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Weasley's The Name- Chapter 3

It was the middle of December at Hogwarts and everything seemed to be going well. Professor Snape actually had treated Anthony almost as well as one of his Slytherins (again, he was one of the few that had done the summer reading). In Charms, Jacob was the only student to make his feather float, and Brian was lucky enough to make the toothpick he was given in Transfiguration to turn silver. Both triumphs infuriated Anthony (because he was not able to accomplish them as well), so he decided to spend his nights in the library…not that he told anyone, of course.

After the librarian kicked him out he slowly made his way towards the Gryffindor common room, trying to find his way back without getting lost for once. When he began traveling along what he believed was the right corridor, he heard what he thought was footsteps. Quickly, he hid behind a suit of armor and listened for some voices.

"You dare run into me?" A deep voice hissed. Anthony knew that it was not the voice of the notorious Filch, so he peeked out and saw two figures, a skinny one clearly towering over the shorter one.

"I didn't run into you…I was just taking a walk…I didn't even leave the Gryffindor hallway." A sweet voice explained. Anthony immediately recognized it as Taylor's.

"You know my father would have your neck for being a Gryffindor, don't you?" The young man growled. Anthony heard Taylor whimper and he watched the tall figure reach for his wand.

"Have you told anyone? He'll…dispose of you, if you don't keep your little mouth shut." He hissed. Taylor shook her head furiously, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Not one person, no one." Taylor whispered, her voice cracking. The young man stood back, looking down at her.

"I'm going to have to make sure that you don't, of course." Then, he pulled out his wand, and pointed it right at Taylor's head. Anthony didn't know what came over him, and he jumped from behind the armor and flung out his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" He shouted, and immediately the man's wand flew away from him and into Anthony's free hand. Taylor and the man turned towards him, both with astonished eyes.

"Anthony!" She exclaimed. Her eyes widened and then she covered her mouth. Anthony sent her a soft smile, and then turned his attention to the other person in the hall.

The young man took three large steps, and soon he was inches away from Anthony. The red head felt his stomach lurch as he finally realized whom it was. On the chest of the man was the 'Head Boy' badge…it was Stephen Malfoy.

"Who in the bloody hell are you?" Stephen exclaimed. He stepped closer to Anthony, pushing the young boy across the hallway and into the light of a window. A snarl grew on Stephen's face. "Oh, just another Weasel."


"Weasley." Anthony said quickly. Stephen's face darkened even more. The red head didn't know what to do, so he began to speak. "Pulling your wand on another student is against Hogwarts rules. I don't think the Head Boy should be pulling stunts like that."

"Oh really? Well, since you are just a lowly first year, no one is going to take your word over mine." Stephen said, a wicked smile growing on his face. Anthony's throat seemed to close, but he still spit out his next comment,

"I was able to get your wand away from you, I don't see that as lowly." Before he could take his next breath, Stephen pushed his roughly against the wall, causing Anthony's head to bounce off of it. His eyes rolled as he slipped down the wall, barely standing.

"Stephen, don't!" Taylor screamed, clasping her hands together. Stephen turned to the girl and sent her a smile. Then he turned around and punched Anthony in the ribs with such force that Anthony's entire body shook with pain. Stephen grabbed Anthony by the back of his neck, and then slammed him to the floor. The red head lied still, groaning. Stephen picked up his wand, laughing softly, and aimed it at Anthony.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Taylor shrieked, her wand sending out a silver streak towards Stephen. His entire stiffened, and he fell back into the hallway, frozen.

Anthony stirred on the floor, not really sure where he was. Taylor rushed over to him and rolled him onto his back.

"Anthony, open your eyes!" She cried, softly rubbing the bump that was growing on his forehead. The red head's eyes fluttered and he looked up at her.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, sitting up as she grabbed his shoulders to help him. As they stood up, he grabbed onto her arm to help him stand.

"I'm fine, oh Anthony, I'm so sorry, we need to get you to the Hospital Wing!" Taylor said, trying to lead him in that direction. Anthony shook his head slightly, and then grimaced because of the pain it caused him.

"No, she'll ask what happened, and if we tell on Stephen then we'll get in even more trouble." He smiled softly at her, trying to make her feel better. Taylor's eyes were still filled with tears as she nodded.

"Okay, come on, we're going to get caught." She said softly.

The Fat Lady did not ask the two any questions, once she saw Anthony's pained face, she opened the door as soon as the password was said ("Canary Creams").

The common room was empty, the fire still burning softly. The two headed towards the stairs, when Anthony stopped.

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked, looking into his eyes. Anthony wanted to tell her that his head was throbbing and all he wanted to do was have his mother make it all feel better. He wanted to wrap his arms tightly around his upper body to try and stop the stinging he felt in his chest.

"Nothing." He lied. "I just…I want to know what Stephen was doing." He blushed, he wasn't sure if she trusted him enough. Taylor looked at the ground, biting her lip.

"I'm not sure if I can say…you saw how mad he got…" Her voice cracked again and she wiped at her eyes. Anthony bent down slowly to look her straight in the face.

"It's okay if you don't tell me. I just don't want him attacking you again." As he said it, he felt the blush creeping up his neck. Taylor's cheeks also reddened and she looked into Anthony's blue eyes.

"Not now." She whispered. "But, will you do something for me?" She bit her lip as she asked this. Anthony looked at her curiously, but he nodded. Taylor smiled softly and got on her tiptoes, grazing her lips against his.

Shocked, Anthony backed away.

"What are you doing?" He whispered nervously. Taylor's blush grew.

"I've never had a real friend." She began. "What you did out there was absolutely amazing…and I am forever in your debt. As silly as it sounds, if we kiss now, we won't have that awkwardness later on in life. Plus…I would like you to be my first kiss." Her face was now beat red. "It's something girls think about a lot, and, well, I think you'd be wonderful."

Taylor looked up at him, smiling weakly and waiting for his response. Anthony had absolutely no idea what to say, but all he knew was that his heart was beating rapidly and his head was beginning to pound on his brain even harder.

"Okay." He said simply. She smiled brightly and got up on her tiptoes again. This time, Anthony leaned in as well, and they met half way. They're lips danced around each other's and Anthony took her face in his hands, softly putting his hands on her cheeks.

They don't know how long they were standing like that, but when they parted, they only shared a smile and walked up the stairs to their dorms.

Luckily the next morning was Saturday, so the two did not need to worry about homework or tiredness.

Jacob arose from his bed at around eight thirty. The young troublemaker wanted to be at Hogsmeade all day. He shivered and pulled his blanket over himself again. Rubbing his eyes, he rolled his head to look over at his brother's bed. Normally, Anthony was up early on Saturdays, but to Jacob's surprise, his twin was still in bed. His curtains had never been closed, and what startled him even more was that Anthony was still fully dressed.

"Ant. One more day, come on, we have to talk about what we're doing." Jacob said sliding off of his bed with his blanket still wrapped around him.

Since they were five, the day before their birthday was spent discussing the events of the actual events. Usually Jacob came up with wild ideas and Anthony simmered them down so they could actually happen.

He shuffled to the edge of his brother's bed and peered down at his identical twin. Anthony was sleeping on his stomach, but his head was turned, and Jacob could tell that he had a huge black and blue bruise on the side of his forehead. Concerned, Jacob shook him roughly. "Ant, wake up."

His brother did not respond, and now worry began to fill Jacob's eyes. He pushed Anthony roughly again, this time rolling his brother onto his back. Still, Anthony did not stir. "Anthony!" He shouted.

"What's going? on?" A voice mumbled. Jacob looked across the room to see that James had gotten up as well.

"Anthony's not waking up." He said frantically, looking down at his brother again. James rushed over and checked Anthony's pulse.

"He's alive. Merlin that's a nasty bump!" James exclaimed. Jacob jumped onto the bed and stood over his brother. He began to bounce, trying desperately to wake Anthony up.

"ANTHONY REMUS WEASLEY! YOU WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" He demanded. Slowly, Anthony's eyes fluttered open. Jacob smiled brightly at him. Anthony rubbed his eyes and just looked up at his brother.

"What're you doing?" He whispered. Jacob rolled his eyes and then jumped off the bed.

"You wouldn't wake up." James explained, sitting on the bed. He pushed his auburn hair away from his face and stared at Anthony's bruise. The red head moaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh…I guess I was having a good dream." He said softly. Jacob stood on his side with his arms crossed.

"You've never been a deep sleeper." Jacob said angrily. "Where'd you get that bruise?" Anthony blushed as he remembered the night he had experienced.

"A book fell on my head, from this high shelf in the library." He said quickly, sliding off the bed and shuffling towards the bathroom. Jacob followed him, standing in front of the bathroom door.

"Why are you still in your school clothes?" He asked, staring daggers into his twin's eyes. Anthony's blue irises darted away from Jacob's, and he continued to rub the back of his head.

"The knock took the wind out of me. I fell asleep once I hit the pillow." Which was true…except for the whole book thing. Jacob still seemed skeptical, but he moved out of the bathroom's entrance.

Anthony quickly closed the door, and as soon as he did, he fell to his knees. To put on such an act in front of his brother and friend had taken so much energy out of him that he could barely stand. His head was throbbing and pounding and he felt a stinging in his forehead. Anthony's chest also hurt and when he touched it, it stung immediately.

"Maybe I should go to the hospital wing." He thought. His head spun as he tried to stand up again. "Oh…" He moaned, leaning on the sink for support. Anthony's eyes rolled into his head as he slipped to the floor again, with a thud.

Anthony was out for a few minutes, and after he showered and got dressed, the first years headed down to the Great Hall. It was the weekend they were to visit Hogsmeade, and Anthony made himself go because the first and second years would not be allowed back until the last visit of the year. He needed to buy a birthday present for Jacob and Christmas presents for him and the rest of his family. This would be his only time to without having to go with his parents. That Monday they were going home, so his time was short.

As they ate breakfast (quickly, because they wanted to get out as soon as possible) the other students began to file in. Anthony looked up from his pancakes to see Taylor rush by Richard Malfoy, who had been standing by the door. He tripped her and she stumbled away. The Slytherin table howled with laughter as she sat across from Anthony, who just meekly smiled at her. Her face was a bright red, and she tried to ignore the comments coming from the opposing table.

"There is this wicked roller coaster there!" Anthony heard Fred exclaim.

"How do you know?" His sister Annie asked. Anthony and Jacob looked over to see a mischievous smile slide on their cousin's face, and Annie just shook her head, knowing the answer to her question.

"What are you going to do there?" Taylor asked Anthony, picking at her eggs. He watched as she just swirled them around the plate, pushing them through her maple syrup and taking some pieces of bacon along. She looked up at him, her green eyes shining. Anthony immediately felt his face flush.

"Oh, I was thinking about going Christmas shopping…I saved up for this year. Er--my first year at Hogwarts that is. I wanted to show I was responsible." He shrugged and put a piece of bacon in his mouth. The way his head pounded when he chewed was agonizing, but he didn't want Taylor to be worried.

"That's awfully sweet of you." She said simply, finally putting something in her mouth. She smiled, and Anthony smiled back.

"Taylor!" A high-pitched voice called. The blonde girl turned to see Bridget waving her over to the other end of the Gryffindor table. Taylor sent Anthony one last smile, and then she was off to join the girls of the first year Gryffindor class.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Jacob whined, rapping the table furiously. Anthony rolled his eyes and ate the last piece of his pancake. He joined Jacob, Brian, and James, and the quartet got ready to leave to Hogsmeade.