A.N: Finally updating. I'm so sorry for being so late!
"Fuck you! Uhg!" Its been the fifth time the stairs had changed on them.
"You'll get used to it." Harry smiled.
"I think I'll have a nervous breakdown!" Scarlet stomped. They finally reached the floor the girls room was on. Dumbledore assigned Harry the job to show them to their room. They walked to the seventh painting of a young woman from the 17th century.
"Dior" Harry told her and she let the door open.
"I don't think that will be difficult to remember." Hannah laughed. The room had to queen poster beds, two huge wardrobes, and two vanities, and a door that led to their personal bathroom.
"Thanks for your help Harry. Hopefully we'll be able to find ourselves around soon." Hannah Smiled.
"No problem. I'll always be here if you guys ever need help." he saw himself out as the girls said their goodbyes.
"So what's your game plan for blondie?" Scarlet asked. She was laying face down on her red comforter.
"Don't have one. Just gonna go with the flow." Hannah was inspecting all her belongings that were delivered to their room. Scarlet was about to say something when her cell phone starting ringing.
"Hello?" She was speaking French which was indication to Hannah that it was work.
"Yeah. Ok, no problem. When do you need me? Wow. Um. It'll take me a few hours. I'll be there as soon as possible. Bye." She hung up. "You've got to be kidding me! Ugh not even a few hours and I already have to leave!"
"What's wrong?" Hannah asked.
"You know the shoot I had a few weeks ago? Well I guess an intern deleted all the files. We have to do it again, now to meet the deadline." Scarlet sighed packing things she would need.
"How are you gonna get to Paris?"
"When I get to London they will have a jet waiting. What time is it?"
"Nine. Remember that the bridge was bewitched by Dumbledore so you'll be transported to London. Be careful" she hugged Scarlet on her way out.
The next morning there was chaotic for the first years, as it was the first day of school. The older kids were more relaxed eating their breakfast while talking to each other. Hannah entered the hall by herself. She had just got done with her morning jog. Her hair was swept up into a ponytail, her running shorts showed off her well toned legs and her white wife beater showed a tint of her spots bra. She saw Harry and the other boys and decided to join them.
"Morning." She said as she sat down, automatically filling a plate with food.
"Morning Hannah, Where's Scarlet?" Harry asked as he looked around.
"Paris, she got called out last night."
"She gonna be back for your lessons?" Ron asked.
"Lessons?" Hannah shoved a pancake in her mouth.
"The one your gonna teach?" George cut in.
"Oh, yeah. Well it probably wont be "Teaching" per say but more like just….I don't know what we're gonna do. Just wing it I guess." She shrugged she didn't really give a damn.
"I'm definitely taking that." Fred nodded
"Speak of the devil." George glanced to the great hall doors. Scarlet walked in her hair in a braid that fell on her right bare shoulder. She wore an over sized grey sweat shirt which looked like a dress though you can see a hint of her jean shorts. Her green high tops scuffled the floor you could tell she was completely exhausted. She sat herself next to Fred and put her head on his shoulder. Of course he didn't mind one bit, but he was still nervous. Something stirred inside of him, like she was a perfect fit where she .
"You ok?" He asked.
"No. I haven't slept in over 26 hours. I'm hungry, cranky, and have a headache." She snaked her arms around his while snuggling her head into the crook of his neck. She was obviously lethargic and delusional. Hannah saw the look on his face, it wasn't one of lust and desire that they got from most men, but one of pure longing. He truly cared about scarlet even though they barely knew each other. Hannah was then determined to make sure those two worked out.
"Hey, Fred can you escort her to our room? I would but have to talk to Dumbledore The password is Dior." She whispered. Fred nodded and tried to get her up, but she was so worn out she could barely walk. After getting out of the great hall Scarlet could barely stand. Fred decided to carry her the rest of the way. He swept her up bridal style and started walking up the stairs. Scarlet wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her head into his chest. His heart was racing and his legs were shaking a little bit. He would have never guess he would have the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in his arms. Truth be told he knew her even before they were introduced in Diagon Alley. A few summers ago he and George went to stay with their friend Lee Jordan. Lee's smuggle cousin was there as well, who had put posters of the two girls all over the guest room he was inhibiting. Fred was hypnotized by Scarlet, her green eyes haunted him. He even took one of her pictures with him after that summer, it was his most prized possession. He was floored when he fist saw her in person and she was a squib at that. Though they hadn't really known each other for long, Fred could honestly say he loved her.
When they got to her room, he walked over to her bed and gently laid her down. Or so he thought, she refused to let go of him. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't want her to let go either. He had a free period in the morning so he laid down with her. He stroked her hair while taking in her sleeping face. Soon he noticed she was crying in her sleep. He brushed the tears away with his thumb, kissed her on the forehead and hugged her closer to him. Scarlet's hand automatically clutched to his shirt and snuggled up to him as close as possible. Fred wished time would stop, so he wouldn't have to let go of his girl.