AUTHOR'S NOTE: Part Three, enter Harry and his drama. (: And so we are all on the same page, the story goes in order by years. So the first chapter was first year, the second was second, this one is third, and so on and so forth. All parts are part of the same year, so all the stories in this chapter are from third year. Got it? (:

Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter.

Year Three

I.

"Did you hear?" Fred asked as he walked into the compartment that Carleen was occupying. She looked up from her book, and sighed.

"Are you every just going to say 'hi' to me?" she asked as he entered the compartment and pulled on her pigtail. "I guess not. Did I hear what?"

Fred smiled and looked at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but was distracted. She looked different. Her clothes hugged her body in new places. Her shirt was tighter where it had been looser before. She'd changed. She was different, and that made him look at her pigtails differently. They used to stir something mischievous in him. But now, now they stirred something else. Her lips were moving, but he could hear the words that were being said. Had her lips always been that full and pink?

Carleen launched her book at him and hit his arm, squarely. "FREDERICK GIDEON WEASLEY!" she shouted. He turned his blue eyes to her. "Are you okay?'

A blush crawled up Fred's neck and to his ears, "Yeah, yeah, fine."

"So did I hear what?" she asked, leaning over to pick up her book.

"Uh, that Harry Potter is here," he said slowly watching her.

"Harry Potter?" Carleen asked, her brown eyes glowing. "I read about him. He defeated Volde-"

Fred leapt across the compartment and covered her mouth with his hand. "No!" he exclaimed his blue eyes growing large. "You NEVER say his name."

Carleen licked his hand so that he would remove it and sighed. "That's right, I forgot." While he was sitting beside her, he to advantage of his close proximity and pulled her pigtail. "You only get one a conversation," she growled at him.

"This is a different conversation," he said, flinching away from her growl. "You didn't come over this summer," he mentioned. His voice almost sounded hurt.

"I know, my parents were working me to death. They wanted to see my textbooks and school work. I had to explain everything to them. They bought me an owl though. So that way, we can keep in touch better. I've been borrowing Katie's one a week, to mail them. But I talked to them, and they said that if it's okay with your Mum I can come over for Christmas break."

"That would be cool," Fred said, a blush crawling up his neck again. "I'll write Mum when I get the chance."

"So how was your summer?" she asked, ignoring the blush on Fred's ears.

II.

"HE'S ON THE QUIDDITH TEAM!"

Fred Weasley shook the sleeping Carleen until her head hurt. She'd fallen asleep reading for Potions, and the next thing she knew Fred Weasley was shaking her, and of course pulling her pigtails. She reached up and swatted his hands away from her hair and shoulders, as she attempted to sit up. The room was spinning thanks to Fred. He was great, she'd need to thank him for making her dizzy. She closed her eyes and counted backwards from ten to see if that helped the spinning. In a way, it did. At least now she could open her mouth without fear of vomiting.

"Who, Fred?"

"HARRY BLODDY POTTER, of course. He's the youngest Seeker Hogwarts has had in a century," Fred exclaimed shaking her again. Carleen swatted him. "Sorry."

"I'm sure it's wonderful," Carleen said.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Harry Potter walked into the Common Room followed by his two new friends. Finally, ceasing his shaking of his female friend, Fred waved Harry over. "Harry, this is Carleen," Fred introduced. "She's going to be your biggest fan." Carleen shot him a glare, but Fred continued. "She's gonna wear 'Potter' shirts and paint a scar on her forehead. Aren't you?" he asked, pulling her pigtail.

"What? No," she said. "It's nice to meet you, Harry. Sorry but I won't be doing any of that."

"It's no problem, really. I'm not sure that I would like that very much," Harry replied. "This is Ron, he's Fred' brother, and Hermione Granger."

"It's nice to meet you as well," Carleen replied. "You didn't tell me you had another brother."

Fred's ears turned red. 'Yeah, I have a sister too. She'll be here next year."

"Really?"

"Really."

III.

"Hey!" Fred shouted as he ran through the fresh December snow after the brunette third year. The girl in pigtails stopped and waved good-bye the people that she'd been walking with and waited with her hands in her pockets for Fred to catch up with her. "Hey," he said again when he was closer to her.

"Hi," Carleen replied, dodging a grab at her pigtails. "Can I help you?" she asked, swatting his hand.

"Yeah, you ready for our date?" he asked her, finally getting a proper grab at her pigtail.

"What?" she asked, her face flushing.

"From first year, the Quidditch match. After the match, you said you hated it."

Carleen scrunched her nose and blinked. "I love Quidditch, except when you're playing. You're going to get hurt flinging you're little bat around and stuff and hitting bludgers. You need to be carefuller." Her checks turned red. Neither of them could tell if it was from the cold or her embarrassment.

After a moment of absorbing her statement, he shrugged and waved his hand before him, a gesture for them to continue along the path so that she didn't get a cold. "But, when we left the match first year you said that it was vile and barbaric."

"Oh," Carleen muttered under her breath, remembering that she had indeed said that. "Well, I guess so. We can just go to the Three Broomsticks and you can get me a butterbeer," she suggested. "Sound good?"

Her face grew redder as they continued to walk. She pulled her hat down over her head tighter and exhaled into the crisp December air. Fred looked over at her and pulled his scarf off and handed it to her. If possible, her face grew redder. However, she was freezing so she took the scarf from him and wrapped it around her neck. Fred, noting that one of her pigtails had gotten caught in the scarf, pulled it out and smiled at her.

"You didn't pull them?" she asked her breath coming out in clouds.

"We've got a whole date ahead of us. I can pull then," Fred responded.

Carleen smirked and pulled on one of them softly. "I think I might get them cut," she told her as she entered the Three Broomsticks through the door that Fred was holding open for her.

Fred's smiled faltered. He was shocked, horrified even. He walked behind her to a table with a stupid look on his face. Finally, after they sat down he managed to say, "No."

"What?" she questioned having forgotten all about he commented.

"Don't cut your hair," he told her. His ears almost as red as his hair. "Just don't."

Fred looked away from her as the blush crawled on to his cheeks, and Carleen smiled. "Okay, I won't."

IV.

"Happy Christmas," Fred said as he shook the brunette girl's shoulders. She dropped her fork on to the table in surprise and glared at the Weasley behind her. The members of the Weasley family that had come home for the break smiled at Fred's action, before returning to their breakfast. "Did I scare you?" he asked, sliding into the seat between her and his brother. Carleen rolled her eyes, picked up her fork, and continued to eat her bacon and eggs. Fred laughed and pulled her pigtail. "I'm sorry, Carly." She didn't respond, but the corner of her lips turned up in a smile, and he sighed, knowing she wasn't upset with him. "You look nice," he commented, before starting in on the eggs that his mother had sat before him.

She was wearing the jumper that his mother had knitted for her. It was navy with a large 'c' across the front. It looked nice on her, and she was thoroughly surprised by the gift. She loved it. All of the Wesley's had gotten a jumper for Christmas all with the first initial of their name on it. Ronald had written a quick letter to thank his mother of the gift and said that Harry also loved his.

Pink graced Carleen cheeks as she said, "Thank you, Fred. You look quite dashing in yours as well."

As breakfast came to an end, Carleen excused herself, after Mrs. Weasley, although she insisted that Carleen call her Molly, told her that she was being silly for offering to help with dishes. The brunette then walked about the Borrow, stopping to look at pictures from the past. There were so many of them. In her home, there were only a few pictures. True she was the only child in the family, but shouldn't that mean the parents should want to remember her childhood more? There were so many pictures and all of the red-haired family.

"That one is from our fifth birthday," Fred said as he walked up to her. He picked up the picture and handed it to her. "George and I blew up the cake. That was when we were finding our calling."

"Making a mess?" Carleen asked as she looked at the frosting all over the kitchen in the picture.

"Pranking," he corrected, pulling her pigtail lightly, before taking the picture and setting it back on the table. "I got you something," he said after watching her watch the pictures.

Carleen face turned red, "You didn't have to get me anything."

"Well, I saw it in Hogsmeade, and I thought of you," Fred said, pulling a small box from his pocket. "It's nothing great," he told her as she took the box.

Carleen sat on the arm of the sofa and pulled the silver ribbon off the box and then opened the box. Inside lay a necklace with an oval pendant. After closer inspection, she saw that in, Fred's handwriting, was engraved, 'Carly'. "I love it," she said. "Put it on?" she asked, holding the box out to him.

Fred grabbed the necklace and placed the necklace around her neck, and then clasped it. "You really like it?" he asked, his ears red.

Carleen, who'd been running her finger over the engraving of her nickname, turned and hugged Fred. "I love it, Fred. I'll keep it always," she said.

Fred, startled by her action, lost his breath, but managed to hug her back, smiled. "Good," he exhaled to her hair.