Maybe I Can Get Him Back
Chapter 7
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Fred Weasley X OC
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. The characters belong to the lovely J.K Rowling, the songs, and lyrics belong to the amazing Avril Lavigne, and the idea belongs to the brilliant Anna Louisa. The only thing I own is my own character Brianna 'Bree' Valentino. Hope you like it!
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Recap: She laughed softly and stood, handing the guitar to Fred. "I don't think we'll ever change." She said, shaking her head slightly as Fred began to play.
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"Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing here's to never growing up
Ron scowled slightly, catching Bree's attention. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you not like my song, Ron?" She asked, smirking at him. "No, its just I don't like the idea of you getting drunk with this guy." Bree rolled her eyes at him, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and shook her head. "Ron, its not like we did anything."
"What about getting a tattoo? You did that didn't you?" He asked, glancing at Bree's glamored wrist. "Stop being so bloody protective! That's not your job Ron!" Bree snapped, starting to sing again before more could be said.
"Call up all our friends, go hard this weekend
For no damn reason, I don't think we'll ever change
Meet you at the spot, half past ten o'clock
We don't ever stop, and we're never gonna change"
"So that's where you used to go almost every weekend." Hermione said, watching Bree. She nodded at Hermione, grinning at her. Almost every weekend at half past ten she, the twins, and Lee would get as much fire whiskey as they could trick the house elves in to giving them and would make their way down to the RoR and just hang out.
Fred smiled at Bree, thinking of the same thing that she was. They had always done it, George, Lee, and himself. In Bree's 3rd year, they decided to introduce her to their tradition, which she thought was a brilliant idea as soon as they suggested it.
"Say, won't you say forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up
We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my a**!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up"
A grin was on both of the twins faces. They had done a toast to never growing up. This was obviously what Bree was singing about.
"Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
We live like rock stars, dance on every bar
This is who we are, I don't think we'll ever change (hell no!)
They say just grow up, but they don't know us
We don't give a f*ck, and we're never gonna change"
This brought back memories. Last summer, Fred and Bree had snuck out to the village, bottles of fire whiskey in their hands. Halfway to the village, they ditched the empty bottles, buying muggle whiskey once the got there. There was a time where they had gotten much to drunk and ended up dancing and singing on the bar, literally up on the pub tables. Obviously they had been kicked out of the pub, laughing as the pub owner kicked them out, still clutching to about 4 more bottles of whiskey.
They had gotten home to find a red faced Molly Weasley, screaming her head off at them. "Why can't the two of you grow up!?" She had asked angrily. Bree just biting her lip, looking slightly sick and ignoring the shocked looks from the rest of the Weasley's as Mrs. Weasley shooed the two up the stairs. When they stopped in front of Bree's room, they looked at each other and had grinned the best they could. "Let's never change Freddie." Bree whispered, smiling as he kissed her. "Of course Bumblebee." He replied, ruffling her green hair and lightly kissing her before continuing up to his and George's bedroom. "And don't come back down until your sober!" Mrs. Weasley had yelled at them from downstairs.
"Say, won't you say forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up
We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my a**!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Say, won't you say forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up
We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my a**!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, (yeah raise your glass and say) here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, (da de da de da) here's to never growing up (no we're never growing up)
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up"
There were claps all around the room, and an extra two from the door way. Everyone turned and was surprised to find Bill and Fluer standing at the door. "What are you doing here?" Ginny asked as she stood and made her way towards them, hugging Bill.
"Well, the wedding is going to be here, isn't it Gin?" He asked, smiling at his sister. "Yeah, but you weren't supposed to be here until the end of the week." Ron commented, nodding at Fluer. "Ve decided to come early." She said, sitting down on the couch. "Now vhat eez 'appening 'ere?" She added, smiling as Bill sat beside her. "We're trying to guess who Bree's ex is." Harry explained, turning to Hermione to go into details. "Bree is going to sing two songs every day until Mr. And Mrs. Weasley get back. On the last day, she's going to have him come here and sing him the final song." "Oh, so that's why she's singing her precious songs to you guys." Bill said, grinning at them. Bree stuck her tounge out jokingly at the eldest Weasley. "My made me." She said, pretending to pout.
"Alright then, how many have you sung so far?" Bree thought for a second. "I think I've sung seven songs so far. And I guess we can do another today." She passed the book to Fluer, smiling at her. "Pick one out." It took a few moments for Bree to show the older girl which songs she had already sung before Fluer chose one out. "'Ow about zese one?" Bree nodded, taking the book from her. "Alright then." She sighed, biting her bottom lip. "I know he didn't mean to make me feel this way." She muttered.
