My Slight Issue

by Captain Salazar

Charlotte finds herself in a dilema. She likes Draco, she even dates him, but then they fight and break-up. Then she finds herself falling for a certain red head boy. What can she do? To make matters worse, she is betrothed to Draco, and there is nothing she can do about it. Yeah, i know, i suck at summaries, but hey, give it a try!

10. Chapter 10

A/N:Hey guys…Long time no see? OK I'll cut to the chase, please don't murder me because its been way too long I know but you'll be nice today right?

Oh and listen to the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part2 Soundtrack.. It made me cry..Oh and watch AVMP.. Please

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I can move my fingers again. One finger, then my ring finger, my thumb and them ny whole hand. I clench my fist and then unclench and try to get the feeling of stiffness out of my hand.

"Madam Promfrey! Shes waking up!" A voice calls from above my head.

"Mffpt dftr agh…" I mumble, trying to actually get complete sentences out of my mouth. I open one eye slowly, only to snap it shut again after seeing all the bright lights that surround me. I try again and then, after succeeding, open the other as well.

Unsurprisingly, I'm still in the Hospital Wing. Surprisingly, Fredrick Gideon Weasley is hovering around my legs.

I lift my arm and try to push some hair out of my eyes and then to wipe my eyes.

"Should I be worried that you're here Fred?" I mumble, glaring slightly at his face.

"Uh..huh …No?" he stumbles. "I just wanted to see how you were and I can see that you're OK so I'll just be going now bye" he says before turning to exit.

"Fred…. Fred wait" I cough out. He stops.

"Um, so I have two questions. 1, do you think I can leave now?" I ask, to which he just shrugs. "Fine, be a git then…" I grumble under my breathe. I swing my legs out the side of the bed and place my feet on the floor before taking a tentative step forward. The next step I take is slighly more confident until Im walking normally again.

"Question 2, do you wanna start from the start?"

"Say what now?" He says, confused. I smile and shake my head. I put out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte Sian Smith. I'm in my fifth year at Hogwarts and I'm a Slytherin." He seems to get it now.

"Right," he says taking my hand, "I'm Fredrick Gideon Weasley, please call me Fred, I'm in seventh year and I'm a Gryffindor" I smile up at him beofre giving him a bear hug which was probably more like a rugby takle, but still, it's the thought that counts. When we separate, I feel slightly self concious, I mean, dud, I'm wearing a freaking hospital gown and, well, to be frank, they aren't very modest.

I look down to my feet before saying "Umm, I'll be back, I just need to ya know.. get changed and stuff… Cos I don't particually want to flash the entire school, get what I'm saying?"

'Yeah sure..please, get changed, white really isn't your colour" he replies before pushing me towards one of the changing rooms in the wing. I walk into it, and when I do, my clothes magically appear before my eyes. I change into a pear of dark skinny jeans, a white tank top and a knitted sweater and some combat boots.

When I walk out, Freds eyes skim over me quickly before he holds out his arm for me to take. We walk like this to the Great Hall where lunch is currently taking place, talking nonsence and skimming over all the serious topics. When we arrive, Fred notices my hesitation when he tries to lead me towards the Gryffindor table.

"Charrrrlllllliiieeeee! C'mon! Where else are you gonna sit? It'ns not like anyone at the Slytherin table is going to be nice to you. I mean, look at Parkinson, she's all over Malfoy,and he's letting her, you'll just get upset at them. Come sit witrh us, there will be two dashing red heads, one, not qite so dashing red head, a raven haired boy and a brunette. What could go wrong?"

"Oh so you mean George and Ron are the dashing ones, and Harry and Hermione?" I say innocently.

He just glared at me before forcefully dragging me to his table.

"FRED! I would like to keep my arm in its socket today thank you very much!" I cry indignantly.

He grins impishly.

So I kick his shin.

He scowls.

He picks me up in a firemans lift.

I scream.

I yell.

I curse.

I struggle.

I give up and lean on his back.

"You are a git…" I mutter.

PLUNK!

"FRED WEASLEY IMMA KILL YOU!" I yell, cos, well, my bum hurts!

He smiles again. Then I realise that all the Gryffindors are looking at me wierdly. And no, I don't mean just Harry, Ron, Hermione and George. I mean everyone, like Dennis and Colin, Neville and Lee, Dean and Seamus, Pravati and Lavender, Alica and Angelina, Katie and well… you get the picture.

I raise my hand awkwardly and wave. "Hi therre. You may know me. They've been putting up posters about me. I escped from a metal asylum. Get back to your knitting. Nothing to see here, bye."

I turn to the trio and George.

"Sooooooo…" I say wide eyed, creeping them all out.

"Hello Charlotte," says Hermione politely. I smile at her. A genuine one, not my creeper one, although I've been told they're fairly similar.

"Hello, 'Mione" I reply.

"Well, now that I can feel my ass again" I pause to glare at Fred "I think I'll go now, cos this is far too awkward for my liking, So au revoir." I say before standing up gracefully, and by gracefully, I mean I tripped over the seat.

I walked from the hall to the edge of the lake. Then, as a spur of the moment thing, I chucked off my shoes and socks before diving in.

When my head breaks the surface, I imediately feel frozen, but I keep moving to keep my blood pumping. Then I hear anothernine simutanious splashes. I turn around to see that Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, Alica, Katie, Harry, Hermione and Ron have all joined me.

"BLOODY HELL!" exclaims Ron, causing all of us to crack up laughing. I drag myself to the shore where I lie in the sun on the grass, soaking up the last few rays of sun. I feel a pressence on the side of me. I lift my head, its Fred. Neither of us say anything. But I know one thing is for sure.

Everything will be OK because I have a petty amazing group of friends…What was that word Fred kept using before?

Oh yeah, Dashing. I will correct myself now, my friends are better than amazing, they are dashing.