Of all the fan faction I have read (which isn't many) I have yet to read a
good fic concerning my two favorite characters Fred and George Weasley. So
I am writing one concerning them and the rest of the other Harry Potter
characters. Most of these characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but a few I
invented, and some are based on friends.
Darkness had settled and a strange fog wrapped itself around Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two figures stood out by the lake huddled close to one another. The fog isolated them from the rest of the school, and protected their secret love that had burned for years. The love that was forbidden by both sets of parents. The girl was a fourth year transfer student from the Ireland School of Quidditch. Her name was Wyndelin Fay Malfoy, and her arrival had shocked everyone. No one however was more shocked than Draco Malfoy, who had grown up believing that he was an only child. She didn't even look very much like him, or anyone else in the family. Her hair was long, slightly curly, and jet-black. She did however have the Malfoy eyes, yet they were not cold as steel, there was a warmth in them. Lucius had sent her to live with his brother in Ireland soon after she had been born. He had not contacted his brother since, until shortly after Wynd's graduation from Quidditch School. Even then Draco had not been told of her existence, and had found out the day she had arrived at Hogwarts.
The other figure was that of the tall red haired George Weasley. He knew that his father hated the Malfoys, and he also knew that Wynd's father would make a few serious attempts to kill him if he ever found out, but that didn't stop him from loving this girl with all his heart. He had loved her for a long time, and he had never told anyone, not even Fred. He had first seen her when he was nine, she was four years younger and had been a small five year old cowering from some muggle bullies. He had never seen anyone look so frightened, and had suddenly found himself threatening five muggles nearly twice his size. He had gone home with a black eye, and many bruises, as well as a slight limp, but it had been worth it. Since then he had protected Wynd from anything that ever threatened to hurt her. Well almost anything, he was unable to protect her from Lucius though. As much as he wanted to take her far away from that monster forever, he wasn't able to do it.
"Are you cold?" George whispered in Wynd's ear softly as he pulled her closer. "No." she replied though she was shivering. "We can go in if your cold." He said looking down at her, concern in his warm brown eyes. "I don't want to go in yet, I want to stay out here with you." She said looking up at him, her own silvery eyes looking serious, and a little sad.
George looked into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her as his fingers ran through her hair. She melted into him kissing back and wishing that she could stay like this forever. George pulled back from the kiss first and looked around worry crossing his handsome face. Was it his imagination, or had he just heard a noise? Wynd was looking around as well, wondering if she had just heard the snap of a twig.
Darkness had settled and a strange fog wrapped itself around Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two figures stood out by the lake huddled close to one another. The fog isolated them from the rest of the school, and protected their secret love that had burned for years. The love that was forbidden by both sets of parents. The girl was a fourth year transfer student from the Ireland School of Quidditch. Her name was Wyndelin Fay Malfoy, and her arrival had shocked everyone. No one however was more shocked than Draco Malfoy, who had grown up believing that he was an only child. She didn't even look very much like him, or anyone else in the family. Her hair was long, slightly curly, and jet-black. She did however have the Malfoy eyes, yet they were not cold as steel, there was a warmth in them. Lucius had sent her to live with his brother in Ireland soon after she had been born. He had not contacted his brother since, until shortly after Wynd's graduation from Quidditch School. Even then Draco had not been told of her existence, and had found out the day she had arrived at Hogwarts.
The other figure was that of the tall red haired George Weasley. He knew that his father hated the Malfoys, and he also knew that Wynd's father would make a few serious attempts to kill him if he ever found out, but that didn't stop him from loving this girl with all his heart. He had loved her for a long time, and he had never told anyone, not even Fred. He had first seen her when he was nine, she was four years younger and had been a small five year old cowering from some muggle bullies. He had never seen anyone look so frightened, and had suddenly found himself threatening five muggles nearly twice his size. He had gone home with a black eye, and many bruises, as well as a slight limp, but it had been worth it. Since then he had protected Wynd from anything that ever threatened to hurt her. Well almost anything, he was unable to protect her from Lucius though. As much as he wanted to take her far away from that monster forever, he wasn't able to do it.
"Are you cold?" George whispered in Wynd's ear softly as he pulled her closer. "No." she replied though she was shivering. "We can go in if your cold." He said looking down at her, concern in his warm brown eyes. "I don't want to go in yet, I want to stay out here with you." She said looking up at him, her own silvery eyes looking serious, and a little sad.
George looked into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her as his fingers ran through her hair. She melted into him kissing back and wishing that she could stay like this forever. George pulled back from the kiss first and looked around worry crossing his handsome face. Was it his imagination, or had he just heard a noise? Wynd was looking around as well, wondering if she had just heard the snap of a twig.