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Cassy smoothed down her dress one more time. It was midnight blue, velvet, custom tailored.

Why am I doing this? She asked herself for the 10th time that night; and like before a voice answered in her head. Because you've loved Fred since he first asked you to the three broomsticks. George walked up to Cassy, while Fred locked the shop's door. "Dad knows," George said "Swore not to tell mum but… are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked looking seriously concerned. Hass waved away his concern,

" So Molly is the only one who doesn't know?" Cassy asked.

"You should be worried…," Fred said smiling at her; Still unable to believe she had agreed the first time he asked her out, and that she would risk so much just to meet his family. "Let's just calm down, act natural. Right Carrie?" Fred asked trying to get used to saying her fake name, which rolled un-naturally off his tongue. The three went over their alibi, or the story they were going to tell Mrs. Weasley; Hermione had thought it up and sent it to them only the day before. Cassandra took a deep breath. "Let's go." And with that they apparated outside the burrow, and Into the lion's den.

Cassy was surprised at the size of the burrow and its surrounding area. It wasn't nearly as big or fancy as Malfoy Manor but it was still quite large. Fred and George were greeted heartily by the rest of the family, who rushed out of the insulated tent that was set up in order to hold the family and their guests for the evening. "And who might this be?" Molly asked looking Cassy up and down after ambushing the boys with hugs and kisses.

"I'm Carrie, Carrie Livingstone ma'am." Cassy said smiling warmly and extending Mrs. Weasley a hand. "Call me Molly dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, shaking Carrie's hand. Mr. Weasley walked up and shook her hand as well, "So your Fred & George's…. special guest?" He concluded. Molly shot the twins looks that said 'we'll talk about this later, and trust me, I won't forget', but Cassy was sure Ms. Weasley was still clueless about her identity. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Harrison emerged from the tent. Cassandra had forgotten that Harry and Harrison were brothers, since they spent so little time together. Hermione hugged Cassy tightly and whispered 'good job'. The rest of the evening continued uneventfully, that is, until after dinner.

Fred and Cassy had been asked to make a fruit salad to top off the ice cream. Fred had magicked the knives to cut the fruit, but Cassy was enjoying taking out her anger on it piece by piece. George had said pretty much everything shy of giving Cassy away, and not heeded anyone's warnings. She was fed up with his crap which is why she volunteered to help make dessert; to make things worse Mrs. Weasley had asked George to help her, oblivious to his hints of Cassy's identity which hung just over her head. George thoughts had wandered and one of his knives nicked Cassandra's finger. "Oi! Watch it!" she exclaimed.

"I bet you that wasn't me." George said arrogantly snapping back to reality and refocusing on the floating knives. "You cut yourself because your parents aren't brave enough to let you do anything by yourself! So you don't even know how to use a knife!" George taunted. Cassy said something but George wasn't listening.

"What was that?" George asked a cruel smile splattered on his face.

"Don't talk about my family…" Cassy growled, pausing between each word. By now George and Cassandra were practically shouting at each other and were attracting the attention of the Weasleys who were lounging in the next room of the tent, waiting for desert.

"Now why would they embarrass you?" George practically screamed. "Is it because you aunt killed her own cousin? Maybe it's the fact that your cruel, vile, perfect, pure blood family is so cowardly that they're all death eaters?"
"shut up." Cassy said quietly, her knuckles turning white as she clenched the knife.

She may have spoken softly but every-one heard every-word because they had all gotten up from the table and were watching through the tent flap that separated the kitchen from the tent, even Hermione and the Potters. Fred pushed through his family, that were clogging the door way, and stood between Cassandra and Fred.

"Let's just calm down and try not to kill each other on Christmas."

"Hah!"George laughed. "You just don't want us to fight because your girlfriend can't even protect herself."

By this point Ms. Weasley had worked herself into a tizzy; Fred is dating a death eater? A Malfoy. She pushed through the crowded doorway, but she wasn't fast enough. George was on the ground, holding his jaw. Cassy had dropped the knife and had both hands over her mouth. George looked up at Fred's red fist. "I thought we were twins, the same, but I guess I was wrong. The sorting hat was right. You're brave, you protect your friends. It's such a pity that their death eaters though." His comment was met by the slam of a heavy door.

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Fred walked after her, marveling at how the moonlight caught in her hair and how it made her look pale; Paler and somehow even more beautiful. She had run off, and George calmed down. No one had touched desert He stopped next to her, racking his brain for something to say. "You look hot when you're ticked off. Not ticked off at me that is." Fred babbled, mentally smacking himself for being such a twit. She turned her face up to him, and he wondered how one person could feel so much in such a short amount of time. She glared up at him and he seriously thought she was going to slap him. Here it comes he thought bracing for impact. But she didn't slap him; she put her hands on his shoulders, stood on her tippy-toes, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She smiled at his puzzle face, and then ran down the lane her head thrown back in laughter, freakishly similar to her aunt Bellatrix's.

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