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A girl's tragic past. A boy's lackluster life. Can these two lovers save each other?
Odile's holiday plans revealed! Finally meeting the parents? We can't wait until the wedding!
"How do we keep getting ourselves in these situations?" Fred asked Odile with a groan as they sat waiting for the Headmaster, to tell them why they'd been summoned to his office.
"I can't tell if it's bad luck or fate. Or maybe we just do this to ourselves." She replied with a sigh, sending him a glance, before her eyes locked onto her nails, one of which seemed to be broken. He observed her blatant lack of eye contact before scratching the back of his head.
"I was sorry to hear about your-"
"Don't." Her voice like steel cut across his sentence.
"Okay. I'll shut up." He placated, throwing his hands up. After a few moments of silence though, he became antsy and began to tap his foot to some unknown rhythm, humming off key as he went along. She sat there for a few moments before hissing,
"Do you mind?" He gave at her with an evil smirk that made her stomach leap up toward her throat.
"Not one bit." Right, that was it, she didn't care how hot he was. He was annoying, obnoxious, and quite frankly it was adorable. Not adorable! Bad. It was a bad thing. She spun in her chair to face him fully and balled up her fist.
"Listen here you son of a-"
"That's quite enough, don't you think Ms. Reisinger?" She quickly shot up to see that Professor Dumbledore had entered the room and was looking over at the pair through his half moon spectacles with an amused look in his twinkling blue eyes. She straightened her skirt and flushed, clearing her throat.
"Sorry sir. I was just-"
"That's quite alright. I'm sure Mr. Weasley deserved it." He shot Fred a stern look, but winked at the young man once Odile had turned her back to sit down once more. He then took his seat and steepled his hands.
"Now, you two seemed to have caused quite a stir in this school," he held up his hand as they opened their mouths to argue their case, "By no fault of your own I'm sure. Sadly, in amongst these stories about Mr. Potter and I's "downfall", the wizarding world seems to need a happy story of love to latch on to. Quite why they chose you two, I'm not sure. It appears that luck is not on your side. However, Ms. Reisinger and Mr. Weasley you must understand, there are people out there who don't wish for this relationship to continue. A pureblood and in their words, a "blood traitor" should not be together by their moral, or I suppose, immoral views."
"But we're not even in a real relationship! And we would never be in one!" Argued Odile, missing the slightly hurt look from Fred.
"Be that as it may," Dumbledore continued, not missing a beat, "I believe it wise for you to join Mr. Weasley's family for Christmas. They can protect you from anyone who wishes to hurt you." Odile paled slightly when she realised that people truly wanted to hurt her. Then it struck her.
"Um, sir. I was hoping to visit my family this holiday break."
"Well I'm sure we can devise a meeting with your father-"
"No," she cried, a little too quickly. She swallowed hard before continuing, "I just mean, I was hoping to see my American side of my family."
"Out of the question, it's not safe." He announced, immediately shooting down her request.
"What if someone comes with me?" She begged slightly, hoping to make him change his mind.
"Well, I'm not sure anyone will agree to such a dangerous journey."
"But sir, there has to be someone!" She was beginning to get desperate now.
"I'm sorry, but-"
"I'll go with her," interrupted Fred, surprising them all, "I'll go with her as support."
"I will not endanger the lives of two students. It would be unwise-"
"We'll bring an Auror for extra back up. I'm sure Tonks will be up for it." Fred continued, cutting across the Headmaster. Dumbledore sat there for a moment, just watching the two teens.
"I suppose there is no way I convince you to forget this idea." They shook their heads in unsion, causing him to let out a tired sigh.
"Alright. But you must listen to everything the Auror has to say. And be very careful. There is more at stake here than just your reputations." The two teens exchanged looks but nodded. It was finally setting in how dangerous their lives had just become.
"Now, Ms. Reisinger, we have some things to discuss before you go home with the Weasleys. Have you ever heard of the name Sirius Black?"
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The two teens exited the office, both lost in their own little worlds. Odile had just discovered the existence of a secret society that consisted of a former criminal who wasn't really a criminal, a werewolf, and several Aurors. Fred, on the other hand, was figuring out that his life was changing more abruptly than he imagined it ever would.
"At least now I understand how Harry must feel all the time." Fred thought out loud, awkwardly sticking his hands in his pockets.
"This is all your fault!" Odile exclaimed whirling around to face the redhead.
"My fault? What did I do?" Fred cried irritably.
"If you hadn't gotten in my personal space in that damn closet-"
"I don't remember any complaints coming from you! In fact, you were perfectly fine with what was going on. It went something like 'Yes Fred, oh Merlin Fred, right there Fred' if I remember correctly." He replied in a high voice mocking her. She flushed and turned to walk away but not before he grabbed her hand and dragged her around to face him. She was acutely aware that they were only inches away from one another, but in that moment she didn't really care.
"Look," he said in a breathy tone, "I'm sorry, but we've got to stick together. There are some bad times coming."
"The bad times seem to already be here." She countered.
"Worse times then. My point is, we need to trust each other. I know our situation isn't ideal, but we got ourselves into this mess. Now, we need to protect each other." She stared at him a bit longer, before seemingly collecting herself and pushing away from him.
"Ugh, fine. But only because I have no other choice."
"Fine. Didn't want you to come round either."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Hmph!" They both grunted before marching back towards their respective houses. However, before she quite left, she turned.
"Fred, I… I was sorry to hear about your Dad. Hope he's better." She then spun around and sped away. He stood stalk still. However she had done it, she had somehow taken his mind of his father's attack. This was bad. He started to worry if perhaps George was right. Perhaps there was something deeper to his feelings for her than he has orginally intended. Shake it off Weasley, he thought before hurrying back to the Gryffindor house.
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Odile sighed as she headed into the bathroom, prepared for relaxation. Sure, the baths in the abandoned girl's room weren't as nice the ones in the prefects, but they did the job. Plus, no one ever came in the bathroom haunted by Moaning Myrtle. The ghostly girl and herself had made an unspoken agreement not to bother each other when Odile came to bathe. So imagine her surprise when she heard the sound of sobbing coming from one of the stalls.
"Myrtle, are you-" She stopped short when she saw a red headed figure crouched in the corner.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone." A broken voice choked out. Odile studied her for a moment before exhaling and putting a gentle smile on her face.
"Ginny, right?" The figure was silent but nodded, still not looking up. Odile slid down to the floor on the wall opposite to the youngest Weasley.
"I'm Odile." Ginny's head peeked up slightly at that, and observed the girl in front of her.
"You're the girl that punched my brother in the face?" Odile let out a small chuckle at that, running a hand through her hair.
"That I am. To be fair, he deserved it." Ginny let out a watery laugh at that, finally looking straight at the girl, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"You know, not many people would threaten my brothers. There's repercussions." Odile nodded with a smile.
"Well I did have to sit in the same room as Umbridge. That's punishment enough." Ginny smiled before her face fell once more.
"So… do you want to talk about?" Odile ventured and Ginny shot her a look.
"Talk about what?" She asked in a tight voice.
"Oh hush. There's obviously something wrong, and please don't try and deny it," She retorted, putting a hand up to stop Ginny from interrupting, "Come on Red." When Ginny didn't reply, she sighed once more.
"Is it your dad?" Ginny felt herself tear up and she nodded slightly.
"But it's not just that. It's my dad, and Umbridge. It's Quidditch, and it's H-" She stopped her rant suddenly with a blush. Odile smiled gently at her.
"Potter trouble?" Ginny blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"That obvious?" Odile chuckled and went to stand.
"Nah. But do yourself a favour kid. From what I've seen and heard, you're pretty badass. Don't just sit around for a boy to notice you. Make him notice you. And if he can't see what a good things he's got in front of him, then he's blinder than I thought. And that boys got some thick glasses, so that's saying something." Ginny grinned at that, some of the light coming back to her eyes.
"Is that what you did with Fred? That's why he talks about you so much?" She asked mischievously.
"Wha- what? Fred and I aren't- we're not-" Odile stuttered to be cut off by Ginny's tinkling laugh. She huffed and turned to go to be stopped by a tug on her sleeve.
"Hey. Thank you." Odile nodded, still slightly flustered. She turned to leave again but seemed to have an internal battle with herself before turning back around.
"He really talks about me that much?" Ginny grin grew wider at the girl who seemed to have taken a particular interest on the crack along the tiled floor.
"All the bloody time."
"Huh." Odile replied absentmindedly before nodding to herself and walking off, much to Ginny's amusement. Maybe the girl wasn't that bad.
So, now Odile has a bit of insight about the Order, and you got to see a little Ginny/Odile brOTP bonding time. I honestly love these two, and my while universe tends to exist in both the books and movies, she is definitely more book Ginny, because book Ginny is queen.
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EDITED= 09/14/17
