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"She's the one with the crazy hair, yes?"
I nodded.
"I swear, she's a professor in training." I laughed.
This would be a good summer indeed.
Adadadadad
I yawned and rubbed at my tires eyes as I sat up in bed. Looking around with my eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember where I was.
This was normal, however, since I had went from living at Tonks' house to my old house.
As I was standing up and walking out of my room, I remembered that today marks the end of the first week of summer holidays. That also meant that today Harry would be coming over to stay for the rest of summer.
Which was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
Neither of us had been very kind to the other while at Hogwarts the last three years, but that was both of our faults.
Rushing down the stairs and grabbing onto the banister to swing myself around it and into the hallway that would lead to the kitchen I smacked face first into the wall. I had a tendency to overshoot when doing this, and most mornings I would hit the wall.
My dad came out of the kitchen and sighed.
"You really should stop doing that." He said, trying to contain his laughter. I shrugged.
"It's fun!" I protested, rubbing my nose.
"It's fun until you break your arm again." He continued as we walked into the kitchen. We were more at ease around each other now. The first few days had been pretty awkward, and honestly he had no idea on how to take care of a child, but it's okay. Because I actually have a dad now.
Optimism, people.
"I didn't break it. I sprained it. I think." I said, placing my finger on my chin. I really couldn't remember. My memory isn't all that great.
Probably why I do bad on my tests...
I grabbed a few slices of french bread, smeared honey on them, and then put thin cheese slices on top. It sounds disgusting, but it's actually really good.
Halfway through my second slice, the doorbell rang. Dad got up to go answer it, and I threw my remaining bread down on my plate and ran after him.
I got into the foyer just as he opened the door and Harry stepped in.
"Hiyah, Harry!" I said excitedly. I've never had kids my age to hang out with over the summer.
"Hi Rita. Hi Sirius." He said, grinning. I could see his aunt and uncle in their car, starting to pull away. Me being the annoying teenager I am, stuck my head out the door and yelled, very obnoxiously,
"HI DURSLEYS!"
They seemed to be very angry after that, and sped away.
I ducked back into the house, where Harry stood, laughing.
"They aren't very happy today." He said. I shrugged.
"With how much they hate magic and such, you'd think they'd be ecstatic to get rid of the boy who draws every bad wizard to him in the country."
My dad laughed, and led us back into the kitchen.
"Are you hungry Harry?" He asked. "There's bread and such on the table, and cereal in the cupboards."
"You should try the french bread with honey and cheese! It's really good!" I exclaimed, and he looked at me in disgust.
"That sounds awful!"
"It does, doesn't it, Harry?
"I think it tastes good." I said, shrugging and taking up my seat from a few minutes before.
"Well, make yourself at home, Harry. What's ours is yours." My Dad said, pulling at the jams from the fridge.
Harry set his bag down by him as he sat down, looking around the kitchen.
It was probably my favorite room in the house. The walls were white, with blue back splash tiles and blue cabinets. The counters were some kind of stainless steal, glinting as the morning sun streamed in from the window over the sink.
"Here. Have some toast or something." I said, placing a plate in front of Harry. He grabbed a few slices of bread and put some grape jam on it.
There was a loud crash, and our heads snapped up to look at what happened.
"Oops." Dad said, broken plates on the ground around his feet.
"Okay Harry. This is your room, this is the bathroom, my room, and my dad's room." I said, pointing to each door.
"Thanks." He said, and I nodded.
"Rita?" He said hesitantly.
"What's up?"
"I-uh. I'm sorry for being mean to you all those years." He said awkwardly.
"Oh, it's fine. It's not like you were the only one." I laughed. "In fact, I'll miss those arguments with Ronald. I usually won those."
Harry laughed. "Yeah, you did. He's a little... Sour about it still." I shrugged.
"You wanna go play quidditch?" I asked as he set his stuff in his room, noticing as he pulled his broom out of his trunk and placed it against the wall.
"Where at?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Well, we could just play in the backyard, but we can't go up very high." I said, looking out his window.
"Hmm. I know!" He said.
"Well. Are you going to tell me or not?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
"The Weasley's have a really big spot for quidditch. Ron says they put a spell around it so the muggles can't see in." He explained.
"Ok! Let's go ask my dad!" I said excitedly. "That means I could see Fred and George, too!" We races each other to the kitchen, where -of course- I overshot my direction and ran into the wall. Again.
Harry stopped and looked at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I got up off the floor and walked into the kitchen.
"Did you run into the wall again?" Dad asked. I turned and glared at the wall.
"No. The wall ran into me." He chuckled and shook his head.
"Hey Sirius, can we go to the Weasley's so we can play quidditch with them?" Harry asked.
I clasped my hands in front of me and put on my best pleading face.
"Sure, why not. Let me just fire call Mrs. Weasley." He said, getting up and walking into the living room.
"Okay, we're all going because Mrs. Weasley has decided to hold a large dinner for friends and family."
"Great!" I said, rubbing back upstairs to get my broom, Harry right behind me.
"Rita!" Fred said excitedly as he and the rest of the Weasleys ran out of the Burrow.
I tried not to throw up from the after affects of the apparating as Fred and George ran up to me.
"Shortie!" George said, picking me up and crushing me into a hug.
"I'm going to throw up on you." I wheased out, and he instantly dropped me. I almost fell over, but Fred caught my elbow.
"Careful, Georgey."
"Let's go play quidditch!" Ron yelled, and so we did.
"Where the bloody hell is this place?" I groaned.
"Just a few more feet, Rita, Merlin." George said, moving away some branches so we could continue walking without getting stuck.
We entered a large clearing surrounded by trees.
"Alright, so let's split up into teams. We should pick two team captains." Charlie said. I hadn't met him before, because he's already graduated from Hogwarts, but apparently he was home for a little from Romania.
"Oo! Ooo! I want to be a captain!" I said.
"Well then I want to be the other captain." Fred said, smirking.
"Okay, Fine. But ladies first so I pick George." I said, grinning wickedly at him.
"Damnit! Fine, I pick Harry."
"Fuck. I pick Charlie. I'm not sure if you're any good at quidditch, but I'm gunna just hope and pray you are." I said as Charlie walked over to stand with George and I.
"Damn! That means that I have to have ron!"
"But what about me?" Ginny asked.
"I CALL GINNY!" I yelled, latching my arms around her small frame and carrying her to my team.
"Bloody hell. That's not fair! Ron can't play quidditch to save his life, and you have more people!" Fred whinned.
"Well, who's fault is that?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
"Whatever. I bet we'll still win." He gloated.
"Don't get so cocky, Freddy. I have a feeling that we are going to win."
"How about we make a bet?" Harry said.
"I like that idea." I said. "I bet that your team will loose, and when you do, you'll have to... de-knome the garden here and at my house!"
Fred and Ron groaned and Harry shrugged.
"That doesn't sound so bad." Harry said. The two brothers turned and looked at him.
"You have no idea." Ron said.
"Fine. If you wanna play dirty, I'll dish it right back. When you loose, you have to kiss me." He said, grinning wickedly.
"What?! No!" I said, crossing my arms.
"Why not? Are you afraid you'll loose?" He taunted. I scowled.
"Fine. Shake hands to seal the bet." I said, before smirking and spitting in my hand, holding it out to him. He pulled a confused, disgusted face for a moment, before grinning and spitting on his palm too.
"I grew up with five brothers and a Ginny. You really think this would gross me out?" He asked, shaking my hand.
"Hey!" Ginny said, offended.
"Okay then. Everybody mount your brooms!" Charlie yelled out.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WON!!!" I shrieked, soaked to the bone and covered in mud. Halfway through the game it had started to rain, and then I got knocked off my broom by a bludger.
Fred smirked at me. "Well, I guess you gotta pay up, Black." I groaned.
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not kissing you! You could have diseases!" I said, only half joking. George snorted.
"Oh come on, Rita. It won't be that bad." He said, patting my shoulder.
I groaned. "Fine. I hate all of you." Fred merely smiled smugly and crossed his arms. "Well? Are you going to kiss me or not?" He said. My jaw dropped open and I guffawed.
"What!?" I nearly screamed. "That's not fair!!"
"Is too. I said 'when we win, you have to kiss me."
"You tricked me!"
He shrugged. "So?"
"Come on Rita, might as well get it over with." George said, laughing.
"Ugh. Fine." I groaned. "But all of you arse holes turn around!" Everyone else groaned, but they still turned around.
"You know, if you're fucking with me, now would be a good time to say something." I said, crossing my arms and pouting as the rain continued to pour down. It was like the sky was crying for me.
I appreciated it.
"Nope. Not fucking with you." Fred laughed.
"Kiss him already!" Ron yelled, and I blushed. Inwardly swearing at myself, Fred, and every other being, I quickly walked up to Fred- I grabbed his shoulders because he was too tall, and kissed him.
I think I kind of surprised him because he jumped when I pulled him down to my height.
"There. Happy now?" I asked, stepping back.
"Er-." Fred said, and George laughed.
"Must have been a bloody good kiss if you've left him speechless." He said, hitting me on the back. I shrugged.
"It's just in my DNA." I said as we began to leave the clearing and go back to the Burrow for dry clothes and food. "Oh- and by the way." I stopped and turned around to look at Fred, who I could have sworn was blushing.
"Next time, we won't loose."