A Weasley Kind of Romance

Chapter Six

Claire's Revenge

-Juliet-

"Juliet!" The voice had a distinctly French accent, and I turned to see Claire rushing up to me, her scarf blowing behind her. " 'Ello, 'ello!" She exclaimed a bit out of breath.

"Hi Claire!" I said, positively beaming at her. "How are you today?"

Her face dropped. "What iz wrong with you?" She asked. "You are too…ah, happy, what is ze matter, did Fred die?" She asked.

I laughed. "Would you believe me if I told you I just sort of maybe possibly told him I like him?"

She stared at me for a moment, and the corners of her lips lifted. "Non."

"Wellll, I did!" I sang. She wrinkled her nose while simultaneously raising her eyebrows at me.

"Do you want to hear the story?"

"Ah…I suppose so…" She always pretended not to care.

"Okay…" I spent a few minutes enthusiastically explaining it to her with a few arm gestures thrown in. "…So, I don't know what came over me, but, well, I just leaned over him and did it!"

Claire bit her lip and looked thoughtful. I waited for her reaction. "Ah, why did you kiss George again?" Her tone sounded a little tight.

I smiled sheepishly. "…Um…to make Fred jealous. I know, I know. Ginny sorta talked me into it…"

"Ginny!" Claire cried. "Ze leetle devil!"

"Uh, what?" I asked.

"Ohhh, Ze leetle red-headed girl made you kiss George? She iz mental if she thinks she can get away with zat!"

Claire huffed a strand of hair out of her eyes, readjusted her scarf, and marched off.

I swore under my breath in French. "Merde."

-Fred-

I heard a moan beside me, and I looked to see a red-headed girl being wheeled in beside my bed.

"Oh, hello, Ginny."

Ginny groaned in response.

"Did Juliet almost kill you too?" I asked.

"Nggg, freen guuuu."

"Oh, her French friend?"

I saw Ginny's head bob up and down. Madame Pomfrey scurried over with a vial of some sort and pushed it up to Ginny's mouth. Even from here, I could smell the vile stench, like spoiled milk.

"Dear me, I'm afraid I've never seen this spell before, and I'm not quite sure how to remove it…" She fretted, peeling away Ginny's covers to survey the damage. I glanced over at her and nearly gagged.

"That's disgusting." I commented. Any exposed skin on her was covered in large boils, each sprouting a pair of human lips that made kissing sounds. Clearly Claire and Ginny had had a little spat….

"Oh, yes, that reminds me, Fred, dear, you're free to go, as long as you promise-" She wiggled her finger in what I supposed she meant to threatening "-to drink your potion!"

"Brilliant!" I leapt out of bed. "See ya, Ginny!"

"Eggg neeeg nnnhhhh." She moaned. "There, there." Madame Pomfrey said soothingly. "Just take a sip, dear, it's not that bad!"

I strode out of the hospital wing, whistling. Life had never been better.

A/N: Okay, I promise the next chapter will be better. I just wanted one fun comical pure fluff chapter to write, and this was definitely it. Hahaha Ginny, that's what happens when you play people. Ignoring the fact that Juliet actually kissed George…Ginny caused it to happen, though. Yeahhhh….I'm one of those horrible "I'm-not-fond-of-Ginny" people.