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Weasley's The Name - Fourth Year - Chapter 1

"Good Godric there is no way this is happening!" Jacob Weasley exclaimed, covering his face with his hands. Other students tried to look over his shoulders, though it was hard because the teen was almost six feet tall and hovered over them by about four inches. Jacob ripped the pink paper off the wall and started down the hallway.

He stormed passed many different students, not noticing the glares from the boys he received, and the goggling eyes of the girls. Jacob was probably one of the most popular students of Hogwarts, even though he was only in his fourth year.

He and his brother had been known to play very different and unique pranks on their fellow students (mainly Slytherins), although they were never caught, partly because of Anthony's neurotic attitude of getting caught and expelled. Everyone knew that the Weasley twins were the cause, but somehow, they managed to escape detentions.

Quite possibly the best Keeper since Oliver Wood, Jacob had been on the team since he tried out in his second year, and has yet to let an opposing team score. His unruly curls had been shaved off the moment he made the team ("For aero-dynamic purposes…") and he had been slowly growing it back, because he found out that the girls seemed to enjoy his long hair.

The doors of the Great Hall were already open, to Jacob's dismay. He wanted to slam them open and make a huge entrance. Instead, he just quickly stomped his way up to his brother, who was quietly writing on a long piece of parchment. Jacob threw himself on the bench and slammed his head onto the table.

Anthony jumped up in surprise, turning towards his brother.

"I hope your hard head took most of the blow." He said, trying not to laugh. Jacob turned his head slightly, and stuck him arm straight at his brother, the piece of pink parchment still in his grip. "Oh, the ball. You just found out?" Anthony giggled, returning to his paper.

The paper that was crumbled in Jacob's hand was a flyer done by a trio of seventh year Hufflepuffs. The three girls were all Muggle-born and since their first year, they had been petitioning and planning a ball for Valentine's Day. Professor Sprout had promised them that if they each received the top three amounts of N.E.W.T.S. and O.W.L.S. that they would be able to hold it. They had. The head of the group was the year's valedictorian.

Jacob stared oddly at his brother. "You know about this catastrophe?" Anthony's ears turned red and Jacob knew immediately why. He rolled his eyes and sat up, rubbing his forehead. "Oh, Taylor already told you?"

Anthony nodded sheepishly. He and the beautiful blonde (who had happened to walk into the Great Hall at that time) were…really good friends. The two had not kissed since their first year, and had decided to wait until they were sixteen…mainly because both of their parents had said that they had to.

"What are you saying about me?" She asked, sliding next to Anthony. The young girl had grown quite tall and had become an extremely close friend to the twins. Her grades were only challenged by Anthony's, and the little rivalry they had sometimes caused the two to bicker like children.

"Nothing, Jacob's just worried about the ball." Anthony mumbled, going back to his paper. Taylor eyed him oddly, and then leaned back to look at Jacob.

"Why are you worried? You can get any girl in the school to go with you." She said nonchalantly, pulling her bag onto the table. "It's that you can't dance, right?"

Jacob sighed and banged his head on the table again. Taylor just giggled and took out some parchment, starting her Charms homework.

"Oh, he can dance, he's just debating on whether or not to ask Alex—OW!" Anthony bit his bottom lip as he tried to keep his scream inside. Jacob smiled, sitting up; his twin wanted to hex him.

"She'll say yes." Taylor said quietly, barely looking up from her paper. The twins turned to her, eyes wide.

"Re-really?" Jacob asked excitedly, jumping out of his seat and squeezing between Taylor and Anthony. "Does she talk about me?" He asked as Anthony nudged him roughly in the ribs.

Taylor batted her eyes, not looking at the anxious red head. Jacob pulled the parchment out from under her quill, causing the girl to send him an angry glare.

"Yes." She said as she took her paper back. "But…she comes with…a lot of baggage." She whispered, making sure no one heard her.

At this, Anthony and Jacob tilted their heads at the exact same moment, clearly confused. Taylor looked away and huffed. "I can't exactly tell you, now can I? You're going to have to talk to her."

Jacob moaned and put his head in his hands.

"I'm no good at talking to girls." He sighed. Anthony stopped writing and took a deep breath, wanting to help his brother. His eyes scanned the room, but the figures that stood on the other side were just blurry images. Anthony smirked.

The blurry images had been appearing quite frequently as of late, and the migraines his eyes caused him had noticeably affected his grades. Constant headaches were very common to the young boy, because of the events of his first year, but he was certain that his eyes were now playing a bigger part.

Shaking his head, he looked at his brother. As he came into focus, barely, an idea popped into his head.

"Why don't you ask James?" He said quickly, holding back a smile. Jacob turned around and smirked viciously at his twin.

"I don't need advice from him! You should talk to him you stupid git." He exclaimed. Anthony rolled his eyes.

During their second year, James Lupin had revealed to them that he was half Veela, the reason behind the girls' immense attraction to him. Of course, this made all the boys envious and just a little agitated around him.

"I don't need any advice." Anthony huffed, rubbing the space between his eyes. At this, Taylor snorted. Anthony turned quickly to her, staring daggers into the blonde.

"What does that mean?" He asked, almost squeaking. The girl just rolled her eyes as Jacob noticed the tension. He slowly got up, and walked towards the end of the table where some Gryffindor boys were sitting.

"Well?" Anthony asked Taylor, with a bit of a nasty tone. The girl blew a strand of her hair out of her face and continued to scribble on her parchment. "What can I learn from James?" He put his quill down, well, slammed his quill down. Taylor jumped slightly at the impact, and she slammed hers down as well.

"PLENTY!" She shouted, sliding all of her belongings into her bag and brushing past a few students out of the Great Hall.

Anthony's face burned red as he noticed some Slytherins snickering at him. He too gathered up his things and headed out the door to find Taylor.

Jacob slid next to his two cousins, Brian and George Weasley. The brothers were very involved in a conversation about something…though they immediately stopped once Jacob took his seat. On the other side of the table sat James Lupin, who was reading quietly, and taking notes.

"Who's going to the ball?" Jacob asked abruptly, not bothering to say hello to the boys. James looked up, immediately blushing. Brian choked on his own breath, and George just rolled his eyes.

"Why, scared?" He said, looking at his younger cousin. Jacob smirked at him, and huffed.

"I just want to know how you're asking your date, or, er…yeah, how are you asking your dates?"

"Merlin you're a pain in the ass." Brian sighed, his ears burning. "Well…just go up to her and ask her, it's not that hard...not that I've asked anyone." He finished his answer, his face completely red. George, however, didn't buy it.

"Who are you going with?" The older brother asked immediately, shoving his little brother in the shoulder. Brian just shut his eyes, trying not to notice this brother's constant shoving.

"What about you?" Jacob asked James, already knowing the answer. James bit his lip and looked at his friend, his blush deepening.

"Me? Well…I don't have a date yet, if that's what you're asking." He said to Jacob's surprise.

"Really? Well, who are you planning on asking?" The red head asked, clearly interested. The blush on James' face deepened as he avoided Jacob's eyes.

"Er…I don't know, not important though, right?" He stuttered, sending a weak smile towards him.

It was then that a very pretty third year Gryffindor girl joined the boys, smiling brightly. Rebecca Lupin had long auburn hair that reached the small of her back, and hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle. Her teeth seemed to glisten and the way she batted her eyelashes made all the boys (except James of course) feel a little queasy (in that good way).

"Oh Jimmy!" She exclaimed happily. James rolled his eyes as he turned around to look at his sister.

"What do you want?" He sighed, knowing that Rebecca wouldn't stop talking once she started.

"You do know that only fourth year students and up are allowed to go to the ball, right?" Rebecca said, smiling madly. Jacob's eyes widened as he saw Lilly Potter and Cassiopeia Black sitting at the table behind theirs, giggling like mad.

"Yes…I do." He said, clearly annoyed. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Would you like to go with Lilly?" Rebecca asked quickly, biting her lip. Jacob watched as James' face turned a deep shade of red.

Rebecca, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes.

"It wouldn't be anything serious, it's just that all three of us really want to go and Cassie and I both have dates…"

"Becca! I'm not just some toy you can pass around to your friends!" He hissed, pulling his sister's arm and making her sit next to him. Rebecca blew some hair out of her face.

"Fine! You're so touchy!" She groaned, putting her elbow on the table and her head in that hand. James' face continued to burn bright, until he turned to look at his sister.

"Wait a minute…you have a date?" James asked, his over protective brother side coming into play. Rebecca's cheeks reddened and she avoided eye contact with her brother.

Jacob began to laugh, out of pure enjoyment and relief. He was happy that Emily was only in her first year and that no boy in his right mind would ask her to go (She was in first year after all!).

James sent Jacob an angry stare, then turned back to his sister.

"Who are you going with?" He asked, clearly annoyed. Rebecca now covered her face with both of her hands.

"I'll tell you if you find Lilly a date." She looked up at her brother, a mischievous smile on her face. James' expression changed dramatically, and he pushed his sister away.

"Just…just go away." He groaned, pushing her even further away. Rebecca took this as a yes and giggled happily. She kissed her brother on the cheek before she skipped away towards her friends who were also giggling happily.

James turned to Jacob; his face beat red.

"Can you believe that?" He asked, his voice squeaking. Jacob just smiled, loving the look of exasperation on his friend's face. All the Gryffindor boys knew that James fancied the eldest Potter, though he denied it every time it was brought up (he also turned bright red and stuttered every time it was brought up).

"So, are you going to go with her? I don't want my little cousin all depressed." The red head said, biting his lip to contain the laughter. Brian and George nodded, forgetting about their little discussion and turning their attention to James. The half-Veela turned even redder.

"Leave me alone. And why are you spending your time bothering me?" James said, trying to change the subject. Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to go and ask Alexis?"

"You better ask her before someone else does." George said, leaning back to look at his little cousin. Jacob's eyes narrowed at his words.

"No one would dare ask her!" He growled, extremely annoyed at the fact that Alexis wasn't his in that sense.

"Why wouldn't they? Alexis is hot." Brian chuckled, ducking Jacob's jabs at his head. Jacob's face was now feverishly red, and if George hadn't pushed him back, he seriously would have hurt Brian.

"Then hurry up and ask her! What are you afraid of?" James said, clearly enjoying the action.

"Now or never, huh?" Jacob said, nodded his head slowly. The boys all nodded and began to pound their fists on the table. "Now or never!"

The other boys at the table began to laugh, and Jacob turned bright red and buried his head in his hands, laughing as well.

"Taylor, wait up!" Anthony sighed, quickening his pace. The blonde girl did not even bother to slow down, storming her way past some first year Gryffindor girls, including Emily Weasley.

"Hi Taylor!" The little girl squealed, her curly ponytail bouncing on her neck. Taylor stopped, though by the stiffness of her body, she didn't want to. She turned quickly and smiled at the young girls.

"Hello there Emily, how are you today?" She said nicely, gritting her teeth. The girls didn't seem to notice her bitterness, they were still in shock that a fourth year was talking to them.

"I'm just grand, I just got a owl from my mum, and she had some fantastic news! She's—oh, hello Anthony! I have to tell you something!"

Anthony just shook his head and stared at Taylor. She huffed and began to walk away.

"Not now Emily, I need to talk to Taylor." Emily pouted and she grabbed onto her brother's sleeve.

"But Anthony, I have really great news!" Anthony rolled his eyes and shook his sister off,

"I'm busy Emily, please, tell me later." And he left her with her friends to chase after Taylor. The little Weasley pouted again, but then turned back to her friends, who had started giggling over Anthony and Taylor (they all thought it was quite amazing that fourth years actually stopped to talk to them).

"Taylor! Please, I'm sorry for being rude." He had finally caught up with her in front of the portrait hole. Taylor was about to tell the Fat Lady the password when she stopped and swung around to face Anthony.

"You really have no idea why I'm upset, do you?" She said, crossing her arms. Anthony shuffled his feet and bit his lip.

"Well, I would assume it was that I was being rude?" He asked, instead of actually knowing the answer. Taylor closed her eyes for a few seconds before she opened them again, and Anthony realized that she had tears had formed.

"Aw Taylor, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. Don't cry." He took her hand and pulled her into a hug.

"It's stupid, really." She choked out, wiping her eyes. "It's just me being a silly girl." He chuckled softly, but still kept her in his arms.

"What did I do?" He asked, smoothing out her long hair. Taylor pulled away from him, but not far, because his arms were still wrapped around her waist.

"It's about the ball…you went on bothering Jacob about asking Alexis…but Anthony, you haven't asked me yet." At that, Anthony smiled brightly.

"I just assumed that we were going together!" He said happily, pulling her into a hug again.

"A girl likes to be asked! I told you about the ball last week! I thought you weren't going to ask me!" She too laughed, but she still was a little upset. Anthony looked her in the eyes, smiling softly.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a silly boy, you know that." He whispered, hitting his nose with hers. Taylor giggled softly and nodded.

"Yes, you are a silly boy." The two stood in silence for a few moments, even with the Fat Lady and her friend Violet whispering behind them. Taylor looked up at him, a smirk on her face. "Well? Are you going to ask me?"

Anthony smiled his smile down at her, and Taylor blushed, not realizing it. He always made her heart flutter and when he smiled at her like that…well, she just melted.

"Taylor Parkinson, will you go to the ball with me?" He asked softly, a blush growing on his cheeks. She smiled softly and pushed herself up on her tiptoes, to kiss him softly. Anthony's heart rate immediately increased, and he kissed her back. When they parted, he smiled brightly, and Taylor left his grasp.

She told the Fat Lady the password ("Dragon Nails") and started through, but before she did, she turned around to face Anthony, who stood there dumbstruck.

"I'll think about it." Taylor said simply before she entered the common room, leaving him all by himself in the hall. A smile crept on his confused face as he followed her into the common room ("DRAGON NAILS!!").