I woke up after when I felt something move beside me, I didn't want to wake up yet, I wasn't done sleeping. So I just snuggled closer to the warm body beside me, a hand began to stroke my hair away from my face.

"Jess?" it was barely a whisper, so I just hummed in response. "Jess, are you going to get up any time soon?" the question, though laced with sarcasm, it also seemed like he didn't mind what I said in response.

"I'm up," I said burrowing deeper into his side, pulling the blanket that was wrapped around me. I was too warm to get up. A chuckle vibrated his chest as he continued to play with my hair.

"You know, the last train leaves in two hours," he said. That was it, I had to get ready, I probably looked like crap, and I was going to be stuck at school over the holidays. My hair had decided that it would stick up almost vertically, drawing a laugh from Fred, whose hair was sitting as perfectly as always, it wasn't fair. "It's okay, chill." He laughed, "that was a slight exaggeration."

"Oh," now my top half wasn't covered by blanket and I was cold. "That wasn't very nice," I pouted at him and tried to pull the blanket back onto me.

"Jess you need to get up, you need to eat love," he said with an eyebrow raised at my attempts to get the blanket out from his strong grip.

"Give me the blanket you goose." I sounded like a baby, but I just really wanted that bloody blanket. I was pulling on the blanket repeatedly trying to no avail to retrieve it from his grasp. "If you give me the blanket I will go get food," he relinquished all hold he had had on the fluffy blanket, and I nearly fell backwards off of the bed. Catching myself as I grabbed onto his arm, I squealed so high pitched that I'm fairly certain only dogs could hear.

"Now to food," he got up off the bed, and looked at me expectantly. So I just sat and pulled the blanket tighter around myself, pretending that I had no idea that he was giving me a look. Before I could react he wrapped his arms around me tightly and lifted me off of the bed.

"Fred. Put me down! FRED!" I squirmed in his arms just trying to escape from his grasp at some point carrying me bridal style became too difficult as I wriggled so he instead flung me over his shoulder, all the while I was wrapped in the fuzzy blanket.

To say that I had received a few weird looks on the way down to the great hall would be an understatement, despite having given up resisting; I still was a girl hanging over the shoulders of one of the tall muscled twins. "You ready to come down now?" Fred asked, I could hear the smirk.

"Yes," I said, tone neutral. With that he set me down onto the cold stone floor outside the hall, I didn't want to go into the hall, but I was far too lazy to walk back up the stairs so I proceeded through the doors, Fred following closely behind me. As we approached Angelina and George they both turned to glance in our direction, their smiles slipping off into a look of confusion. "He carried me out of bed." Though it didn't seem to satisfy their curiosity, they both turned back to their plates and continued to eat.

I sat down heavily opposite the two of them, Fred taking his place beside me as he began to pile his plate high with a wide variety of breakfast foods while I just sat and glared at his plate. "You gonna eat then?" he asked me in between heaping mouthfuls of food. I just scrunched my nose at him, I wasn't hungry thanks to the drinking I had done the night before, "Jess, you gotta eat, you said that if I gave you the blanket that you would have food."

"No I didn't," he gave me a look that said that if I didn't eat that it was going to end up with me on the pointed end of another prank. Having already suffered having bright pink hair for nearly a month, I didn't feel like doing that again so I grabbed a piece of toast and began eating it as I looked at him.

After eating the slice of dry toast, I tucked my legs up onto the bench and leant precariously against the table, looking on as Fred scoffed his face with yet another meat variation. He looked over at me mid chew and the food nearly fell from his mouth, "like what ya see princess?" he asked, sarcasm ringing on each syllable. He smirked at me, but with the amount of food he had in his mouth it was distorted and looked like he was considering murder most foul.

"Oh yeah, love to get me a hot slice of that," my eyebrows raised and a smile tugged at my mouth as he coughed and turned red, it looked like he was going to choke but he stared at George as he recovered, having a silent conversation. At that I began a conversation with Angelina who was sat across from me at the table, discussing her holiday plans, most of which were with George, and what presents she had gotten for her family, as I half payed attention. After half an hour, I excused myself, I still had to pack away my stuff before the train left, so even then I would have to be ready for 11:30 so that I could help Eliza, who I was fairly certain was still sleeping in the boy's dorm, which is where she had been when Fred had carried me out.

The common room was relatively intact compared to what was expected, given that nearly a quarter of the school's population had gotten drunk in it the night before; the thick red rug had rotated so that in now sat precariously up against the fireplace, which was full of sweet wrappers and paper cups, the couch that sat in front of it housed three seventh years who had passed out together on top of each other, I hoped I wouldn't end up like that next year, mouth gaping, drooling for everyone who entered the room to see.

I was still thinking about next year when I made my way up to the boys dorm, it wouldn't hurt to get Eliza up, she would take a while to get up properly any way. Pushing the door open I saw something I didn't want to see, so I turned around and slammed the door; I ran down the stairs, trying to focus on anything other than what I had just seen. The image of Eliza and Lee as naked as the day they were born in a tangled mess of limbs was fused to my eyes.

So I started packing away my stuff, all the while trying not to think of what I had just seen, I packed in record time and made my way back to the common room just as Fred, George and Angelina entered the room. "Don't go to your room." I practically yelled it at the boys who both looked at me like I was insane, "don't do it if you value your eyesight." This just left them more confused than they had been before.

"Umm…"

"Why not?"

"They were, together."

They both looked at me confused for a moment before their faces dropped, "No." Came their voices in unison, as their eyes widened. I suffer, they suffer with me.