Skating through D.. with Uncle Remus was fun, but already knowing the material I got a wee bit distracted by … well, Fred.

* Flashback *

Sitting in class taking notes on the first theory o' the year, I let me pen loose. I sat back and gazed to me right, where a focused Fred listened intently, and copied down notes off the board. The light was soft, casting him in a nice glow. His long frame was lounging in his chair, looking te be tense and relaxed at the same time. Fer such a tall person, he made the position seem graceful and not awkward. His trademark red hair hung in his face at shoulder length, the shorter pieces being his bangs that hung from the edge of a flat forehead. His eyes were enchanting, full of concentration and deliberation. The blue-green aqua color was vivid against the light color of his face. A few freckles were splashed across a cute straight nose and high cheekbones. Of course, Fred being an extremely playful person, bit his bottom lip, but whether or not it was from concentration, or his antics, I do not know. I would guess more that he was being playful, since he had licked his lips right after he bit his bottom lip. They were a shade of pink somewhere between coral and watermelon. A strong, yet subtle, chin and jaw created the final features of his face. A strong, muscled neck blended inte strong muscular shoulders. Lean arms that were full of power flowed down inte big, strong hands. I took a second te admire his handwriting. It was in cursive, but still extremely masculine. It summed up all the aspects of Fred Weasley. Turning my attention back te the form next te me, I looked at his chest, the outlines of hard muscles visible under his somewhat tight white dress shirt. His red and gold tie hung loosely te the side. His shirt was a little loose about the waist, which was quickly defined by a tightly cinched black belt. Tight black dress pants clothed his strong legs, and instead of riding up like the rest of the boys', his pants were long enough that they didn't look dorky because you could see his socks. I also was very aware of his thigh pressed up against my own. As if reacting te my thoughts, the pressure increased the smallest amount. And finally, there was his scuffed up pair of black high top converse. I burned the picture inte my memory, reminding myself te draw it later. It would be the next in a collection I have of him. I always would draw people I know, but all of my best drawings were of Fred. When we were younger, Fred used to tease George with the old "I'm the better-looking twin". Little did he know it was my extra affection that gave me the ability eo recreate scenes depicting him. I guess no sleep for me tonight. Homework, the plan, the game, the talks, and then time te go be alone. Ya, no bed until about two. But it'll be worth it. Being able te look at that beautiful face, have that strong chest pressed against me as we joke around. Feel those arms wrap around me in loving hugs. Have strong hands that tickle me and keep me from doing something stupid press against my skin…

­Dang it! I'm going te need te cool off after this.

I refocused my attention away from Fred. And looking just past him, I see a smiling George, who winks at me. Obviously, he had seen me staring at his brother, mesmerized. So I just shot him a quick glare and decided te doodle and sketch on the paper in front of me. I had pulled out a muggle sketchbook to use, parchment is rather annoying to use. Mindlessly, I let my heart take over my mind and my hand, giving it freedom te just draw. I meticulously worked each line, marking and erasing, shading and blending te get the image perfect. And for all the careful attention, all I had managed to draw was a pair of eyes. And all I had te do was look at most of my other drawings, or even just look te me right, and I would see that same exact pair of eyes. I could imagine using my tools te get the color just right. A blue-green aqua.

Wow, I really am falling. . . or maybe I already have.

Just as I thought this I felt a gentle nudge in my side, Fred was looking at me with curiosity and awe. He pushed a folded up piece of parchment towards me.

"What are you drawing?" the note said.

Deciding te keep this one a secret te myself for a couple more hours (before he questions me again) I answer him.

"No clue." was my reply. Understanding was evident in his eyes. Those same eyes that were drawn just as they are on the piece of paper before me.

"Tell me later?" he asked. With a tiny smile, I knew that Fred really did know me fer who I am.

"Sure." is all he got back.

And with a small smile in return, he returned his concentration back te the class. Soon, the bell rang, and double D.A.D.A. was over.

*End of Flashback*

And here I am, walking in the corridor just outside potions with the two people who I sometimes think might just be the center of me universe. But of course, these two people want te either blow up the universe, or at least cover it in multi-colored dye in the process.

"So, you know how I had been brainstorming last night when you guys went up to the Astronomy Tower?" George probed.

Time to toy with George about his love life.

"Oh, ye mean yer cover te go see if Hermione was still up and studying so ye could admire her and try and talk te her? And, of course, ye only brainstormed after that was taken care of." I challenged him.

A speechless and beet red George with ears the color of radishes stopped walking and gaped at me.

"How the bloody hell did you know?!" he wondered. I simply smirked at him. Little did he know that Fred and I been seeing this fer awhile.

"I have my ways." I answered.

Fred and I had wanted te talk te George about this fer a couple of months, but George can also conceal his emotions exceptionally well. Fred and I thought that the only way that he might give some sort of confirmation is if he was caught by surprise. Not te mention that the lad probably felt a little bit like a creeper, since he is the male and happens to be 16 while liking Hermione who is 14. It doesn't sound so bad when it's put like that, but the fact that he is in his fifth year, and that Hermione is in her third year sounds a little bit on the odd side. Oh well, fate will decide what should happen.

"But no one knew! AND I kept it hidden!" George exclaimed.

"George, ye forget, we are talking about me and Fred figuring this out. Yer best friend and yer twin. Did ye honestly think that we wouldn't notice?" I questioned him.

George spluttered.

"Besides, its ok. I personally think that it would be adorable. And Hermione, well lets just say that she is like you. She hides her emotions." I assured him, "But as ye were saying, ye were brainstorming? And?"

George stood astounded fer a couple more moments before recovering. After a cough or two, he continued. Fred smirked and winked at me. Silent applause could be felt fer me timing.

"Ahh, well, I thought that we could possibly start creating sweets that have desired side effects that would get us out of classes, work, etc. I mean, I still have to figure out the spells and such, not to mention the potions, but it's a start." George scratched the back of his head with a scrunched up face.

My jaw dropped. The possibilities… "GEORGE, that's fecking brilliant!"

I looked over at Fred, and his eyes were clouded over with the fantasies of mischief. I looked back te George.

"Really?" He asked.

I ran and jump hugged him. I buried my head in his shoulder, and yelled a muffled "Yes!"

He laughed and set me down.

"Okay, we'll start on that idea later, for now, I say that we head on back up to the dormitory to get everything finalized for tonight." Fred suggested.

I nodded, but then……..

"Sorry lads, but I need to go see Uncle Remus fer a bit. I should be back in an hour though. Then we can finalize and hang out. Is that ok?" I asked.

George replied with a very nonchalant answer. "Sure. See you then."

Fred remained quiet. He merely waved te me, before walking towards the Tower with George.

That's strange. I hope I didn't make him mad. Hopefully he just had something on his mind.

I headed back towards the D.A.D.A. classroom. I took me time walking so that I could think about all the things that have happened lately. So here's the list:

I have fallen fer me best friend, Fred Weasley.

Me father has escaped from Azkaban.

Said father might be after me or me family.

My Uncle Remus now teaches D.A.D.A.

I have been extremely careless about using me abilities around Fred and George.

The first one is fine with me. And its not like it is something I can change. The second one could be a bit of a problem. Third one is only a possibility, but a very dark and dangerous one. The fourth is fine, I'm just worried about the lunar cycle. Fifth, well, its not a problem as much as it is something I shouldn't do no matter how much I want te let them know. In the end, they could be hurt or killed because of it. Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, and he wanted fer me te………. No, now is not the time te think about that. That is something that should be left fer times when I will not be distracted or conscious of the time.

During this time, I eventually ended up at Uncle Remus's. I opened the door te the classroom only te see him sitting at his desk looking at a book, but not really seeing. He looked up as he heard the door open, and smiled when he saw me.

"Kiera!" he greeted.

"Hey Remy, umm, I was wondering if we could continue the Occlumency lessons. That is, on days when it is suitable." I inquired.

He gave me an academic look. "Of course. I know how protective you are of your mind. Although you must be comfortable with what I might see. That is if you can't block me out."

"Yes Uncle." I agreed.

"Then again, I already know of some new developments since I saw you in the summer." Remy's eyes twinkled with mirth.

"What is that exactly?" I questioned warily.

"Oh nothing important, but might I ask why you spent practically an hour staring at Mr. Weasley?" Uncle teased.

Well Uncle, I can tease back.

I grinned. "Sorry Remus, but I think I need ye te clarify which one."

Uncle Remus gave a laugh. "Oh alright, lets start the lesson."

Remy and I sat down, and prepared ourselves. Finally, Uncle Remus attempted te penetrate me mind, silently. I blocked him. But that's only the first part. Now we have te see how long I can hold out.

Minutes passed, and pressure builded. Finally, my wall broke, and Remus entered me mind. A few memories flashed until they stopped on one. All it was was a pair of eyes looking up at me. But they were dull, almost dead.

And they were a blue-green aqua.