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CHAPTER TWO PP

The young man was quite tall and was wearing a light grey cardigan along with a ironed checkered button up shirt and loose khaki skinny pants.
My eyes trailed up the his face, a slightly crooked smile graced his face and bright messy orange hair, what Leanne would call 'sex hair', my eyes flickered to his deep forest green eyes and then back to his crooked grin and then back to his 'sex hair'.

It was then when I realized I knew this young man, quite well actually.

Gosh I can't believe I actually thought for one second I would fall in love with him, though I suppose it wouldn't be too bad, he was hot but there was no way in the whole universe I would admit that to anyone.

"Well, well what do we have here?" He said, smirking at me.

"Ha ha Fred, well as you expected me to be doing the whole holidays: I was reading, as that is, after all what you're supposed to be doing in a book cafe." I shot back, a small smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. He was used to my smart-arse-mouth, excuse the language.

His grin widened at the thought of what he dubbed to be a 'Goody-Two-Shoes' flirting back with him, the trouble maker. Honestly, I didn't think I was that 'Prim and Proper', I mean look at the swearing I used back there.

I learnt in closer to him, letting my hair fall down across my shoulder, his eyes sparkled mischievously. I then proceeded to lean into him before switching positions and grabbing the book from his hands, and quickly leaned back out.

"Hmmm, 'A Guide To Investment', a likely choice for your light reading. That is if you can read." I said in a clipped voice. I knew I was sounding like a complete and utter, for want of a better word; bitch, but there was no way that he was here by coincidence.

He smirked and plucked the book softly from my fingers. "I am so hurt!" He said mockingly, and clapping his hand to his heart.

I rolled my eyes and began to fire a question when his finger shushed my
lips and he made a small shushing sound. I blushed at the very fact that Fred's finger was touching with my lips. "Wha-" I murmured against his finger.

"George, why are we in a Muggle book shop thingo?" Came Ron, Fred's younger brother's voice.
Another voice piped up "Fred disappeared off to here so now we've got to find him!" Said Ginny, how many of Fred's family members were here? My question was answered shortly, as three of the nine members of the Weasley family turned the corner of the aisle I had came from.
Ginny gave a small squeak as she saw Fred and I. Ron gave a nervous cough looking away and George smirked.
A familiar warmth flooded to my cheeks.
Fred's finger immediately dropped from my lips, to his side and his cheeks tinged pink, he coughed nervously. Fred Weasley nervous, now that was a new one.

"What were you to doing here?" Asked Ron, I wasn't sure if he was putting us on the spot or whether he was actually truthfully confused oblivious to the fact that he had put us on the spot.
Fred turned quickly and gave me a wink, I rolled my eyes. "Oh nothing Ronnikins!" Said Fred ruffling his brother's hair, making it look like we were actually up to something.
Ron stared at us both in disbelief. I silently fumed, yeah, dream on lover boy.

Well done Fred, well done.

"Gee took you bloody long-" Started George before being stopped in mid sentence by Fred and his hand.

"Yeah well nice seeing you, we'll be off now!" He said, before dragging his two siblings and twin away from me, leaving me standing there blushing furiously at being caught with Fred's finger on my lip.

I stood there blinking. Utterly horrified at the thought that I actually thought Fred was hot, and at what three of his family members thought we were doing, it was just his finger on my lips! Did it even look that bad?

My fingers brushed my lips. What had George been taking about that Fred didn't what me hearing.
I shook my head and gave a small frustrated huff, stomping out of the back aisles. The lady at the counter, gave me a small glare and pointed towards a sign with displayed proudly the word: SILENCE.
I mouthed 'sorry' only to hear her mutter something along the lines of 'teenagers these days'.

I picked up my things and paid for the Muggle love story.
The cold London air hit my face as soon as I entered the streets.
I felt my phone buzz in my coat pocket.
"Hey Mum, yes, oh really? um okay, well do you know where the closest gateway is from Baker's street? Oh okay, thanks, yeah, love you bye!" I said into my phone.
Looks like the Weasley's were coming over to have tea! How delightful!
I mean don't get me wrong I loved the Weasley's, they were like family. And plus Ron was one of my best friends along with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. But the Weasley's meant George and Fred as well.

After spending an hour navigating around the grocery, and another ten minutes waiting in the checkout line I was heading over to where the gateway was supposed to be.
Currently I stood facing a sketchy looking cafe. It didn't look very appealing on the outside, and it seemed as if I were to tap on the door it would crumble away.
I shrugged away the thought; most magical things looked sketchy on the outside to defer Muggles.
The shop had cobwebs and a broken glass shelf at the front of the shop displaying various foods.
I pushed the open the door, the shop was empty with one door at the back p the room.
I walked closer to the door and suddenly it swung open revealing a small witch carrying a rather large bag.
I smiled politely, and the witch nodded back.
The door swung closed and I stared at it.
It was a simply design of plain black wood wit small engravings on the corners.
I gave it a small push and sunlight flooded into the dark shop.
Continuing to push the door and stepping out I entered the cobble stone path of Diagon Alley.

I wondered around a bit purchasing things that I would need for the new term, like ink, and a new set of robes, and lugging around the grocery bags.

I walked into a book shop, hoping to find Peter's gift there.
I was browsing down the third aisle when I spotted a familiar big beefy figure, "Hagrid!" I called out. What was with today and me bumping into people!
He turned around looking startled, knocking half of the things off the shelf before a face of relief crossed his panicking face. The lady at the counter gave a look of annoyance down her spectacles before swishing her wand, charming the fallen items back into place.
"Oh it's you, Vivianna!" He said.
I walked over towards him, "What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Oh nothing in particular, just some light reading I've got to do for the new school year." He said joyfully, walking towards the till. I looked at the shelf he had got the book from. Dragons. Why would Hagrid want a book on dragons? I mulled, I hope it wasn't anything like Harry's first year, and my second year.

Ten minutes later, the sun just about to disappear and no success in finding Peters gift, I spotted a shiny silver gold speckled feather quill hanging on the side of a half packed up stall. I gave a tiny squeal of delight, as I made my way over to the tiny counter.
"Miss, may I please have two of those? Oh! Could you wrap it please?" I asked, pointing at the quill.
"Certainly! Certainly! A wonderful smooth quill it is, you have a great eye!" She said, peering up at me through her tiny frame. I handed over the golden nuggets and skipped away swinging the grocery bags to and fro, ecstatic that I had finally found Peter's gift, plus a new quill for myself.

I unlocked the door and dropped the grocery bag to the ground calling out for mother. She came rushing in with her wand and a giant silver bowel and a wooden mixing spoon trailing after her.
"Oh Vivianna, you're back! Hurry and go get changed, the Weasley's will be here in an soon, maybe hour or so!" She said flicking her wand and making the grocery bags walk obediently behind her. She was right, however the Weasley's came a bit earlier than that.

I was walking down the hallway to my bedroom from the bathroom when I found that out. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, I reached and patted the wall, searching for the light switch.

I didn't end up finding it, thank goodness for that.
"Oh gosh, ow!" I said as a firm chest collided into me, one hand clutching the towel desperately and one hand massaging my forehead. I got a full blown whiff of his cologne, it was Fred.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I said quickly picking myself up and rushing away, I closed the door to my bedroom tightly shut behind myself and I breathed in and out.
I swore "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I said running my forehead and checking the mirror to see whether it would bruise.
Thank Merlin it didn't.
I chose a wine red dress with a lace sleeves and a circle neck. I slipped on some black stockings. I brushed my hair hurriedly and blow dried it so it curled inwards at the ends and pulled a black head band on and ran down stairs.
"Hey mum! Need any help?" I said with a little too cheery voice.
"Hello Vivianna, no it's fine you can go find the others! Your father is in the study with Arthur and Molly here is showing me how to make Pumpkin Pasties!" I grinned; Mrs. Weasley and my mother had been friends for a long time.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley!" I said to the curly red headed women next to my mother. "Oh hello dear! Molly is fine! No Mrs. Weasley, it makes me feel old!" she laughed.

I smiled and entered Peter's room clutching the gift and set it down on the desk next to the window. Then I set off to find the others in the house.

They were all in the living room talking about some quidditch thing.
I walked closer and Fred's head flickered up, his deep green eyes finding mine. I looked down blushing deep red. "Oh look, Vivianna's here!" Burst my brother, "Can we? Can we please?" asked my brother, clutching onto my shoulder. "Can we what?" I asked, "Can we go to the QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!" said Peter excitedly; it was probably a lot for him to be experiencing in one day, first his letter from Hogwarts and now this. "I don't know, ask Mum or Dad," I said as he raced out up the stairs to the study.

I chuckled softly, and sat down next to Ginny.

"Hey guys! Harry!" I said happily pulling him into a tight hug. "I haven't seen you in ages!" His cheeks tinged a bit pink.
" Hi…" He replied, rubbing his neck in embarrassment, I looked over to the girl sitting next to Ron.
She had slightly curly ashy brown hair. It took me a while to remember her but then my mind clicked. "Hermione! You look wonderful," She grinned and hugged me back. "It's good to see you to!" She smiled at me. Her normally matted curly hair was now tamed and fell in slight waves past her shoulders.

"What about us?" Asked a tall tan man with ginger hair standing with man with a fang piercing in his ear with identical ginger hair. "Charlie! Bill!" I squealed as they appeared from the corner of the room.

Percy appeared around the corner his Head Boy badge shining on his lapel. I refrained from rolling my eyes and congratulated him.
Percy and I didn't exactly see eye to eye all the time but we were still friends.

"Wow everyone's here!" I said amazed, as Peter came zooming in yelling "WE'RE GOING TO THE WORLD CUP! WOOOOO" I shushed him and told him he was inside not outside, but I was smiling as I said it.

We were all seated at the table and everyone was chatting.
"So," my Father said, clearing his throat and a silence fell over the table. "Apparently you saw Vivianna in town today!" He said casually as I choked on my mouthful. I grabbed my glass of water and drank deeply.
"Yes, I did, we ran into each other at a cafe" Fred said smiling. I sent a swift kick his way under the table.
"So that's where you went! We were shopping heading to the gateway when Fred took off running to the Muggle shop!" Said Mrs. Weasley glancing over to my mother. I raised my eyebrow at Fred and his scrunched his nose and shook his head.

Bill smirked and muttered something to Charlie. I gaped at them.
"You know it's not nice to whisper at the dinner table!" I hissed playfully, Fred nodded sending glares to Bill and Charlie.

"Alright then, who wants desert!" My smart mother said, quickly changing the subject.
All children under the age of 14 began to smile; which was only Ginny and Peter.


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