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I woke up to someone flipping my mattress. I tried to go back to sleep on the floor but realized I have a room to myself and no one should be in here flipping my mattress. I sat up and saw Ginny. I'd grown to about Hermione current height over the summer, so in my head little Ginny shouldn't have physically been able to do what she just did. "Hi?" I said unsure. She had her hands on her hips and was standing over me with displease expression on her face.
"You promised that you'd go to the first Quidditch practice with me." she said angrily. "Oh, um sorry, I didn't know they were starting today." I mumbled sleepily. "Well they are. And you promised." she insisted. I nodded and headed to the bathroom to put my robes on. "My mattress better be on my bed when I get back." I warned her. When I got back I saw that she had put the mattress back but had left all my pillows and blankets on the floor.
I glared at her but she shrugged and walked out of the room. I sighed and followed; letting Jadis out of the room. I followed the Weasley girl all the way to the Quidditch pitch. I sat with Ginny in the stands, but I was too tired to pay much attention. I had weird dreams about Fred again. There's this weird feeling in my stomach every time I think about him, or the dreams I have about him.
So I try not to think about Fred, because as much as I adore my friend I hate the feeling I get when I think about him, or his hair, or his freckles, or his smile, or his eyes, or his laugh,or-or anything else about him! I must be sick. I've already gone to Madame Pomfrey and asked for an antidote, but she laughed and said there if no cure for what I have. I felt a punch in the arm and looked at Ginny accusingly.
"Have you heard a thing I've said?" she asked accusingly. "You were talking?" I asked. She sighed. "That would be a no. What were you thinking about?" she asked curiously. I shrugged and look out across the pitch to where Fred and George were practicing their aim. "I rather not think about it." I told her. "Oh." Ginny said under her breath. "Hey Ginny. Hey Nadia." Harry said as he flew above us. He landed on the other side of Ginny and put his Nimbus 2000 next to him.
"Aren't you suppose to be practicing?" I asked him. Harry shook his head. "Wood says he doesn't want to risk me getting hurt so close to the first game of the season." he replied. "In other words Wood doesn't want someone who's known to be friends with a Slytherin to see the new Gryffindor formations so close to the start of the season." Ginny countered. Harry smiled apologetically at me, but I shrugged it off.
I looked at Ginny. "If I leave Harry can get back to practicing." I whispered her. Ginny's eyes widened and her cheeks turned slightly red. I smirked. That. Little. Sneak. She knew Wood would sit Harry out if I came to watch. She gave me a pleading look. "I'm not leaving." I laughed. I looked around Ginny to Harry. "So do any girls on the team fancy you?" I asked him. Seemed like every girl in our year does, plus Ginny.
Ginny's face went pale as she glared at me, but Harry didn't notice. "I don't think so. Katie is mad for Oliver, Alicia fancies someone who doesn't play Quidditch and Angelina is planning on asking out Fred." Wait...what? "Angelina? Angelina Johnson?" I asked in shock. Harry nodded. "She's going to ask Fred out?" I asked still in shock. Harry look confused by my reaction but nodded again.
"But she can't." I blurted out. Both Ginny and Harry gave me shocked looks. "Why not?" asked Harry slowly. "I don't know. Just..because." I replied. "How do you know anyway?" I asked accusingly. "The three of them gossip during most of the morning practices. Easily overheard by the Seeker flying above them." Harry explained calmly. Ginny's eyes light up and she turned to Harry and whispered something. I stood up suddenly and left the stands. "Nadia!" Ginny called.
"I'm going to breakfast!" I yelled back. But I didn't go to breakfast. I went to the owl tower and sent one of the school's owl down to breakfast to Draco. I needed to talk to someone who wasn't so...Gryffindor. I paced as I waited for him. Almost a full hour later I saw Draco leaning on the wall. "Wow, you sure are a wreck, aren't you?" Draco sneered. "I am not." I replied defensively.
He smirked. "I've been standing here for almost an hour waiting for you to stop pacing." he informed me. "So what's got you so upset?" he asked before I could start an argument. I shrugged and leaned against the wall with him. "It's just something Harry said." I admitted. "You don't actually fancy Po-" "Ginny would kill me in my sleep." I replied before he even finished asking the question. Draco nodded with an amused expression.
"Do you even know why you asked me here?" he asked. I shook my head. "I just-I just wanted to talk to somebody that isn't hiding something from me." I admitted. Draco raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh please. You're an open book it's just that you're written in a dead language." I explained. "So what are the Gryffindors hiding from you?" Draco asked.
I gave him a blank stare. "Think about that question." I demanded. Draco rolled his eyes at me. "How do you know their hiding something from you?" he rephrased. I shrugged. "I don't know." I admitted. "Well, if I didn't know you then I would think you're extremely paranoid." Draco told me. "But you do know me." I countered. "Unfortunately." he muttered. I elbowed him.
"Knowing you, its probably something elementary." he stated bluntly. "What's that suppose to mean?" I demanded. He shrugged. "You like simplicity." he replied. "So?" I asked. Where was he going with this? "You do what makes you happy, but don't think to much on your other emotions." he tried to explain. "Because they tend to make me not happy." I muttered.
"My point is that what their 'hiding' from you might be something that they think you already know." he concluded. I gave Draco a confused look, because I didn't quite get it. "Its probably about you." he restated. I nodded. "Somehow that doesn't make me feel better." I told him. He shrugged. "We aren't friends because of my comforting skills." he said with a smirk. "I got to go before Crabbe and Goyle start looking for me." he sighed.
I nodded. "Wouldn't want you're buddies falling off the astronomy tower looking for you." I agreed sarcastically. "Actually I would. Those two are more trouble then their worth." he admitted before leaving. I smiled and left a few minutes after him. I took my time going back to Gryffindor tower. I didn't like that all my friends seemed to know something about me that I didn't. Its frustrating.
If I wasn't such a good procrastinator when it came to sorting out my feeling then I would already know what they know. And that's the most frustrating part. Breakfast was over, but it was a pretty day outside so the common room was mostly empty. I laid down on the couch infront of the fireplace and tried my best to fall asleep.
I felt someone shaking me and opened my eyes. I saw Fred standing over the couch. "I got a note from Snake Boy saying that I should go find you if you didn't show up for lunch. Which you didn't." he explained. "Is everybody still at lunch?" I asked sleepily. Fred nodded and emptied his pockets on my stomach. "Yum, breakfast in bed." I yawned. Fred laugh and moved my feet to sit on the end of the couch. I put my feet on his lap and he put his hand on my ankle.
We ate the food in comfortable silence until people started coming back to the common room. "I got to go back to practice soon. Wood's upset that we didn't get to practice the new formations this morning." Fred admitted. I nodded. "I'll still be here when you're done." I assured him. He smirked at me. "I'll bring you dinner if Wood lets us leave in time to eat." he told me before standing up. I nodded and curled back up to go to sleep.
Fred and I sat on the couch infront of the fireplace instead of going to dinner. Well technically he sat, I was laying with my feet on his lap. His head was leaning against the back of the couch and he looked like he was falling asleep. And after being on the Quidditch pitch all day I couldn't blame him. I stared at his hand on my ankle and the more I stared the more what Harry said bothered me. I didn't like the feeling. "I hear Angelina Johnson is going to ask you out." I informed him with an edge of bitterness.
Fred opened one eye to look at me. "What's wrong with that?" he asked. I frowned at him. "She's pretty." I replied bitterly. Wait, what's wrong with Angelina asking Fred out is that she's pretty? I shook my head because the answer I felt was right was yes. Yes, that's exactly what's wrong with her asking him out. Fred suddenly looked very alert. "What do you mean?" he asked as he searched my face for something.
I shrugged and started staring at the flames in the fire. Why does it bother me? I don't really know Angelina enough to be bitter about her dating Fred. See there's it is again. It's not quiet bitterness, its something else. Possessiveness? But why? Fred's just a friend. But then again it didn't feel right placing him in the same category as Harry, Ron, Ginny and Dean. It also didn't feel right to call him a best friend like Draco, Seamus and George. If not a friend or best friend, then what?
"Your right." Fred said, bring my attention back to him. He was staring at my feet to avoid looking at me. "I am?" I asked. He nodded. "Angelina is pretty, she has a nice smile, a good sense of humor, she's smart, and she's a natural on a broom." Fred explained. I suddenly felt overwhelmingly sad for some reason. "Plus she has a nice laugh." I added. That was about the only thing I knew about her. Her laugh reminds my of little bells.
Fred looked at me in surprise. "Her laugh isn't that great." he argued. "I like yours better, its haunting." he explained. I snorted. "Please do explain my laugh's appeal." I joked. Fred looked to the fire as his face took on a look of seriousness that startled me. I've never seen him so serious. "Your laugh", he started, "is unnerving. It send a shiver up my spine every time I hear it. But its also enchanting. I swear it's the most beautiful sound-" I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into giggles.
"Since when have you started paying attention to such silly things?" I teased. A strange bubbly feeling had erupted in my stomach when he started describing my laugh, and I didn't like it. It felt like butterflies. I stopped laughing. Why would I-oh Merlin, I think I have a crush. No, it more then that I think. H-have I fallen for Fred Weasley? "No way." I whispered aloud. I thought about what Fred said about my laugh and realized that if I ever tried to explain something about Fred to someone, I would probably sound just as silly.
"No way what?" Fed asked confused. "No way you like my laugh better then Angelina's." I lied. "If she asks me out I'm telling her no. I don't like her." he said defensively. "Then why were you listing all the great things about her?" I asked bitterly. No, it wasn't bitterness I felt, it was jealousy. Bitter jealousy. "I was just trying to make you jealous!" he replied angrily.
I sat up suddenly, causing our faces to be only inches apart. "Well it worked." I snarled. I'd barely register Fred's surprised expression before his hands pulled our faces together. Fred's kiss was ten times better then I'd thought my first kiss would be like. My hands moved to his face on their own. When Fred pulled away he rested his forehead on mine. "I meant it when I said you were right about Angelina." he told me.
I started to pull away from him but then he grabbed me hand. "Your right: Angelina is pretty, but you're beautiful. She has a nice smile, but yours takes my breath away. She's got a good sense of humor, but you understand mine. She's smart, but so what? You're opinionated and clever. And she may be a natural on a broom, but on a broom your magical." he explained. I smiled. "I'm magical off a broom too." I blushed at how dirty that sounded. "Because I'm a witch." I added.
Fred laughed at my mistake. He leaned in close to my ear. "I can't wait to find out how magical you are off a broom." he teased. He laughed as me blush grew. "Since when have you thought such silly things about me?" I teased despite my red cheeks. "Since you waved at all the houses before your sorting." he told me seriously. My eyes widened in surprise.
"Then why'd you dye my hair blue?" I asked curiously. "Actually it was George that dyed your hair. I would've stopped him if I'd noticed." Fred told me. "So I blew up your bed for nothing?" I asked stupidly. Fred just laughed. I realized that he was still holding my hand and looked down at it. I would've thought the hands of a Beater would be more callused, but Fred's hand wasn't.
Realizing that Fred'd stopped laughing I looked up to see him watching me. "I'd never thought my first kiss would be with a Weasley." I teased. "Would you think about having a Weasley as your first boyfriend too?" Fred asked. I nodded seriously. "Yeah, I'll go ask George." I told him. His expression of horror was priceless and I fell back on the couch laughing. "That's not funny." he insisted.
I sat back up and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Aw don't be upset. I'll make you a deal." I offered.
DUN DUN DUN...HEHEHE...I've been in a torturous mood lately.
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