Hello all! I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't post yesterday...or I could be deluding myself into thinking that. ANYWAY, the reason is cause I'm now working thirty hours a week since school is out, so my energy is pretty much non-existent by the time I get home.

Also, I feel as if no one is enjoying this story which really hurts. I've been working on it since September, and I have been reluctant to post it because a) I'm incredibly self consious about my work (which is a HUGE part of my life as I've been writing for about 75 of my twenty three years of living) and b) I was worried that this would happen--a laughable amount of hits and only one review each chapter from my friend cause she knows I'd kill her otherwise (just kidding Julie).

So, its come to this; I'm begging you, readers, please review. It could be one word, it could be a thousand--I don't really care. It doesn't take more than a few minutes at most and it would really mean a lot. Trust me, I know what you don't want to review--I used to never review. Then I did once just to tell the author I loved her work and would be sticking around to read the rest of her work; since then I've reviewed every single one of her chapters on all her WIP's.

So, here's my last plea--please just let me know you like this story. If not, I'm gonna stop posting and I'm gonna pull the chapters off the site.

Enjoy.

A/N: Everything you recognize is JK's...everything else came from my own mind.

In the following months, Evey, Fred, and George became close friends, Lee eventually joining their little circle of trouble. Evey loved the magical world--everyday she saw something new that completely blew her mind. But, as with the Muggle world, with the good comes the bad--in this case, the bad was a Slytherin third year named Odette Saint-Pierre.

As is common amongst first years, blood history was shared, and Odette happened to overhear Evey's Muggle heritage. From that day, she teased Evey mercilessly, as did her two friends Christina "Chrissi" Clarke and Marianela Williams. Fred and George protected their new friend as best they could, but their constant presence only seemed to make things worse as Odette started getting really nasty, calling Evey their whore and laughing aloud that the boys were her pimps. Evey quickly learned to stick up for herself, returning the Slytherin's verbal taunts and trying not to let the girls get to her.

After countless weeks of between class hexes, being tripped in the hallways, and much verbal bashing, Evey had enough and retaliated with a handy little spell she read about in the library.

She walked away from the incident with two weeks detention with Snape and 15 less points for Gryffindor, and Odette walked away with 24 less inches of hair.

'Totally worth it,' Evey thought as she scrubbed cauldrons the muggle way.

As their first year drew to a close, Evey was invited to the twins' home, the Burrow, for the last few weeks of the summer holidays. They spent their days swimming in a clear, deep lake near the house, and their nights scheming in the twins' bedroom, ensuring they kept their voices low as the boys' mother didn't share their appreciation for pranking. More than once, Mrs. Weasley smiled at the heart warming sight of the three eleven year olds asleep on the floor, Evey snuggled comfortably between the twins.

In their second year, Fred, George, Angie and Alicia joined the House Quidditch team, which was captained by the twins' older brother, Charlie. During practices, Evey could usually be found in the stands, cheering and laughing whenever someone was hit by a bludger. Sometimes she was joined by Lee or Patricia or the boys' other roommate, Kenny, but whether alone or with others, Evey was always there.

Evey spent practically her entire summer with the Weasleys after Second Year, the three of them spending most of their time in the twins' bedroom thinking up new pranks and inventions. This could be a painful process - the three singeing each others eyebrows off on numerous occasions as well as suffering other more painful and embarrassing consequences for which they thought up increasingly wild explanations. And every night, Evey could be found sleeping on the floor between Fred and George. She loved them both like the brothers she never had, and didn't know how she lived without them for so long.

It was during her third year that things got interesting. It was the night of the Halloween feast and everyone had gone up to bed except for Angelina, Evey, Fred and George, who were laughing and joking in the common room, picking at the remains of the dessert they snuck up from the kitchens.

'Evey,' George said quietly, 'did your parents write you back yet?'

Evey sighed and tossed her loose maroon coloured locks over her shoulder. 'Not yet. They weren't exactly pleased when I told them I'd only be staying with them for a week then I'd be spending the rest of the holidays with my two best friends who happen to be guys. I mean, here I thought I was doing them a favour so they didn't have to be around my "weirdness" but as it turns out, they were more disappointed that I'd rather shack up with two blokes in Devon.'

George's jaw dropped. 'They didn't actually say that did they?'

Evey shook her head, her soft curls flying everywhere, 'Not exactly but I could tell that's what they meant. It's all about appearances with them, remember?'

George nodded sadly, his shaggy ginger hair falling into his chocolate eyes. A strange noise suddenly attracted their attention and they were shocked to see Fred and Angie attached at the lips! Evey glanced at George, who looked like he was about to take great pleasure in interrupting the lip lock. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat, dragging him to the small alcove behind the Fat Lady's portrait. The two teens tried to stifle their laughter, their cheeks turning red and eyes watering as they clasped their hands over their mouths. Their sides ached from their attempts to keep quiet and they took long, deep breaths to try and regain control.

'Bloody hell I can't believe she finally did it,' Evey gasped out eventually and George looked at her in surprise.

'What do you mean "she"? You don't think Angie initiated this do you?'

'Of course I do! She's been talking about it for ages.'

'So has Fred--he's fancied her for about a year now.'

They stood in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the crackling fire place and what seemed to be very sloppy kissing meeting their ears.

'How do they even know how to do that?'

'Huh?' a startled George said.

'Well, how do they know how to kiss like that? I mean, its not exactly like everyone takes lessons on it, is it?'

George shrugged, 'Dunno. Our brother Bill once told us that when it comes to things like...like that, we're just born with the knowledge.'

'Hmm, instinct. Interesting theory.I wonder if it's true...'

George knew that tone of voice--Evey was wondering if she could conduct an experiment. He and Fred had learned in their first year that not only did their new friend have a wicked sense of humour, but she was also incredibly bright. She loved learning new things--she even enjoyed History of Magic, much to the twins shock and horror.She loved figuring out how everything worked, the reason why everything was the way it was. If she ever doubted anything, she could be found in the library until she discovered the true answer. Madam Pince had already grown to love the young Gryffindor, especially when Evey decided to repair a book another student had torn before handing it back to the librarian.

George knew Evey would be impossible to live with if she didn't get answers and surprised himself by saying, 'Do you want to try it?'

Evey's head whipped around so fast George was afraid she'd hurt herself. Her green eyes were wide, her mouth slightly agape.

She was speechless for what felt like hours before she said, 'I'm sorry, what did you say?'

'I said "do you wanna try it?"' George repeated, suddenly feeling very awkward.

He had never done anything like this before--the closest he had come is when his Aunt Mildred would give him and his siblings very unnecessary greeting kisses. He suddenly had a horrible thought -- what if he wasn't any good at it? What if she thought he was rubbish?He didn't want Evey to tease him about his lack of finesse--or be disappointed by the kiss. Wait, why did he care what Evey thought? Did he fancy her? No way! Not possible! The poor teen was helpless as this war waged inside his mind until Evey's voice broke through the din.

'Alright.'

George's brown eyes widened, his eyebrows disappearing into his fringe.

'Really?'

'For scientific purposes, of course.'

'Of course,' he agreed quickly.

Evey nodded curtly before closing her eyes, standing up on the balls of her feet and puckering her lips. George thought she rather looked like a fish but decided to keep that opinion to himself. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and started to lean down. A fraction of a second before their lips met, they heard the familiar tapping of McGonagall's shoes echoing through the hallway outside, coming towards the portrait--straight for the common room! Knowing they'd get a detention for being out of bed after curfew, the two quickly dashed out of their hiding spot and grabbed their respective roommates (much to their annoyance), dragging them up to their dorms. The bedroom doors closed mere seconds before the portrait downstairs opened to reveal the abandoned common room.

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