A/N: if you are reading this I would really appreciate you going to my profile page and answering the poll question. In case you are a lazy bum here goes the question…. Should I skip ahead a couple of months or years till the Fred/OC romance really happens? If so how many years or months? Please let me know what you think. I already skipped ahead in this chapter though. I can't give a day by day account. That would get really tedious.

Disclaimer: I would think this is obvious by now, but I am not J.K. Rowling and I don't own the Harry Potter book copyright: hopefully when J.K. Rowling dies (not too soon though) she'll donate the copyright and let the whole wide world tinker around with her stuff. Muhahaha!

THIS IS TWO MONTHS LATER AFTER THE LAST CHAPTER. Around October or Novemberish.

Chapter 4: Quidditch, Donuts and Pesky Brooms

Hey Scarlett,

How are you doing? I sincerely hope the teachers are nice…. Do you have any friends other than Stella your ever faithful bookworm? Guess what? I bought the donut shop. I know you've been telling me to buy it since last summer but today Daniel and I went ahead and bought it. Now I kind of wish I hadn't- waking up at three in the morning just to make fluffy, sugar covered pastries can become exhausting. I've started selling those apple cinnamon rolls you made and they are a major success. I've got several regular customers already: your aunt, who comes every day and orders one of those maple bars which she then drenches in syrup, that nice old lady who you used to do the garden for and Mr. Gideon. As Alli would say, business is positively bombing! She misses you a lot by the way, love, and she told me if you don't write soon she'll send you a homemade Howler. I'm sorry though that you can't come home over Christmas, but your uncle's wife Isabella is pregnant and has invited us to go to Australia for the winter break. Love,

Mum

Then the handwriting changed drastically. I recognized it as that of my BFF.

Hi! What's so great in your life at crazy school that lets you positively ignore me? It's a trick question btw! If you don't send me a letter ASAP I'll get married to your brother(EEWWWWWW!) and then I'll strangle myself in my lace dress - you know the one Stella (who has sent me multiple letters detailing all the homework you get) bought be for my school dance. I might also make a howler. You know the way your aunt makes them with a little eye of newt and chocolate sauce. Stella's also sent me letters all about how you have a 'crush' on a certain ginger-haired set of twins. R u in love? Just kidding.

Your worried (and possibly strangled) friend or maybe sister in law (once again, no offense but EEEW!) ,

Alli

I sighed. Alli could become so dramatic at times. I still knew she was my best friend forever and ever though. Even though, or especially, because she was a Muggle. Stella, who was avidly writing a large essay on the uses of Belladonna in Potion making, glanced at me and raised her eyebrows. If she weren't so sweet and fragile I would probably have gotten into a row 'bout me having a crush upon the twins-which I didn't. I knew that Alli knew that, but sometimes it drove me crazy that Alli, of all people, would tease me over having friends who are boys. Gazing out of the window I saw Hagrid tell off some Slytherins for attempting to climb the Whomping Willow, which was draped with red, orange and yellow leaves, and the Gryffindor Quidditch Team practicing. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and laughter approaching and then I saw Fred, George and Lee entering the common room. They came closer and Lee even breathed down my neck as they grinned, innocently mischievous.

"I'm NOT talking to you!" I said clenching my teeth together and trying to hide my, only slightly, amused eyes behind my curly hair. Once again my short curly hair failed me. Curly hair can be extremely difficult to manage and was probably going to help contribute to my downfall some day. Just kidding, secretly I loved it.

"Come on: please? I'm sorry. I won't do it again," George said in a soft voice, muttering quietly "and get caught." I rolled my eyes, attempting to hide my grin and losing again.

"MY OWL IS PINK! My owl isn't supposed to be pink or have dimples in her face,"

"Why would you think it was us?"The twins said simultaneously. I hated it when they did that. It made it even more difficult to tell them apart.

"Your hands were pink! Why else would they be pink?! You're not allowed to use Indigo for your joke shop mail and stuff anymore. You're going to harm Indigo someday and I'm not paying medical expenses,"

"It looks like she caught you red-handed. Get it, Fred and George?" Lee said smirking stupidly.

"Real witty, Lee! I mean your hands were pink, too." Fred or George said extremely sarcastically, rolling their eyes.

Sighing, again, I turned back to my incomplete essay for Transfiguration. Secretly, it really didn't bug me that my owl was pink. I mean I really didn't like the color pink but that wasn't what annoyed me. Fred had ordered some type of dye like potion for one of the pranks and it had transformed my owl into a pink flattering thing. So when my owl swooped down and crashed into my face, completely overwhelmed holding a scroll of parchment with two letters (read above) scribbled on it, everyone in the Great Hall noticed and started laughing and making fun of poor innocent Indigo.

It bugged me that Fred and George could have and probably did read my letter. I mean now they think I like them! LIKE LIKE them! It was an inside joke between me and Alli, who missed me a lot, ever since she knew I could go to Hogwarts and she because she was a Muggle could not, that the boys didn't understand. But what would happen if it changed my friendship with the twins?

"C'mon… we'll take you to the Quidditch pitch and we can show you how to fly." Lee said teasing me because he obviously knew I kicked pure butt at Quidditch, especially Chaser.

"Okay! But I'm pretty sure I'm going to be the one teaching you how to fly!"

"You wish! I can fly better then you with my eyes closed and my hands tied." George or Fred said challenging me. Stella rolled her eyes and motioned toward the twins' big pile of homework that I just begun to tackle to weed out mistakes. I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed "later". She grinned and continued writing her essay.

"Cannot!"

"Can too!"

"Cannot!"

"Can too!"

"Cannot!"

"Can too!"

"Cannot!"

"Want to bet?"

"You're so on!"

We continued bickering till we got to the Quidditch pitch where we changed into Quidditch robes and started flying. The Gryffindor team had just finished up so, I borrowed a broom stick from Angelina, a tall black second year, who was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Off I went swooping high and low. I loved the feeling of adrenaline pumping, blood rushing through your veins and wind messing up my hair. Around that time the boys came out. That's another thing that always surprised me… how is it that boys take so long when changing? I mean they don't even have long hair to brush aside or makeup to apply or take off. Weird mental image, Fred, George and Lee wearing makeup. Sorry off track, again.

"Want to just use the Quaffle or do you want to play with the Snitch and the Bludgers, too? Charlie, the team captain and my second eldest brother, left the whole lot and we can use them as long as I bring them back."

"I'm for the Quaffle only, but then again that's because I play Chaser and find Bludgers and the Snitch a complete waste of time."

"Hey! Slow down! I and Fred are Beaters, so we need Bludgers to survive!"George said dramatically, acting as if I had stabbed him in the heart.

"Don't you mean Fred and I?"Lee said in a very Percy the prefect like manner.

"Whatever!"

"Don't whatever me!"

"SHUT UP, you two!" I said all but screaming at them. They grinned at me in that charming devil-may-care way that only the twins and Lee could pull off. We started to practice Quidditch. I'll admit it the twins were good Beaters and all, but Lee was a dreadful keeper. Every single time I got the Quaffle through the hoops he groaned again, while the twins saluted me with serious smiles plastered to their faces.

"Hey, you guys! Is Christmas at Hogwarts alright?"

"Yeah! The Christmas trees are magnificent and the Professors bewitch everything to look in holiday spirits. Even Peeves is relatively calm. In fact my elder sister said that he once-" Lee answered before he was cut off quite rudely by the twins.

"- But why?" the twins said in paranormal unison. Looking like they were up to something their chocolate brownie colored eyes met. If anyone tells them that I think thats their eye color I am so killing myself.

"I'm staying here over break- my family is going to Australia and they can't bring me along."

"Fred?" George said a quizzical yet bemused expression on his face. They looked like they were up to something but honestly; they always looked like that to me.

"George?"

"Do you remember us telling her that she was invited to spend Christmas with us?"

"Yeah, that one time or other-"

"WHAT!?" I shrieked making a victory dance standing on my broom. Trust me, now that I think about it, I wouldn't recommend dancing fifty feet above the ground on a piece of wood that was barely as thick as chair leg. Seriously, that wasn't one of my better moments. But it was too late. Down I went faster and faster. I crashed into something hard and suddenly everything became blurry around me, kind of like I'd lost my contact lenses. Shapes were moving around me and I heard muffled voices, talking in low concerned voices as my head and my right foot throbbed in pain.

"Owwww, that doesn't feel right…."I mumbled to myself unintelligibly as two completely identical worried faces gazed down at me. The smell of germicide and healing potions made me feel sick and I scrunched up my nose in frustration at clueing out where I was. Madam Pomfrey was walking toward the Weasley twins and said something that I didn't understand. Ah ha! So, I was in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. The red headed twins nodded and put a potion with purple vapors oozing out of it next to my pillow. One of them added a pinch of something and stirred it with his wand. Madam Pomfrey grimaced and then left to her office.

"Scarlett looks kind of cute when she scrunches up her nose like that. I mean just theoretically." One of them said. I closed my eyes even tighter to see what else they would say. Ooh! When I told Katie about this… they were so busted!

"Sure, just theoretically. You should feed her the potion now, though." The other said sarcastically and with emphasis on the word theoretically. I was going to kick his butt, big time. If only my foot and head didn't hurt so much I actually could. Wincing I turned slightly in the direction of one of the twins. My foot moved and I flinched. Kicking them wasn't going to work, at least not till my foot healed.

"Ooh! Look she's awake. She kind of looks like a cat when she opens her eyes don't you think, Stella?"Alicia said as my brownish eyes opened blearily, looking as Alicia said just like a cat, I turned to the twin.

"Kind of cute?! Theoretically!? George, you are so lucky my foot hurts like hell now or else I'd kick your ass right now."

"I'm Fred. Are you sure that your brain wasn't damaged in the fall? You can't even tell us apart anymore."

"You guys are identical twins. Emphasis on the word identical!"

Alicia and Stella giggled and I heard them mutter "she definitely doesn't have brain damage."

The read head advanced toward me holding the beaker of healing potion in front of my nose. It smelled fairly pleasant, but after two months of pranking and being pranked by Fred, George and sometimes Lee I knew better.

"Don't even think of getting that potion near me! I mean what happens if you're trying to poison me. Just thinking of the fact you stirred with your wand makes me freak out!"

"It's chocolate liquor. My mum sent it after she invited you for Christmas." Fred said.

I eyed the potion suspiciously and then took a super small sip. After deciding it was pretty good I drank the rest of it. Weirdly right after drinking it my foot began to tingle, just a little bit.

"So, what happened to me?"

"You fell off Angelina's broom right after the victory dance and George tried to catch you, evil handsome genius that he is, and he crashed into you sending you flying into the podium. So now you have a gigantic bruise at the back of your head and a broken leg."

"So I owe my miserable fate to George, the supposed, handsome," I coughed loudly after this to prove my point, "genius. What happened to the broom?"

"It survived and only has a few scratches."George said shooting me a glare with daggers in his eyes.

"Unlike you," Fred muttered "sadly, you survived."

"You know what? Maybe Stella and I should stop with all the pitying and let you guys copy your History of Magic notes of someone else," I said joking. I grinned when Fred and George put on shocked expressions and began to act. Almost immediately after smiling I wiped the rather excruciating smile of my face.

"So now we must listen rather than observe Professor Binns' eyebrows as they dance around on his ghostly forehead?"

"Oh no! George, what shall we do now?"

"Let us leave the company of this perfectly vile maiden,"

"Farewell!"

"Can I leave, too, Madam Pomfrey? Please?"I said in my ever so sweet teacher's favorite voice.

"Of course. As long as you check in with me every morning and evening for the next two days. You need to get your potion somehow. And here are some crutches. They are one of the few Muggle ideas I ever use." she said not unkindly, in a tone that implied how silly Muggles could be when it came to healing. Alicia and Stella got my school stuff and walked me out. What an image: two girls walking gracefully and one humpty dumpty girl on crutches.

A/N: So what do you think? Actually, I really do want to know, so, review! Press that green button done there (I don't think it is green but according to someone else it is so here goes) OR ELSE my magical flying pink owl will attack you with donuts and chocolate potion.