Don't waste your nights

She was spending her Friday night studying, just like always. From time to time, she chose to change her study location, but that happened rarely; one night she would study in the library, then the next night she would do her homework in the Common Room past midnight, when there were no people lying around the dark cold room with stone walls.

But not tonight; tonight she had planned to take a little walk. 'You work too much!' a caring Hermione told her at breakfast, and she bursted into a nervous laughter. 'I may say the same about you, 'Mione' Ann replied getting up and walking past a now confused Hermione with the hair fuzzier than ever.

Therefore, this Friday night she had decided to stay up later than usual and go out for a walk and maybe a little sneak in te kitchen to get some food from the gentle house-elves. Ann dressed up in a muggle cardigan and a pair of worn-out jeans and made her way down the moving stairs to the fruit-bowl painting. She raised her finger and tickled the green pear just like she did since she was little. The pear let out a ''poof'' noise before the painting removed itself from the entrance and Ann got in. As her eyes got used with the powerfull light, she saw the house-elves preoccupied with other guests: they were running all over the big kitchen corridor, towards the countless fireplaces, bringing boxes of chocolate frogs with them. Suddenly, Ann felt someone bump into her right feet and as she directed her gaze from the flying kitchen tools to the house-elf that was now shouting its apologies in her way. She managed to compose her facial figures into a crooked smiled, then walked past a tall figure with red hair, trying to ignore the crazy rhytm that her heart beats got.

'Oi, Evans!' she heard her name called and she turned around. She was now facing one of the red-headed Weasley twins. Fred stepped closer to her, followed by George who exclaimed happily:

'Look, I've got McGonagall!' then he gazed at his McGonagall moving picture on his plastic card.

'Hi boys.' Ann finally managed to say.

'Would you allow us to ask-' Fred began

'What is a girl like you doing-' George continued

'At this late hour out of her bed?' Fred finished.

Ann hated the way the twins would finish each other's sentences.

'I was out for a walk. But allow me to ask the same things, boys. Were you just hungry?' she asked, innocently batting her long eyelashes. She felt her blood pump in her veins whenever she was close to them; their presence made her feel more confident, more special, more...womanly.

The twins looked at each other and smirked.

'Actually Evans-' George started this time

'We were out for a walk too..' Fred finished

'Would you like to join us?' both of them said in unison.

Ann rolled her her eyes and sighted; she must be mental to deny their offer!

'Only if you stop completing each other's sentences. This shit's annoying!' she laughed. Both boys smiled widely, and the three teenagers left the kitchen togheter.

Ann was walking before the twins, exhaling the cold night air, the breeze brushing over her pale facial features. Fred and George were watching her from behind and none of them knew what the other was thinking. In fact, they had no idea that both of them were thanking God, or anything that was up there, hidden between the November clouds, that it didn't rain. They both thought, in secret of course, that Evans was the perfect company on a Friday night, even though she was a Slytherin (and therefore a traitor, considering their encounter at Ollivander's in their first year) and even though she made them stutter whenever their younger brother, Ron, asked them about her. 'We don't spend our time chasing snake girls.' they answered and turned around on their heels, their ears a visible shade of red. But Evans was no-where near attractive: she was way too tall for a girl, her skin was too pale and her hair was too silky; it annoyed the twins whenever they touched her hair by mistake because they couldn't capture a shade of it between their fingers. And, for God's sake, this girl was a bigger bookworm than Granger if it was possible! Sure thing, Evans was a shy, awkward bookworm, completely unattractive.

Suddenly, they heard someone in a bush behind them. A few leaves flew instantly here and there, and the twins and Ann turned around with their wands out. Ann whispered 'Lumos' and the tip of her phoenix-feather-core wand shone in a beautiful blue colour. Before them was a tall, dark man with slimy hair. Ann let out a surprised noise before Fred placed his white palm on her pink lips and dragged her close to him. She burried her head in his robe as the tip of her wand kept illuminating the teacher's face.

'Evans, Weasley and Weasley. What a beautiful surprise! Absolutely...thrilling!' Snape exclaimed and his wand lit up, joining Ann's in creating a phosphorescent light. Ann's black orbs got even darker at the sight of Snape's gaze and the twin's hazels were fixing the Potions master.

'Late night promenade?' his sarcastic baritone voice echoed in the garden. Fred let go of Ann's mouth but instead, he moved his hand to her waist, gripping her strongly next to him.

'I guess you know what happens now, don't you?'

George huffed; Snape was going to put them in detention for the rest of their lives and they were aware of that. After a few moments of awkward silence that prepared them somehow for Snape's words:

'One hundred and fifty points from Slytherin and from Gryffindor as well. No, make that two hundred and fifty points, because you are twins. I'll see all three of you in my office tomorrow after classes. Also, I'll make sure that the Headmaster finds out about your little...escapade. You'd better head to your dormitories or it will get worse.' then Snape apparated away.

Fred let go of Ann completely now, and he turned to George:

'What about our quidditch practice? Baston will kill us! This guy's nuts!'

'Chill, mate.' George told his brother, 'I think we'll enjoy this detention more than anything else.' he smirked.

By the time George turned to look at Ann, she was long gone. With her head burried in her pillow, her cheeks burning, she whispered to herself:

'I knew that this would be no good...'

And her eyeleashes started to get heavier and and heavier and she was drifting fast to sleep.