"He was the whining son?" I asked incredulously, pointing towards Weasley who flushed a surprising red at his mother's nod. Merlin, I couldn't have stopped myself from laughing if I tried. Not that I did. With an embarrassed frown, Weasley turned his gaze to his mother and whined, "Mum!"

"Am I supposed to take that to mean that you're actually trying to make me find you loveable?" "And if I was?" he asked, voice nothing more than a whisper. I rolled my eyes, pushing a sharp elbow into his side. He crumbled with a hiss of pain but didn't move far. Eyeing him with irritation, I announced, "Then you're doing an absolutely horrendous job of it. It won't work anyway."

"To repay you of course." He looked at me from over his shoulder, watching as I lifted the watering can to water the plants closest to me, "I did say I would." "And I told you that you didn't need to," I reminded him. "If you paid any attention to me over the last 5 years then you'd realise that I don't tend to do what I'm told."

"That girl – the one that made an entire fool of herself for you-you have to understand – that girl wasn't me."

"Really, where has your courage gone?" I wondered as I watched him closely. "If you like someone then you should just tell them. Don't you think?"

"Infatuation," he scoffed, shaking his head. "My type? Fine, my type is stubborn Gryffindors, two years older than me." "Be serious here Charlie –" "Oh, and I forgot," he added a little harshly, taking me by surprise. "She really really needs to be pining after my older brother. You know, just to add another level of unneeded tension."

So, it was one kiss. He wasn't the sort of person to break up with his girlfriend over one kiss, was he? I mean, the kiss wasn't even my fault! He'd been the one to initiate it.

"Why the hell would you make something like that?" I demanded, pulling away from Fred's arms. Running a distressed hand through my hair I whined, "Do you even know what you've done? I'm going to have a 15-year-old chasing after me until this thing wears off."

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "She thinks we're friends with benefits." "Being friends with benefits doesn't sound that bad," Bill teased, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. I glared up at him; he was not helping things. Evidently, we hadn't spoken quietly enough as Ron who was sitting on the other side of me, asked loudly, "What does friends with benefits mean?"

"Well what are you going to do now? Your mother's expecting you to bring your girlfriend to your next family meal?" "Godric knows," he sighed once the line of customers came to an end, "I've gotten myself into a right mess." "No way," I said instantly, recognising the look in his eyes. "Don't even think about it."

"I need to say this." He let out a deep breath, still not raising his eyes from his plate of food, "It all made me realise that at any moment, anything could happen to us. We could be here one minute and gone the next and I realised that my biggest regret would be that I let you go that day without fighting for us." "Charlie, please –"

"You asked me at the beginning of year," I said with blatant confusion, "Why bring this up now? Has this really been on your mind for that long?" "I just wanted to know the reason," he explained defensively. "The reason? It's simply really." Hiking my school bag further up my shoulder, I levelled him a flat look, "I don't date quidditch players."

"You saved my life," he said gently, "During the battle, you saved my life before I was crushed by the falling wall." "Oh." "Is that all you can say? Oh?" He straightened up, looking slightly disappointed. "Since the day of the battle, I've been searching for you and all you can say is 'oh?"

"He died doing something he loved," I murmured, choosing to break the silence between us. "Yeah? And what was that?" He asked angrily, his eyes hardening . "Fighting?" "Of course not." I looked down at my hands that I was clasping tightly in my lap; I hadn't had the chance to cry over Fred yet. "He died laughing Georgie."

"No you won't. You won't get any hairier than you are now," I paused eyeing his long hair. "Though I doubt that it's possible for you to get any hairier than you are now." I was rewarded with a small smile. "Now you need to rest for a while and don't even think about going into work tomorrow, alright?" He met my eyes. "Healer's orders?" "Healer's orders."

"What's the matter Ced?" "What makes you think that there's something wrong?" He asked, looking down at the hand I was holding with a weak smile. "I know you well enough to know that something is wrong." "Alright." He let out a breath as he ran his free hand through his hair. "What happens if I can't walk again?"

"Well you see," Lupin began slowly, considering his words as he spoke, "When James got hit by the bludger and fell, he developed a form of amnesia-" "He thinks that you're his girlfriend." Black cut in. My mouth dropped open in shock. "Excuse me?" "Be quiet," Black hissed, making me realise just how loudly I had been talking. "He might hear you." "I don't care if he hears me!

"It's alright Draco," I said softly, pushing his hand away from my wrist. "I'll just make sure that you don't need to concern yourself with this mudblood anymore." I walked away from him, wanting more than anything for him to call out my name, to say something, anything. I wanted him to stop me. But he didn't. After all, he was a Malfoy.

Akane attended every single one of his games since her first year and held more than just a bit of admiration for him in her heart so when he lost the game to Inashiro she felt her heart break. She was sure it was nothing compared to what he was feeling, but despite that he kept up his strong appearance. There was no way he could seriously be alright after that, right?

Disguised as a male soldier and wanted for treason, Safira is forced into hiding inside of Notre Dame where she meets the kind hearted hunchback. As his compassionate nature slowly warms her frozen heart, her passion sets his passive blood aflame as together they learn the true meaning of bravery and love. [Quasi x OC]

If she had to find a word to describe her table neighbor it would be egotistical. Or maybe arrogant. Or maybe scary. But in the end, she came to know him a lot better against her own will. It just depended whether she could call that positive or not. [Aomine/OC] [Birthday Present]