hey guys! here's another update. in case you haven't been reading these, PLEASE READ IT'S VERY IMPORTANT! go back and check the other chapters, they have headings that are quite important and that i would like you to know. if you could help me out with anything, message or comment please!

this will be my last update before Christmas, but i'll continue writing! i hope you all have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

(ps- tell me what you think Blayne should do in the future. should she leave with the twins, or should she finish up her year? will she come back to finish her seventh year of school? please HELP!)

It was fucking freezing.

I huddled closer into my thick, winter robes and ran up the stairs. Of course, on one of the coldest days of the year Fred and George had gone with the Quidditch team to help strategize, even though they had been thrown off the team. They hated being out of the loop. Therefore, I had made plans with Peyton to study for the upcoming History of Magic exam. I was supposed to meet her at six after dinner but I had gone up to the library to look for a book to help us study. Professor Binns voice just bored me; I could never concentrate enough to take notes… or pay attention at all, for that matter.

I finally strode through the portrait hole after a first year, plopping down by the fire in my favorite plushy chair and greeted Peyton. "Heya! Blah, is it just me or is it bloody freezing in this castle?"

"Nope, it's not just you. Blimey, is it cold in here. I've just started to thaw out!" She threw her long mane of chocolate hair over her shoulder and looked up at me for the first time. She was sitting across the chair, her legs on one arm and her back against the other, and basking in the glow of the fire.

I pulled out my books and began to pour over them. Merlin, was there a lot of magical history!

I had been reading the same sentence for two minutes when Peyton's frustrated growl pulled me from my "reading". "What is it?" I asked, turning my head up.

"I can't concentrate. History is just so bloomin' boring!"

"Unfortunately, with Binns teaching style, it's a surprise nobody has fallen into a coma yet." I sighed and tried to go back to my reading.

"Blaaaayne can we do something?" Peyton whined like a little child. I rolled my eyes.

"We're studying."

"Yeah but not really. You've been rereading that word for like, a year!" She folded her arms over her chest.

"I would have moved on if you weren't distracting me."

"Pleaaaaaaaaaaase? I wanna hear the latest gossip between your boys and you!"

I put my book down with a huff. "Okay, we'll take a gossip break but then we have to go back to studying." Peyton clapped her hands together excitedly. I laughed at her and she leaned in close to hear what I was about to say. "Well… what do you want to know?"

"Why aren't you friends with Cormac anymore? How did George and you become best buds again in like, a second? And what's going on with Fred? Have you said you love him yet? Is George all 'third-wheeley' and stuff? What are you doing for Christmas? Have you gotten Fred a gift yet? Are you two gunna go any further than you are? How's the whole joke-shop thing going? Are you gunna move in with the twins? Is George really okay with Fred and you dating? Do your parents know? Do his parents know? I think they should know, I mean, the entire school knows. Speaking of, did any teachers say anything yet? Umbridge? I mean how could they not notice, it's been all over school. Good thing the whole secret affair thing hasn't come out yet. And the way you too can't stop touching each other, or be apart for like two seconds, and constantly feel the need to hug each other… I mean how much more obvious can you be?"

She stopped and gasped for breath, her eyes huge with questions. I rolled my eyes- she looked like an overeager puppy.

"Phew. Okay let me try to remember your questions. As for George and I… well we've been really close since we were like, two days old. It's natural for us to forgive and forget. I remember this one time, he told my mom and dad that I- oh wait, story for another day. Anyways, George, Fred, and I have been inseparable practically since we were born and because of that, we sort of just fall back into our roles when all the drama blows over.

Um Cormac just doesn't talk to me anymore. I didn't think that my relationship status would affect him, but apparently it does. I don't know what's up with him, but he shuns me like I'm the plague and he goes out of his way to glare at me. I don't get it, but it's getting really old really quick.

Fred and I are trying to go back to our normal relationship. It's sort of hard because of the shit we went through, but we're trying our hardest and I know we're going to pull through on the other side soon. He still gets annoying sometimes, but I know I do too and we work past that easily. As for and I being so touchy, well… losing him made me realize how important he was. Don't know what you have till it's gone and all that crap. It's like I'm realizing he's there and I can't stop touching him because I have to reassure myself that he's not going anywhere. But Pey, I'm scared. We haven't said we love each other yet, but it's only a matter of time. I mean, I can practically feel myself falling arse over head in love with him. I haven't loved a boy. Ever. I mean sure, yeah, I've made out with a few and gotten around Hogwarts a little, but I never even liked any of them a whole lot, let alone loved them. But Pey, I'm really into Fred. Every time I look at him, I get these chills all over my body and I smile so big it hurts and my tummy does flip flops and it feels like I've been charmed and I can hardly feel my knees. It feels like I'm a bowl of Jell-o."

"That's good!"

"That's… good?"

"Yes! Don't you see? You're tots falling for him, girl! Yay! This calls for a happy dance!" And then she was getting up and turning around in a circle and flailing her arms around and shaking her ass. I couldn't help it; I laughed until I fell off the couch.

"Oof. Sit down, sit down Peyton! People are staring! What if someone heard you? I don't even know if I'm in love with him yet and here you are announcing it to the world with your dancing!" I tugged her shirt and forced her down onto her own seat. "Can I continue?" She nodded vigorously.

"George is learning not to be third-wheeley. It's sort of hard because of all the cutesy stuff Fred and I have been doing for the past few days- like I said, it's hard to let go of someone when you've just gotten them again- but other than that, I know in no time we'll be three pees in a pod again. He's been really good about our relationship, you know besides the whole making-us-do-shit-to-make-our-lies-up-to-him thing. But that's to be expected. I also don't doubt a few jokes sent our way over the next few weeks. It is George after all.

No, I have no idea what I'm doing for Christmas but I know that the boys and I will talk about it soon. It's only a few weeks away now. Oh gosh, his mum and dad have no idea we're dating. Speaking of, neither do mine. I haven't even told Tonks. Oh bugger, she's going to be in a right fit when she hears. More drama to deal with! I hope Molly and Arthur will be okay with it. I mean I had thought they liked me but now that I'm dating their son…. And Merlin's beard, you're right. I haven't gotten Fred a gift yet. Ugh, I desperately need to go shopping soon."

"I'LL COME WITH!" Peyton shouted excitedly. I 'shhh'ed her. Merlin, there were other people here!

"Okay Pey, but will you please try to keep your voice down?"

"Oh. Sure. Sorry!" she exaggeratingly whispered.

"So what did you want to know about next? I've forgotten with all your rambling."

"Um… future? What are you going to do when Fred and George leave next year? What about the joke shop? Will you move in after your school's over?"

"Peyton, seriously? We've only officially been dating for like, two weeks! It's way too early to be thinking about our future!" I hit her arm. She just grinned.

"Come on, you know you wanna think about it."

I sighed. "Okay, yeah… maybe a wee bit." Peyton gave me a look and I relented. "Okay yeah, maybe a lot. When Fred and George leave, I'm going to go on with my life and finish up my last year of school. I'll have you, and the golden trio, and Ginny and everyone else. And my books. I have to study and get good N.E.W.T.s to work at the Ministry. But yes, it would be kind of perfect to move in with Fred and George when they get their joke shop off the ground. We're trying to perfect merchandise this year so that this summer they can get everything running and then next school year, they'll be all ready."

"Sounds… perfect. You sound like you've got it all figured out, sister. Someone's been thinking about the future more than they'd like to admit," she teased. I bit my lip self-consciously in response and her eyes lit up as if remembering something else. "Blayne, are Fred and you gunna like... shag anytime soon?"

"What? Oh. Well, I mean… we've only just gotten to third base. We have to explore our recent base a bit more before going to the next step. But… eventually. I mean I'd like to. Who wouldn't? I mean, Merlin, he's gorgeous." My eyes glazed over as I thought about all of his hard manliness and Peyton had to shake me to focus.

"Okay B, I get it! He's hot. With all that sexual tension, you'd think someone would notice. Hell, you think a teacher would have murdered one of you by now." Peyton flipped her hair over her shoulder and settled back into her seat, crossing her legs Indian style.

"Oh, they have. Umbridge almost incarnates me with her eyes when we walk past. It's one of those things that you just have to ignore. I mean, hell, when was the last time she got some action? No wonder she's glaring. She's probably got 30-year old cobwebs in her vagina." We laughed together and I sighed, flopping back into my chair and closing my eyes. "Bloody hell, could it be any colder in this sodden castle?"

"Probably. It is the beginning of December. Generally, December is associated with cold air and snow. Oh bugger, look at the time! We've really got to finish studying, or we're doomed for the exam tomorrow!"

We shoved our faces into our books and no words passed between us until the last book had closed and the last quill had stilled.

"Hurry up George!" I whispered loudly behind me. The sound of footsteps got louder and faster and then George was beside us.

George whispered by my ear, suddenly beside me. "Okay, okay, no need to be so bossy, woman! Leave the dominatrix for the bedroom, will you?" I stuck my tongue out at George's antics and Fred tightened his arm around my waist.

"Hey, hey, hey, no need to talk about our personal mattress activities in the hallway, Georgie-boy. Have some decency!" Fred kissed my cheek and I giggled, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Boys." I shook my head. The three of us halted when we reached the potions cabinet. Since I was the smallest, I would sneak inside through the crack in the door easily and grab the potions that we needed before sliding back out. Fred pulled me to him and kissed me quickly on the mouth.

"Be careful, love," he whispered.

"Yeah, Blayne, don't get caught. I would kiss you too, but I think that'd be rather inappropriate and I'd probably get my balls chopped off by a certain twin of mine. Jealous git. Sorry, but no matter how much I love you I am not risking my precious jewels for you." George cupped his pants with his hands protectively and I shoved his shoulder gently but Fred punched him hard.

"Damn straight you aren't touching my girl!"

"Hey, hey, guuuuys, there's enough Blayne to go around," I teased. Fred turned an evil glare on me and I backed up slowly, hands in front of my chest defensively. "Kidding, kidding!" Then I slipped through the door.

I grabbed a few bottles off the shelves and emptied a bit of their contents into the small plastic baggies I had brought along. A few minutes later and I was finished. I quickly stowed away the baggies and slid through the door again, joining the two redheads outside.

"Let's go, I thought I heard someone coming." George led the way out and Fred grabbed me by the waist, directing me down the hallway behind his twin.

When we were far enough away from the supposed person and the potions cabinet, we slowed our pace.

"Hey, good work kiddo," George said. He punched my arm lightly and I shrugged.

"No big deal."

"I hate putting you in danger," Fred pouted. He pulled me tightly to his side and kissed my forehead. "You're the best, sweetheart."

"God, could you two be anymore disgusting?" George teased.

"We could, but I really don't think you want that."

"No, I was just kidding. Really!" George's eyes went wide and I laughed.

"No worries."

"But really, I do hate doing that. Next time, I'll do it," Fred offered.

"Very chivalrous of you, bud, but she's the smallest and most ninja-like. You wouldn't be able to pull it off," George rationalized.

"I don't like putting her in danger. What if she got a detention with Umbridge because of us? Then she'd have words carved into her skin just because we were stupid. It's too big a risk."

"Fred, come on. I'm not a baby. Just because we're dating now doesn't mean that you get to be my dad. I already have one, and one is definitely enough, believe me. I'm a big girl, and I am not going to get hurt. Just trust me," I said, squeezing his hand in mine.

He finally relented with an over-dramatic heave of his chest. "You're right, as always. Merlin, you are just so amazing, you know that Blayne?" He leaned down and quickly kissed me.

Suddenly, I flew to one side of the hallway and Fred to the other. My back hit the wall and I crumpled to the floor, hitting it hard. I groaned as my mind tried to catch up with what had just happened.

"DETENTION! My office, six o'clock," a high-pitched, too-happy voice squealed. My fist clenched. I recognized that voice. I opened my eyes blearily just as her pink arse flitted down the hall, flicking her wand and causing another couple to blow apart. I groaned, hitting my head against the wall angrily.

Bloody pink toad.

That night, we were forced to carve words into the other's skin. I had to write 'I will not be inappropriate', which in turn carved itself into Fred's hand, and Fred had to etch 'I will not be a slut' into mine. The entire time, we sat across from each other in desks just far enough away so we couldn't touch each other. I got to watch as I inflicted burning pain on my boyfriend and he had to suffer as I bit back tears from the painful stinging.

When she finally let us go and we had cleared the door, Fred crushed me to his chest and let me cry on him. I could tell I was hurting him when I cried, but I couldn't help it; I didn't do well with pain.

We were greeted with a raging George when we entered the Common Room. I bandaged Fred's hand while the two of them engaged in a shouting match about Umbridge and then bandaged my own while Fred held me and shouted at the same time. The ending result was sort of startling. The boys wanted to leave because of her. I tried to persuade them not to- I mean they only had a few more months and they would do their N.E.W.T.s and be done with it- but they wanted to make a stand. I told them that it wasn't worth losing their entire education over it, but they wouldn't listen. I really hadn't thought they were all too serious- a lot of their threats turned out to be empty.

The next weekend, we went into town to find out about some type of creature called Puffskeins. Turns out they were adorable puffs of color that were actually animals. With a little persuading, the boys decided that they would buy them to sell at the joke shop. I knew they'd end up bringing a lot of profit from young girls and that they'd bring in a new type of customer to the store.

I figured I'd buy one for Nymph for Christmas. She'd adore it.

The next week was filled with trips to various suppliers about products for the shop, classes, and Quidditch practices. One night, when the boys were practicing, I was wandering the halls and on my way to the library to study with Hermione and to maybe brainstorm some charms that the boys and I could patent and sell.

"Hey Tonks!" an angry voice growled behind me. I pulled out my wand and whipped around, planting my feet in the defensive position and ready to hex, only to find that it was just Cormac.

"Oh hey Cormac. What's up?" I asked, relaxing my position and lowering my arm.

"Expeliarmus!" he shouted. My wand flew from my hand and I looked at him in alarm.

"What are you doing?" My voice was shaky.

"I should be asking you the same question. What are you doing with him, Tonks? He's a little manwhore who left you for his bloody brother. Come on, haven't you better sense than that?" he growled. He advanced on me slowly and I backed up, not comfortable with the angry gleam in his eye.

"C-Cormac, Fred is really nice and I really like him and-"

"Shut up. He was so terrible to you. You can't seriously be calling him nice. He nearly blasted your head off, for Merlin's sake! He's irrational, hotheaded, and abusive. You deserve someone better than that, Blayne. Someone like me."

My back hit the wall behind me and I looked up at him startled when his chest hit mine.

"Please, Cormac, you don't know what you're talking about. We were such good friends. What happened? Please don't do this," I whimpered. I was caged, with nowhere to go.

"I wanted to be more than friends. But I was giving you your time, your space, to get over that slimy bastard. And look how you repay me! You leave me in the dust for HIM! He's not worth your time, Tonks. You need a real man. I know he doesn't get you like I do." He pushed his body into mine with force and I cried out, my shoulders digging into the stone of the castle.

"Please, get off of me," I cried. I pulled back my leg and hit him in the shin at the same time as I punched him with all I had in his shoulder. He looked down at me murderously and pushed me into the wall harder. He grabbed my arms in his and shoved them against the wall.

"Oh, don't worry my pet. I'll give it to you. You love this. You crave it. I'll give you what you need. That Weasley doesn't know how to pleasure a girl. Don't worry, Blayne. I'll fulfill your needs. I promise," he whispered. He ground his lower half into mine and I cried out, trying to gather the strength to shout for help. "Silencio." I tried to scream but no sound came out. I was terrified. He was touching me, putting his hands all over my boobs and grinding into me and I tried to cringe away but there was nowhere to go. I felt the fury well up in my chest at what he was doing; I had a boyfriend for Pete's sake! I pulled my knee up, ready to knee him in the balls, but he shoved his legs closer to mine, effectively pinning my entire body down. I couldn't move; I was helpless.

"You like that don't you? Only I can give you what you need, Blayne. Why didn't you see that before? Then I wouldn't have had to go this far. But since you didn't see, now I have to show you myself." He licked down the column of my neck and I whimpered, shoving against him and trying to kick. I screamed out for help but nobody came. I tried to hit him, to kick him, but he held my arms fast and didn't stop. He was too strong.

He moved so that one hand was holding onto my wrists and slid the other hand under my shirt to cup my breast in his hand roughly, pushing it and bruising me. I screamed at the top of my lungs silently and thrashed my body, trying to get away as his face got close to mine.

"Can't have you making all this noise, can we?" His lips crashed onto mine and his tongue invaded my mouth, plunging in viciously. I tried to bite it but he was too fast and I reached my knee up to try to knee him in the balls again but he anticipated it, shoving his knee between my legs. He rubbed his body up mine and I started to cry, hot tears showing my total fear and anger at my helpless situation.

One hand held onto mine and his nails were digging into my wrists; his body was roughly shoving mine into the wall, sending pain shooting up my back. His mouth was leaving bruising kisses everywhere and his hand My wrists were bruised, my breasts aching, and my arms exhausted; I knew I'd be sore for days.

His hand slid down my side and I shivered, trying to squirm away from it as it slowly crept under the waistband of my skirt. I clamped my legs together and started gasping for air, in full panicking mode now. Would he still molest me after I passed out? "Please!" I begged without words. He shook his head, watching my lips.

"So impatient, beautiful one." He took his mouth from mine and slid it down my neck and I took the opportunity to scream out for all I was worth, knowing nobody would hear me. He grinned into my neck and pulled my panties out of the way. I thrashed my head side to side and cried and screamed and begged and kicked and hit, but nothing happened. I couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't breath.

But there was still hope. Someone could come by any second and see this and stop him.

I had to hold onto that hope.

"GET OFF HER, YOU BLOODY WANKER!" Suddenly he was gone and I crumpled to the floor, sobbing and shaking.

Two arms wrapped around me and I tilted my head into a soft and feminine chest, closing my eyes. I was suddenly so exhausted. I fell asleep there, feeling safe at last.

:( poor Blayne. comment? rate? let me know what you think should happen.

god i feel so ick after writing that. bloody wanker.