Since the last chapter was so short, I'm putting this one up now.
Thank you to everyone who is supporting this story. You have no idea how much it means to me.
Let's head to the World Cup shall we.
Chapter 7: Bras and Toffees
Kat woke up before the sun, convinced it was still the middle of the night, and in her eyes, it was. Half four in the morning. It was torture is what it was. With a very unladylike groan that sounded similar to that hippogriff from last year, she rolled out of bed, taking the threadbare quilt with her.
Boston, of course, was already up, as well as everyone else. Well, almost everyone. "Where are Bill, Charlie, and Percy?" Kat asked with a large yawn in the middle that distorted Percy's name as she got to the kitchen.
"Oh, they are just going to apparate in later, so they are sleeping in," Molly said sweetly.
"Twats," Kat mumbled to herself.
Boston heard her and turned around with an amused look quirking at the corner of her mouth.
Boston was already dressed, and it was one of the strange times where she wasn't wearing one of those cropped tops. Instead, she was in a black, damaged sweater. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that started in the middle of the back of her head. Then there were the bottoms. Still black, but they were form-fitting like Kat's jeans. They also were ripped all up and down the legs. It was still very Boston.
Kat watched Boston and smiled, but it faltered when Boston's eyes got wide.
Kat felt a hand go over her mouth and was being pulled backward. The worst part was, Boston went from worried to bending over in a laughing fit that no one could hear. Kat bit into the hand covering her mouth.
"Ow, Kat," hissed an annoyingly familiar voice. Kat bit again, and the hands finally released as they had all gotten into the garden unseen by all but Boston. Kat whirled around to see the identical faces of the Weasley Twins.
"What the hell?" She questioned. She didn't yell, she whispered, but it sounded more like a hiss to the boys.
"We need a favor," they said together.
Kat crossed her arms. "What's in it for me?"
Fred and George shared a quick look then answered, "5%."
Kat pursed her lips then shrugged with her right shoulder. "Alright, what do you need?"
Fred started to empty his pockets of lots of toffees. "We need you to hide these on yourself."
Kat raised an eyebrow.
George also started to empty his pockets. "Come on, darling, we need you."
"Yeah, alright." Kat took handfuls of the candies and stuffed a few in her bra to the raised eyebrows of the boys. "I need to go get dressed anyway; I'll hide the rest with me and some in my trunk."
"Good thinking Kitty Kat."
Kat glared at Fred. "I'm still not happy with you."
He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his muggle jeans that were a sad shade of yellow-beige. He got this cocky look on his face and smiled down at Kat. "Yeah, but I know you still love me."
"That was never the question, was it," Kat huffed and stormed back inside, hiding the rest of the toffees in her arms under the blanket. "Get me breakfast," she hissed to the gingers behind her.
George nodded as if that had always been a part of the plan.
Once getting into Ginny's room, Kat thought it smart to pack a bag of extra clothes for Boston and herself. The Quidditch World Cup had been known to go on for days. Boston also wasn't one for bags. Kat thought it had something to do with her not wanting to be weighed down if she had to leave quickly.
She had a bag with an illegal undetectable extension charm already cast on it for a prank she had pulled with the boys a year or so back. They had needed a hiding spot, and they could all fit through the opening of the bag if they stepped in. To anyone, Argus Filch especially, it would have just looked like a bag someone had left with their other things in the library while they looked for a book or something.
She dumped half the candies into her bag and the other half into her trunk. Why they wanted some at the game, she had no idea, but not knowing was always part of the fun. Then she grabbed a few outfits and warmer muggle clothes into the bag.
Kat came across an order form for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes at the bottom of her trunk and smiled. George had sent it to her at the beginning of summer and told her to keep hold of it so she could be the first to get whatever she wanted. She just found it amusing that they already had so many nasty little ideas. Who comes up with a portable swamp anyway?
Kat shucked off her nightclothes, which were just her day clothes from the day before. She was too lazy to find something else to sleep in. She grabbed a blue short-sleeved blouse that cut off just before her navel and had illogical large buttons on the front with an equally illogical tie on the side. They were all fake, having no actual use. Muggle clothes were so strange and impractical, but she had to admit, she liked the way she looked in them.
She just pulled on tight-fitting black jeans that Boston insisted she looked good in. They came to cover her navel, so it left a barely-there sliver of her middle exposed. Kat had a thought that perhaps she looked a bit like Boston at that moment. That thought made her smile.
She pulled on her black trainers and a thick cardigan that Molly knitted her in her fourth year. She finished it off with Charlie's dragon hide jacket. Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she trotted back downstairs to see a small commotion.
She stayed halfway down the last flight of stairs, looking into the living room as Molly accioed the toffees from the boys, making them fly towards her. So many were emerging from strange places on the boys, like George's jacket lining and the upturned bottoms of Fred's jeans. Kat smiled and shook her head when she felt wiggling in her bra. Her eyes went wide as she quickly slapped a hand over her chest, trying to keep them from flying out. Molly must have heard the slap because she dropped her wand and looked at the worried girl on the stairs.
"Oh, what's the matter, dear?" She asked, concern written in the creases on her forehead.
Kat struggled for words. "Um, well, I just find it shocking really, that the twins would try to smuggle those dangerous candies into the World Cup," she finally spit out. She started to walk again; the wiggling of the candies had stopped. "I mean, with you as a mother, Molly, I just find it shocking at how reckless and thoughtless they can sometimes be." She caught Boston's eye for a moment, and the look told her she was starting to milk it too long. "Anyway, we must be off right, Arthur?"
"Yes. Right. Come on, Weasleys, we can't be late." Arthur started to herd the children out of the house as Molly yelled out.
"You best behave yourself, or there will be no Hogwarts at all this year, and you'll be very sorry about that this year!" They all shared a look, but thought better than to question and angry Molly.
Once they had gotten past the bog and the garden gnomes, Kat jogged up to the boys, leaving the other three girls for a moment. She acted before she thought about it and slapped their arses as she jogged past them, but the shocked look on their faces when they all stopped and she turned to look at them was so worth it.
"Wh-" George started.
"You bleeding numpties!" They looked around and let the rest of the group get a little farther ahead, out of earshot.
"What was that for?" George asked suddenly.
"It can't be that you honestly like our arses," Fred continued.
Kat huffed and cut them off with a wave of her hands. "I actually think you have nice arses and the new muscles make you look right fit, but that is not my point." Fred raised an eyebrow, and George had red spread across his nose, but Kat didn't notice; she was too busy getting ready for her tirade.
"You idiots. How did Molly find the sweets?"
George cleared his throat. "Um, that was me." He raised a hand slightly. Kat slapped him in the arm.
Kat reached down her shirt and grabbed the now warm candies from between her breasts and her bra. "These nearly flew out in front of the whole family, and I will have you know, I did not like that thought at all!" She forced the toffees into George's hands. "Hide them better next time, yeah. Not to mention, why did you not give me all of them to put in the bag?" She motioned to the canvas caramel-colored bag at her side.
Fred smacked himself in the face. "Why didn't we think about that?"
Kat just shook her head. "Because you are idiots."
"Thanks for saving these anyway-" stared George.
"Yeah, you're a real lifesaver there, Kitty Kat-"
"Maybe we should have offered you more than 5%," George thought only to be slapped again in the arm, this time from his brother.
Kat laughed, and it sounded suspiciously close to a snort. "You know I would have done it for 3." She gave them one last smile then jogged to catch up with the girls who were deep in conversation about something.
Fred and George stayed standing in the same spot for a moment. George moved his eyes from the retreating figure of Kat to his brother. Fred's eyes were still glued to Kat, well, a part of her.
"Don't do this," George started.
"What are you on about?" Fred asked. Then he looked at George, his own eyes staring back at him. "Oh, come on, Georgie, you know I don't think about her like that."
"Do I?"
Fred scoffed. "Of course. She's all yours. You called bagsy first year. I respect it." Fred stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked back towards the girls.
"It's not like she would feel that way about me, though," George commented as they started walking towards the rest of the group.
"You got a better chance than me; she can't stand me most of the time."
"But if she did, choose you, that is?"
Fred looked sidelong at his brother. He didn't look sad really, more resolved than anything else. Growing up so close to someone had allowed Fred and George to be able to read each other pretty well. "That's not an issue, yeah. She'd have to be blind to pick me over you. You're basically a couple anyway, well, you and Kat and Boston that is." Fred laughed slightly.
George joined in. "Yeah, it only gets awkward when we all try and squeeze into the small dorm beds."
Fred shook his head, orange hair covering his face. "I'm surprised Boston hasn't kicked you out of your own bed."
"Oh, she has," George laughed. "Kat laughed so hard she fell out as well."
"Yeah, that's our girl."
George looked at his brother again, the same smile on his face he always had when they joked around like this, but it looked like it was malfunctioning slightly, and George couldn't quite place the look. "Yeah. Our girl."
Oh Georgie.
