You know," i said absentmindedly, after about 25 minutes of silent brainstorming, "There's a muggle myth that whoever you're with on New Year's at midnight, is who you're destined to be with forever."
"Thats perfect!" Exclaimed the twin beside me, "We just have to get them together at the proper moment."
"Who's 'them'?" said an all-too-familiar voice coming from the doorway.
"NOTHING!" Yelled George and I, slamming our notebooks shut and leaping to shut the door. Fred shoved his foot into the room.
"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHH!" Fred hollered in pain.
George apologized as I opened the door another ten inches, and we promptly shoved George's confused, pained twin into the hall, and locked the door behind him.
My mum was jewish, and because judaism passes down maternally, so are my sisters and I. But every year, we help Aunt Molly make Christmas dinner. We get present every night from the twins, Harry, Hermione, BIll, and charlie, and most nights from Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur. Last night, I got a really gorgeous gold cloak from Bill, a signed Holyhead Harpies poster from Charlie, a box of spectacular (unjinxed) cream puffs from Fred and George, a very interesting book on unicorns from Harry, and a hairband that changes colors to match my outfit from Hermione.
I got my Weasley sweater the first night. I may not be a weasley, but I am biologically related, so my sweater has my initial on it. And, just like everyone else, i have the same color every year: purple with a gray H on the front. But apparently, Aunt Molly was more excited about my transfer to Hogwarts than i thought, because this year, my sweater was much brighter purple, with a shimmering, silver, cursive H on it. It's a Weasley tradition to wear your sweater to Christmas dinner, so my cousins, Uncle Arthur, and my friends, had opened their sweaters last night.
If you aren't biologically related to a Weasley, your sweater has a picture on it. Every year, the family tries to guess what would be on everyone's sweater, depending on their current interests.
Bill: Probably a goblin, but that could be offensive, so perhaps a pile of gold, or a Gringotts Key.
Charlie: obviously a dragon.
Percy: hmm…
"A test with an 'o' on the top!" Fred yelled.
"Perfect."
Liz: Professor Lockhart
"NO. Oh no. Nononononononononononono."
"Yup." the twins and I said simultaneously, bouncing our eyebrows and making kissy faces at Lizzie, who promptly fled the room.
We all burst into hysterics. Bill and Charlie chuckling quietly, the twins roaring with laughter, Harry and Ron nearly falling out of their chairs, hermione blushing a brilliant Weasley red, Ginny and Jess' cheeks streaked with silent tears of laughter, and I was just about choking.
Obviously, I was fine, but i did start coughing when it got to me. Everyone is pondering, and the twins are making odd bodily noises, When Hermione leans over to me and whispers the one thing I didn't want to hear.
"Seamus."
I know that it's really short, but i will probably post another chapter soon. Thank you guys for reading! Amortentia smells like reviews, so please throw some my way! But I love doing this, and i really hope you do too, and i would love for you to share your love of this series with me, but please no hate. For real though. I don't want to beg, but I might anyways. PLEASE REVIEW!
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