Part 2 to Don't Mess With Me. Not entirely happy with this but I got bored and decided to finish it and be done with it. I'm sorry if it's utterly atrocious.

Sunday. The day of rest and slothfulness. The day of pure laziness but ironically, also the day many people haste to catch up on last minute homework. One of these people being Anna.

It was Sunday afternoon and after Anna's much deserved lay-in, she sat cooped up in the library attempting to complete her fourteen inch History of Magic essay on the goblin's revolution. The procrastinator fell asleep in almost every lesson so she had no idea where to start. She couldn't bring herself to concentrate. Her mind was taken captive of thoughts of the previous night's dinner. Ever since she was dragged out of bed at eleven that morning, her thoughts had wandered to the twins, and what revenge awaits her. This being said, she had been on edge ever since, jumping from the slightest of movements or the sight of red from the corner of her eye. She had never been so paranoid before.

But she hadn't seen either of the Weasley twins. She reckoned this to be because it was a Sunday and they were probably using the absence of classes to their advantage by pranking students more than usual after their ambush at dinner. After all, they wouldn't want all of Hogwarts to think they could get one over on them.

Sighing, Anna leaned her head on her arms on the table, frustrated about studying while everyone was outside enjoying the unusual warmness that accompanied the early spring day. (She was also sure another reason for her damp mood was her still sore arse as she forgot to see Roger after the epic dinner display.) She couldn't, for the life of her, remember all the dates involving the goblin revolution. Hell, she could barely remember her own friends' birthdays!

"Hey Anna," a soft voice called from across her.

She lifted her head tentatively to see who was disturbing her wallowing. She groaned as she recognised the boy in front of her and banged her head on her arms again.

"What d'you want?" she mumbled through her arms, not daring to look at into the bright emerald eyes staring down at her.

"I- I know it was you who did that yesterday to the Weasley twins. No one else is smart or brave enough to go ahead with something as-"

"As what? As stupid? Reckless? Life threatening?" Anna snorted.

"Well, yeah. Those too. But I was going to say as clever." At this, Anna lifted her head and looked dubiously at him.

"Are you feeling okay Jack? You've never called any of my pranks clever before," she asked, placing her hand on his forehead to feel for a temperature.

He playfully slapped her hand away with a smile. "That's not why I'm here. It was reckless, doing that in front of all the professors. But I was actually wondering- I overheard some Gryffindors talking about this theme night in The Three Broomsticks and well…I- I was thinking maybe you c-could-"

"Spit it out Jacky-boy so she can hurry up and reject you," a smug voice interrupted Jack's stuttered ramblings.

Anna turned her head slightly to see a familiar ginger leaning against a nearby bookshelf, smirking down at her.

"Oh, Weasley, I uh- I didn't see you there, wha-what are you doing here? In the library?" Jack asked in utter confusion, as the sight before him was really rare. A Weasley twin in the library for Merlin's sake, who would've thought?

"Glad you asked Jack. I was looking for Anna dearest here, and where else would a hardworking, determined Hufflepuff be spending her Sunday?" Fred replied, winking at Anna's twitchy form. It was obvious to the boy she was expecting some form of punishment as revenge.

"Why would you be looking for Anna?" Jack inquired, feeling rather brave all of a sudden now knowing that he had wanted to see her.

"How about you finish asking her what you wanted to. Why I need to see her is none of your business," Fred spat, glaring at the pretty boy in front of him.

Jack turned back to Anna and began to feel nervous as he realised he now had an audience. "Er- Anna, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted," Jack stopped to glare at the amused red head, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me today? When you're finished working that is! I wouldn't dare disturb your studies."

Shocked. That was the only word to describe what Anna was feeling. She had dumped him the day before and he had the nerve to ask her out on a date.

She heard laughing and gaged it was from Fred upon seeing her reaction. She could feel the blood rushing to her face and would've bet her entire vault at Gringotts that she was beet red. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were as big as saucers.

"Careful love, you get any redder I bet steam will come out your ears and I'll be calling you the Hogwarts Express," Fred chuckled. She instinctively shut her mouth and narrowed her eyes into slits at the blonde in front of her.

"Jack," her voice was low and frighteningly calm, "if you know what's best for you, you'll leave this very second and never, and I mean never, try to ask me out again. Do you understand me?"

He gulped and all but ran out the library after a swift nod, stumbling over his own feet a few times. At his departure, Fred erupted into laughter and collapsed into the seat opposite Anna that was seconds ago occupied by Jack. She groaned in frustration and dropped her head on her folded arms.

"Why must I be tortured by dimwits like him?" she groused.

"Why is that bothering you so much anyway love? Hoping someone else would ask you out to Hogsmeade instead?"

"I don't even know what's happening!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. She had attracted the attention of Madam Pince from her outburst and shrunk in her seat upon receiving a deadly glare from the librarian.

"Well how about you come with me then? Right now." She saw his serious expression locked on her and it sent shivers down her spine.

Momentarily forgetting her prank from the previous night she whispered, "What's so special at Hogsmeade?"

Fred smirked at her in response, "You won't know until you see."

Anna deliberated what the evening would entail. Well, as much as she could seeming as she had no idea what the themed night was. Whatever it was, was she going to spend it with Fred? The boy the majority of the female population of Hogwarts swooned over. The boy whose trademark smirk and wink was enough to get panties dropping. And he was asking her? The girl who pranked him in front of the whole school.

"What's in it for you?" she asked sceptically.

"My dear, I had no ulterior motives for asking you. Why, I'm shocked that you even think so," he held his hand to his heart in mock pain.

Only after a few moments of mulling it over, she answered, "What the hell! I'll go with you then."

"Great," Fred smiled. He got up and made his way to leave the library. Noticing Anna was still in her seat, he turned back and gestured to the door.

"What, now?" she asked.

"Yes, now. Unless you want to stay and work until dinner."

She laughed slightly and gathered her things, placing them in her bag and making her way to him.

"Not afraid to disturb my studies I see," she mocked, and left the library.

The journey to Hogsmeade had been full of laughter. Anna deposited her belongings to her dorm and traded her jeans and jumper for a red lace covered dress, as ordered by Fred, whose exact words were, "Wear your sexiest dress. You need to look your absolute sexiest. If I don't think it's sexy enough I'll just make you change again." The dress stopped just above her knees and was full sleeved. Fred reminisced many of his and George's successful pranks from over the years, resulting in Anna to erupt into laughter and give her opinion on them, showing great interest in the twins' work and own inventions. She, in turn, told him of the few pranks she had carried out and informed him of her unconventional relationship with Jack, causing Fred to burst into hysterics until tears leaked from his eyes. Naturally, he had mocked her for being involved with such a boy.

Upon reaching The Three Broomsticks, Anna sighted many Hogwarts students. The pub had been decorated in different colours, reds and greens and yellows enveloped the dreary walls, although the dim lighting did nothing to produce a bright atmosphere. Soft salsa music could be heard and many students were dancing in time to the foreign music. None of her friends seemed to be in attendance, but she recognised a few of Fred's Gryffindor peers.

Fred gripped her hand firmly and led her to the dance floor. She was in such a daze by the new appearance of the familiar pub she hadn't comprehended the sudden change in music. It was still salsa but the tempo was much faster and upbeat.

Once they stopped moving they were in the middle of the dance floor and Anna instinctively made to move to a booth. Fred grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, halting her actions, staring down into her brown eyes with his own.

"Fred, I can't dance to this," she scowled, refusing to admit her embarrassment. More people joined the dance floor. Most of them couldn't dance suitably to the music but were enjoying themselves nevertheless. She bit her lip, wondering if she could let loose like that with Fred.

"Yes you can. I'll lead," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Anna looked up to him through her mascara coated lashes.

Slithering one hand around her waist, he crushed her body to his, emitting a small gasp from her. Fred held onto her hand, keeping his other on her lower back. Slowly, he began to dance, moving backwards and forwards in time to the music. They kept their gazes locked on each other all throughout their dance. Anna was twirled around the dance floor, and bought back to Fred, flush against his chest. He dipped her so low she clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, afraid he was going to drop her at any second. His look gave her butterflies all around her abdomen and further down. It seemed to Anna that Fred some experience with salsa dancing as his hands trailed around her body in a way that could only be deemed professional. Never before had she experienced such feelings of arousal in a dance before. The close contact of their bodies left little to the imagination and his hands only furthered her trance as it heated her skin wherever it hovered. He paid special attention to her bare legs and neck, peppering kisses all over her cleavage during each dip, travelling further down each time.

"You've never been touched like this before," he stated in his husky voice into her ear as his hands roamed all over her. She gasped as he gripped her arse and pushed her into him, eliciting a low moan from her.

Unable to tear her eyes away, she moved in closer to his body, snaking her arms around his neck as his hand trailed down her hip, along her arse again until he reached her thigh. He hitched her leg up over his hip as he dipped her yet again, excruciatingly slowly, embracing the feeling of their clothed skin rubbing against each other. As he gently lifted her from the dip, she stared into his darkened eyes, unaware of all the grinding bodies around her. Anna moved some hair out of his face and grazed her fingertips alongside his face until they reached his broad shoulder. It had been so long since she'd last been with a boy – Jack not included – that she was easily becoming undone with every touch.

Both staring at each other, she took in all his features. She was close enough to see the few green specks in his hazel eyes. His warm breath fanned over her burning body, making her tremble even more. The few freckles dotted across his nose were barely visible in the dark pub. She felt her knees getting weak. From the dancing or his incessant groping and staring, she did not know. As if feeling her fatigue, he grasped her hips tightly, but instead of holding her up, he crushed them to his own, bringing his groin into contact with her front. She moaned, shutting her eyes slightly as she fell into his body.

Fred took a step back and held her by the waist, smirking down at the reaction he procured from her. The song began to dwindle and a new one started, producing a larger crowd of dancing couples. Anna placed her hands on Fred's chest and tried to balance herself. Her chest was heaving as she tried to control her erratic breathing. Bloody Fred, she thought, as she stared up at him through half lidded eyes. He still had the same hazy expression etched onto his face.

With a deep breath, Anna moved back from him and made her way to the bar, ordering a glass of water as she leant against the counter on her hands. She felt arms wound around her waist and smiled as she leaned back into the firm chest. Light kisses were dotted onto her bare neck after her hair had been moved over her other shoulder.

Anna sighed. That was all she seemed to be able to do since they had arrived to Hogsmeade. Everything Fred did was so gentle yet firm, sweet yet daring. She was captivated by him. It was hard to believe she was even with him after pranking him the night before. She bit her lip as thoughts raced through her mind on why Fred had danced with her, why he was touching her intimately. He was right when he said she had never been touched before in that way. And they were just dancing. She imagined how he would touch her if they did more than that. Never before had she been so…turned on. She sipped on the cool water, relishing in her body heat cooling down.

"Anna?"

She turned around to see Fred staring at her with a baffled expression. In turn her eyes widened and she pushed the man behind her away as he began to inch his hand up her dress ever so slightly.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" she shrieked.

The boy looked up. He looked familiar, definitely a Hogwarts student, but Anna was sure she didn't personally know him.

Before he could reply Anna swung her hand and slapped him with all her might. Everything around her was drowned out. The only thing she could focus on was the thumping of her heart, the pounding in her ears and her now throbbing hand. Feeling utterly embarrassed, she stormed out the pub into the cold air, leaving behind a bewildered Fred.

How could she be so stupid! She just assumed it was Fred behind her, how was she to know some other prat was going to sneak up on her. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. She never let people touch her intimately. Fred was different; she had gotten to know him – roughly – and she trusted him. God knows why but she felt safe and comfortable with him. Although, she probably was jumping to conclusions too fast. She was still a teenager after all.

"Anna, wait!" she heard. But she didn't stop. She hugged her arms around herself and hurried along the street.

Footsteps were pounding on the ground behind her. A firm grip on her arm pulled her to a stop and turned her to face him.

"Anna, love, what's wrong?"

How could he possibly be so sweet after seeing her groped by a stranger after dancing so closely to him? This thought only made her eyes tear even more, some escaping her eyes and trailing down her face.

"Anna, don't cry, what's wrong? D'you want me to go back and pummel the wanker? Cause I will," he lifted her chin with a finger. His voice was low and threatening, not at all similar to the tone he used on her moments ago. But his eyes were soft as he looked down at her.

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't know it was him behind me and- God I feel like such a cow!" she cried, burying her face in her hands. Great, now she was even more embarrassed knowing her crying face resembled that of a constipated troll.

"Shh, it's alright now love, he's gone, he won't bother you. Don't worry, I'm not angry at you," he soothed, running his fingers through her hair to calm her down, hugging her close to him.

She sniffled unattractively and cleared her throat, "you should be. That's a slutty thing to do."

Fred barked out a laugh. "But you're not a slut, it was an accident. And who wouldn't want to touch you, you're gorgeous," he winked, pointedly holding her at arm's length to trail his eyes over her dress.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure everyone just loves a girl with snot covering her face and hiccups like a gwarp," she rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"That bit is disgusting I must admit, so how about we just looked below the neckline," Fred smirked.

"Shut it chicken," Anna swatted his arm playfully.

"Don't think me and Georgie are letting you get away with that love," the smirk crawled on his face again. He moved closer to Anna, similar to the proximity they shared during their dance and placed his hands on her hips. He watched her shiver slightly as he trailed his hands further down and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "you never mess with the Weasley twins."

With a hasty peck on the cheek and a smack on the bum, Fred sauntered away, leaving a stunned Anna paralysed in the middle of the street.