A/N: Oh no! I've run out of chapters to type! How did this happen?! Oh yeah, life kind of got in the way.

Fear not my readers! I promise, I will update as soon as I write chapter 9. I actually don't really get to have access to a computer all the time. And it is also bothersome always hit the backspace button. So, I actually write all my stories on a piece of paper. And then when I am done with a chapter, I will type it up and then it gets edited. After all that, it finally gets to you all. I know, if I could just get over the backspace button thing, then I could save a tree. But this is how I used to do it in school so I could write in school and not get good grades. :D

Henny, that lucky Penny!

Fred Weasley, My Nemesis?

The next morning I had to drink two cups of coffee. Fred and I finished around three O'clock in the morning. That was late, even for me. Fred could barely keep his eyes open. My stomach turned with guilt.

"He'll be fine, Kleine." Scorpius whispered in my ear. He had bags under his eyes and Albus had a pair to match, "He knew what he was getting into."

"Let's discuss your potion brewing habit, Lucy Weasley." I looked her severely. Her eyes narrowed. My mouth was set.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." she sniffed. I was really tired, so I did not have the patience to mess around.

"Fine, I'll just explore your trunk myself." I hissed savagely. I got up from the table. Lucy growled at me. I dismissed her displeasure with a wave of my hand.

I made my way over to the Gryffindor tables. Fred's head was perched in his hand with his elbow resting on the table top. His eyes were closed.

"Fred?" I whispered next to his ear. He groaned and switched hands, "Fred!" I whispered louder. Half of my face started to burn from the punch I just earned myself.

"Oh, shit..." he muttered into his hands. I just bent down and grabbed his bag.

"Oh, shit...is right." I whispered fiercely, "Thanks for the warning." I spat at the rest of the Potter/Weasley clan.

"What's going on?" his voice was thick with sleep.

"I'm going to wake you up." I lifted him by his elbow, "No, not like that, James." I did not even have to look at him, "Come on."

I dragged Fred to the Slytherin Common Room. He waited away with from me as I muttered the password. I do not think he would be able to remember anyway. He nearly fell asleep leaning against the wall.

"Oy! There is a Gryffindor in our Common Room!" a dark haired boy exclaimed. I felt Fred tense. I held my wand eye level to the boy.

"Yeah? What of it?" I sneered. I was exhausted, so my temper was not acting proper, "Hex him and I will forgo my wand and break you nose." a few of the younger kids looked nervous. All I received in aknowledgement was a raised eyebrow.

"I can wait outside." Fred murmured into my ear, his breathe tickling my hair.

"No, I won't be but a moment." I whispered over my shoulder.

I strod down to the girls dormitories. I found the one labeled third years and entered. I found Lucy's trunk easy enough and rummaged through it. I resurfaced with the vial I was looking for.

Upon returning to the Common Room, I noted the tense atmosphere. A couple of the kids who were still here kept throwing Fred suspicious glances. I coughed and they averted their eyes.

"Come on." I snatched his wrist, dragging him to the hallway, "Here. Drink this, but not too fast. Your cousin likes to brew these extra spicy." I pressed the Invigoration Draught into his palm.

"You would really break someone's nose for me?" he had a dull glint in his sleepy eyes.

"Yes, including yours." I snapped. I was starting to regret not getting one for myself.

"I knew Lucy brewed potions, how do you know?" Fred uncorked the potion. He tipped the rim towards me and then drained the vial.

"I was wondering the castle on Saturday and stumbled upon her batch of Invigoration Draught. Plus, this is pay back for yesterday." I checked my bag. I had all my books. I looked at Fred and he looked flushed again. I prefer this color to the ashen one.

In the dim light of the dungeons, Fred's curly auburn hair had Gryffindor red streaks. The flames danced in the reflection of his choclate brown eyes. The constant mirth was alive and bouncing around his eyes.

"More mischief?" his eyebrow raised slightly, "Never pegged you for mischief." Fred held his hand out for my to lead the way. I gave him a sheepish smile.

"I try, very hard, to cause as much as I can." I replied as I started walking to class.

"Bollocks." he swore, "I haven't seen you break a rule." he kept pace with me easily.

"Course you have. Staying out past curfew. Consuming alcohol on school grounds. Fighting." I was leading us to Transfiguration. We shared the class, just not desks.

"Want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" he looked over at me with a sideways glance. My feet forgot how to walk.

"What?" I choked out.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me ?" he repeated and emphasized each word like I was a child. I had not gone yet. Too scared.

"Umm...what?" okay, maybe it was my brain that forgot how to think.

"Honestly, Manslayer, you're sounding like a broken record again." he muttered as he put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward, "Have you gotten you Halloween costume?"

"Costume?" I felt my feet move, but I was not controlling them, "Why do I need a costume?" Fred gave me an exasperated sigh.

"Merlin, girl! Are you daft?" his voice was raised.

"No." I swallowed some air, "I haven't heard about a costume party." my mind was in a haze.

"Of course not, it's a secret." he winked at me, "Want to go?"

"How is it that in the span of five minutes, you have asked me out on two dates?" my mouth went dry.

"I learnt it from my dad." another wink, "So, is that a yes?"

"No." my short reply only made him smile. I rolled my eyes, "I will go, as a friend, with you to Hogsmeade and to this super secret party."

"Brilliant!" his smile grew into a grin, "I'll see you this Saturday!" with a quick pinch of my cheek, he bounced into the classroom.

When I sat down next to Albus, he gave me a questioning look. I shook my head. His eyes slid over to Fred's desk. I felt my cheeks burn. Gott verdammt monchal! I hate awkward.

A/N: Okay, this is a short chapter. When I was writing it, I honestly thought that this scene was too...interestingly cute to add anything too. I mean, we get to finally have some one-on-one time with a Weasley Twin's child! Out of the Next Gen kids, Fred is my favorite. But, alas, he is brash for poor Calesta. We shall see how this goes.
Until next time!

Henny, that lucky Penny!