After the Christmas holidays ended, you couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts to see all of your friends and brand new secret boyfriend again. You hurriedly made your way down the station with your fluffy ginger cat Freddy cradled in your arms, snoozing away like it was curled in front of the warm fire back home.

"Hurry, Fiona! You're going to be late!" Your mother shouted over the heads of others that were blocking her path. Her voice managed to surf its way around them and flow into your ears, just about managing to hear it.

"I wouldn't have been if Freddy here would have gotten down from the top of the wardrobe!" You tutted down at your purring cat. You smiled and scratched his ear. There were literally only minutes to spare until the train left and your poor feet were being trampled and stood on by other people who were trying to see where their child was sat so they could wave them off.

"Fiona!" A voice cried. "Fiona!" It repeated again. You could see a sudden hand wave in the air and Mrs Weasley squeeze past the grumpy group of pure-blooded wizards who scowled at her presence, brushing off their robes with their clean hands as if she as covered them in bits of dirt. You felt disgusted at the way they treated them. They weren't filth. In fact, you thought that those snobby wizards were filth. Their pride smothering their high-nosed faces.

She chuckled in a jolly way when she finally got to you, Mr Weasley following close behind.

"Hello!" You smiled happily in greeting, hugging her whilst making sure that she wasn't smothered by the fluffy ball in your arms. "Mum, dad, the-"

"Weasley's the name, friendship is my game!" Sang Mr Weasley.

"Honestly dad, you're worst than George in the morning." Ron groaned.

"Hey! I have a lovely singing voice if you should know, dear brother of mine!" Said George as he pouted dramatically with risen eyebrows. Your parents warmly shook the Weasley's by the hand. Your father was a posh man but he didn't look down on families like the Weasley's. He wasn't like the Malfoy's, thankfully.

"Hello there," Your father said, releasing his hand from his jacket pocket to shake Mr Weasley's hand. "Good to meet you."

"No, the pleasure is all ours!" Chuckled Mrs Weasley. She quickly checked the clock (only just managing to see it because she wasn't the tallest of people) and gasped. "You're all going to be late! Hurry now, hurry! You have two minutes!"

"Your boyfriend is already inside, most probably. He had the wonderful job of assisting young Ginny into putting the luggage into the compartment." George said in some sort of whisper, even though it wasn't any different from his usual speaking voice. You smiled.

"Cheers, George."

"Oh, how he's missed you!" George sighed dramatically, swooning. "I've never seen my Freddy so happy! It brings a tear to my eye!" George wiped the corner of his eye with a dry clean tissue, grinning and trying to stop himself from laughing the whole way through. "BUT!" He then said loudly, making you jump. "How will our lovers manage?! How will they be able to hold each other in their arms without having any suspicions raised? Will they get through it? Or will they-"

"Alright, that's enough George!" You laughed, elbowing him a little hard in the ribs as you climbed onto the train with Freddy sat on one of your shoulders. His tail swished around behind him, flicking George a few times with a smug grin of his pointy teeth. "Anyway, only you know about us so keep it quiet. Otherwise you're in for a walloping!" You threatened with a light thwack of his arm.

You and George ventured down the tight narrow space of the thin corridor in search of a place to sit.

"By the way," Whispered George as he edged along with you. "We've been testing out our products on students and trying to think of some to prank them with. Care to help?"

"I'll think of a good list-full," you nodded.

"Great," George thanked with a ruffle of your hair which went straight back into place. After a few short moments of tight squeezing and sliding through the ridiculously narrow corridor you heard Fred greet the two of you. Both him and Ginny were sat inside a compartment on their own, one on either side. George slid past you and flopped himself down to his little sister, purposely having to make you sit next to Fred (even though you didn't mind). George grinned, knowing that Ginny still didn't have the slightest clue about you and Fred.

"Hello, Fred." You said, acting like you normally would. Fred smiled with a nod.

"Alright-"

"So," Ginny interrupted her brother a little rudely. Fred had accidentally tripped Ginny up earlier when she was getting on the train and fell flat on her face. It was an accident but Ginny wouldn't have it. Fred did apologise loads of times to her but she just got up and left. She had been ignoring him since you and George joined the two of them to Fred's relief, he had someone to talk to now. Ginny leant forward a little from her seat, eager to make conversation. "George told me that you liked someone, Fiona." Your head immediately shot up. You could see the excitement on Ginny's face and the silent snigger coming from George's. You could feel Fred's glare at George intensify as he knew where George was going with this.

"O-oh, well... he is mistaken, Ginny. I don't like anyone..." You lied, although it was technically true; you did like Fred, but now you think you love him. You didn't entirely know but the feelings were mutual. Ginny frowned, suspicious.

"What? Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?" You asked, fidgeting a little beside Fred nervously. "I don't have to like anyone."

"Yeah, George doesn't like anyone." Fred said.

"Or do I?!" George gasped dramatically, slapping his hand across his mouth and squinting his eyes shut. He then laughed and shook his head. "Na, I don't. But what about you Freddy-"

"No,"

"Re-"

"Yes." Fred ended the short conversation between him and George, scowling harshly over at him whilst Ginny looked out of the window briefly. Ginny sighed heavily. The boredom creeped around the room quietly, slithering around the open air above your heads and bouncing off of the walls. After an hour or so, Ginny brought the conversation back up again.

"You must like someone Fiona," Ginny whined a little childishly, her head lazily drooped in her hand. You exhaled slowly as you thought to yourself. Fred's foot then tapped the ground twice casually. This sort of action would just breeze by others as normal but you and Fred knew that these sorts of questions will pop up now and then and decided to come up with a simple signal technique: tap twice for yes, tap thrice for no. Fred had his arms crossed on his stomach and his head was leant up against the edge of the window so that he could watch everyone in the room and also try and spot anything interesting outside that would entertain him for a short while.

"Well," You began, getting Fred's opinion through signal. "Fine, yeah. I do." Ginny squealed excitedly and beamed a smile.

"Can I guess who it is?"

"Er, sure. It'll pass the time." You nodded. 'Why not?' You thought to yourself and shuffled back in your seat to sit upright, resting your hands carelessly on your knees. She nodded and began to think, humming gently to herself as she tapped the edge of her fingers on her thighs.

"Err... do I know him?"

"Yes, very well, I think." You nodded.

"Is he cute?" Ginny asked. If the boy you liked wasn't cute, he wouldn't get Ginny's approval. Ginny always judged who people liked but would understand after a while why they did like them in the first place. You smiled and nodded, leaning your head back against the comfy seat afterwards.

"Yes," You swore that you saw the corner of Fred's mouth curl into a slight grin. His reflection winked at you and then whizzed off somewhere else just in case anyone saw. Even George grinned because he knew exactly who you were talking about.

"Is he in your year? In my year? Is he tall? Is he smart? Is he funny?" Ginny gushed.

"No, no, very, reasonably and hilarious." You replied as you described Fred. Fred nodded with a tilt to the head, silently agreeing. Ginny noticed his nod and narrowed her eyes towards him.

"...What do you know, Fred?"

"...Hm?" Fred hummed, looking up from his previous focus point in the distance over to his sister sat opposite him. Ginny sighed in annoyance and repeated herself, something which she doesn't like to do.

"I said," she huffed. "What do you know about this, Fred?"

"Me? Well," Fred said while pretending to think.

"He's very daft." George said.

"Not as daft as you!" Fred snapped back, smiling wickedly.

"I bet he is!" George poked out his tongue like a child would in a tantrum towards Fred, trying his best not to laugh.

"I bet he isn't!"

"Guys, guys! Seriously! Who is this person then?" Ginny raised her voice as she lifted her hands up in the air to stop this pathetic argument. Silence fell once again, awkward silence. Ginny growled angrily. "Oh, come off it! Just tell me!" Thankfully, the train came to a halt at Hogwarts station and everyone began to bustle on out. You, Fred and George all exchanged looks and without further ado, sprinted out of the compartment and fled for your lives from the angered student left in the compartment on her own. She stormed out of the train and sliced through the thick crowd of students, muttering to herself.