"Ok Mr. Weasley, Miss Gables. I want this room to be dusted, swept and the walls clean. Take all the time you need. It hasn't been cleaned in a while." She smiled and left.
I threw my head back. Of course we would get this job! We will be here all night! And don't think I was happy about having it with Fred Weasley.
"I am sorry." Fred said, dipping his rag in the soapy water McGonagall gave them. His eyes told me 'sincere' more than any eyes could've done. I glared at him, and took a breath, I tend to do that a lot. Wink Wink!
"Don't worry about it." I told him. Wait- did I really just say that? How could I be so stupid? It is Fred Weasley. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Fred noticed that I just forgave him that easily as well. He was just as surprised. His eyebrows did this question mark thing but he shook it off.
"What?" He asked, moving closer to me. I dipped my rag in the bucket McGonagall gave me and squeezed some of the water out. Looking up at him. Okay, I can't believe I am going to say this but…..
"I said it is okay. Don't worry about it!" I said again, putting a forced smileon my face. It quickly turned into my evil smile. He backed away slowly, giving me a look. Yeah, you might have to worry about this!
"Okay- ack!" He yelled. I flung water out of my rag at him, spraying him across the face, leaving part of his hair wet. His red hair stuck to his head, and he resembled a mop. I laughed uncontrollably, not noting his glare.
"Is this how you want to play huh?" He asked, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. He flipped his brilliant red hair back and winked. Ruh ro. I am sooo dead. He dipped his rag in the water and threw it at me, leaving a big wet mark across my stomach. I laughed at his mistake of giving up his only weapon. I dipped both rags in the water and threw them both, giving him a soaked face and chest. I could see his abs… quittich really payed off…..
He glared at me and grabbed the rags and got them wet again and flicked water at me with them. He knew I was out of weapons and then I did too, but he forgot the bucket of water. I grabbed it, did a wild-Indian war call and dumped the whole thing on his head, making water go everywhere.
He just stood there not knowing what to do. I laughed so hard my stomach felt like it shriveled up to the size of a pea. He glared at me as I stood laughing at his misfortune. I knew what was coming next and I was ready for it. He grabbed his bucket and tried to dump it over my head. Instead I grabbed it and pulled it out of his hand and dumped it over his head.
I laughed harder, not stopping to look up when he pulled out his wand. He was going to 'Augimenti me. I knew it. And I wasn't going to stop it. But that didn't happen, well, not yet anyway. I just laughed in his face. Might as well antagonize him.
He flipped me upside down with magic and then squirted me, from top to bottom, well, bottom to top. Needless to say, we mopped the floor as well. This earned us 20 points from McGonagall. It was the best water fight I have ever been in to say the least. Good and bad!
I felt a warm hand in mine. I almost screamed. I was supposed to be by myself, walking down to dinner while Fred was showering in Ag. I have no idea how I agreed to let him do that, but it happened. Now, back to the craziness at hand.
"Who just grabbed my hand, and they better let go right now or else I will kick them where the sun don't shine." I told the hand in mine. It was slightly callused, from quittich, I was assuming, Fred maybe?
"Who said it was a guy?" the person told me, HE was trying to sound like a girl, still holding my hand. Hmm, let's see.
"Fred. Let go of my hand please." Fred stopped.
"How did you know it was me?" He had a wild look in his eyes, his hair wet.
I laughed at him, honestly it wasn't that hard. "Your shoes. Your red sneakers. Not to hard, Fred. It is called thinking!" He looked at me grumpily, then brightened.
"Were you pretending to think or actually thinking this time?" He grinned. I glared and kicked my leg forward, before kicking it back, landing right on Fred's shin.
"WOMEN! Why are you so dangerous!?" I chuckled. I was about the only girl in this school that had the nerve to kick a boy, but the thing was, the boys were afraid to kick back.
"Because. Now, let go of my hand."
"No because you don't know where you are going." He veered me right and next thing I knew, we were in the kitchens. I tried to drop his hand, but he kept holding it. I didn't mind, my hand was cold.
Once we got in the kitchens, I saw that Fred had set a meal up for us. It was cute, a basket on a table with a table cloth and things in it. He picked it up and we went outside, under the tree next to the lake. We ate for a while, a song playing in the background that I have no clue where it came from.
I was gonna keep it real like chill like only have a drink or two..
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you. And now you're standing in the neon looking like a kind one a bet on, baby it is your call. No pressure at all.
You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter and lean a little closer. You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that is driving me wild and when the night is over, meet me in the middle of a moonlit chevy bench seat and we can do a little country song, hanging on you don't have to keep me fallin like this, but it sure be cool if you did.
I love this song. One of my favorites. I think Fred noticed I was swaying to it and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, kissing my hand. I blushed, chuckling a little.
"Yes sir, you may!"
You can't shoot me down because you already knocked me dead. Got me falling apart with my heart talking out of my head.
"IS this all a scam or what?" I asked abruptly. I stopped dancing and stepped back, letting my hands fall. It was all wrong. This day was amazing, way too good, and now, he was baiting me with my favorite song and a picnic?
You don't have to throw back your pretty pink shooter and lean a little closer, you don't have to keep on smiling that smile that is driving me wild-
"What?" Fred asked, flicking his wand. The music shut off.
"I said; is this a scam or what?" I knew he was confused. No one had ever not fallen for his Weasley charm, blue eyes, freckles and all. Ug, what had I gotten myself into. I was starting to think he really liked me, when actually, he was luring me and then dumping me for a trophy.
"How- what-"He took a deep breath. I put my hands on my waist and glared at him.
"I was just a trophy to be won over, wasn't I?" I demanded. He shook his head, looking bewildered. "I was just another girl that didn't fall for you! Well let me tell you something; I haven't ever had so much fun in my life! And it didn't mean crap to you! I TRUSTED you!" I shoved him back away from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stumble and fall to the ground. I smiled, I was strong, and I knew it. I stalked to the castle, not bothering answering to his calls.