Disclaimer: I own nothing! But Marie.
A/N: Wow, sorry it took so long to put up… I've had major writers block. I had this chapter written for a long time, but every time I typed it up, something went wrong. First, my old computer crashed. I typed it up again, then I realized how bad it sucked… I reread the first two chapters, and I swear, this one will be way better, I hope. Review and let me know. :]
Chapter Three: Laundry.
Fred walked as slow as he could to the store. I was happy he did. I wanted to see inside every store, every person who walked by, or in or out of the stores. But there it was, Quidditch Supplies. "I've always wanted to play!" I said, hinting.
"We'll have to teach you when we get back. I think it will be great fun with you there." Fred said, helping me off his back. He intertwined our fingers, and led me into the store. I was soaring high. Holding hands with the cutest man in the world, and learning to play Quidditch. "Maybe, if your really good, you can take Wood's spot on the team!" Fred said, smiling. Little did he know, there was going to be no Quidditch this year. Figures, the year I come, and there's no bloody Quidditch…
"I think not Mr. Weasley. You wont fulfill your duties as a Beater." I said, trying to keep my face as smooth as possible.
"And why is that, Love?"
"You couldn't keep your eyes off me." I said, breaking the hold he had on my hand. I walked over to the wall of brooms, grinning. "You would miss every Bludger."
"Your right, so, you can't come to the matches, either. If I find you in the stands, I might just fly over, just to make sure none of the other students are hitting on you." He said, taking a hold on my hand again, and winking.
"I'm not sure how much of this I can take." I sighed, breaking the hold of his hand again. I started walking a little faster.
"Much more of what, Choco-Chip?"
"This 'hitting' on me." I said, making the finger quotations. He tried to grab my hand, laughing. "And! you taking Georges' lines. He's going to be so mad that you're stealing his girl." I walked along the walls, staring at the brooms, in awe. It was still hard to believe this is truly real. I thought of how many nights I dreamed this would happen. I couldn't dwell on this anymore. "Can we go shopping for my cloths now? I'd feel horrible if I had to wear Ginny's on more day."
"Sure, what are you going to get here?" Fred said. At first, I thought he meant in the Quidditch Supplies store, then it hit me, he meant Diagon Alley.
"I need school robes, and dress robes. I think I'm going to just wait to buy other cloths in Ottery St. Catchpole." I said, weighing my options.
"We can go tonight if you want to." Fred said, as we walked out onto the street again.
"I think I can wait for a bit. Maybe tomorrow. It's going to be a long day." Fried took my hand again, pulling me out into the alley.
"Nonsense! Get it all done in one day if you can!" Fred said. I just nodded. Madam Malkin's was right around the corner, so we quickened our pace. I felt bad, I could tell that Fred didn't want to shop for cloths. I decided to ask Ginny and Hermione to take me.
George was in Madam Malkin's, talking to some blonde girl, whom I didn't know. Fred and I paid no attention to the two of them, giving George a bit a privacy. It only took a few minutes to get fitted in my robes, seeing that Madam Malkin used magic. I loved my robes. Much more comfortable than the rubbish I normally wear. Again, it felt right, like I truly do belong.
When we were done, George fallowed Fred and I out of the shop. Fred winked at me, then turned to George, and said, "A bust?" It took me a few minutes to figure out what he meant. The girl who he was talking to, turned out to be a second year Slytherin.
"The girls from Slytherin aren't stupid. They know how to get to a Gryffindor's heart." Fred said, shaking his head. "Most of the flirting is because they lost a bet. But, George and I take advantage of it. It's lovely to have some pretty little girl, turn out to be so bloody rude. The pay back prank, is always the best." Fred said, giving me his infamous smirk.
On the way back from the shopping trip at Ottery St. Catchpole, Hermione, Ginny, and I were talking.
"I think it will be good for the twins to have a good influence in their lives." Hermione said, laughing.
"I don't know." Ginny said, swinging the bag she was carrying for me.
"I agree. Nothing is going to help the two of them." I said, smiling to myself. Ginny and Hermione started laughing, making me laugh, too. "It's me I'm worried about." The three of us walked back to the Burrow laughing the whole time. Mrs. Weasley was standing in the kitchen, reading the Dailey Prophet.
"Put all your new cloths in the basket on the table, dear." She said as we all walked into the room. I did as I was told. "I'll wash them for you. Go ahead and be with the girls for a while." I smiled to myself.
"Can we practice flying?" I asked, crossing my fingers behind my back.
"I don't know. I'm not that great of a teacher." Ginny said, flipping her hair behind her back. Just then, Mr. Weasley opened the kitchen door, happy as can be.
"We're going to the Quidditch World Cup!"