The night swiftly past and you and Ginny were absolutely knackered from staying up late last night from talking and playing games. She groaned lazily as she rolled over in her bed, obviously not wanting to get up so early. Even though you felt knackered at first when you woke up, it only took a few minutes for you to feel fully wide awake. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling as you think over your thoughts over and over again. It was only 8:30am, but the Weasley family do like a long snooze in the morning when they get the chance to. You could hear Ginny begin to snore lightly again, gradually getting a little louder. You smiled and shook your head at how sweet this strangely was. You checked the clock again, 8:32am. You rolled your eyes with a silent tut and clamped your hands over your face, slowly bringing them down off your face in a sliding motion. You suddenly felt a tickling at your feet. Curiously, you sat up a little to see what this was. To your surprise, Ron's rat was sat there, staring right at you. You jumped a little, but not enough to make you make a noise.
"You alright there?" you smiled at its flickering whiskers as you sat upright fully. You reached a hand out to the little tatty creature but it then fled from you, its little feet scurried across the floor.
"Scabbers!" you whispered loudly. "Scabbers, get back here!" Quickly, you slid out of your bed and slipped on your dark plum coloured dressing gown around you as you began to chase after the fleeing rat. You sped after the rat as fast and as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake anyone. The rat stopped and looked at you, sitting at the top of the very long spiral staircase. "I've got you now!" you breathed quietly to yourself, grinning at the rat, enjoying this little game of chase.
The scruffy brown rat just squeaked and twitched its whiskers at you before jumping down each and every step. You groaned to yourself. Why does Ron's bloody rat have to be like this?! You thought to yourself in annoyance. With a huff, you began to chase after that annoying rat again. Swiftly you tried to tip-toe down each of the steps without making them squeak or make any noise at all for that matter. You began to gain on him, the little scoundrel. Your hopes also began to build as you gradually came to the end of the never ending staircase, a small grin of possible success grew upon your face. With one last leap, you scooped up the mischievous rat up into your hands, cupping him securely so that he wouldn't get away again. "Gottcha!"
"Morning." a voice said from the opposite end of the room, near to the kitchen. You jumped a little, not expecting the greeting at all. You turned round curiously to see who it was, and there, stood up against the kitchen dining table was one of the tall twins, sipping at his cup of tea.
"Oh," you blinked "morning."
"Playing a little game, are we?" he asked with a grin and a wink, mischief just gleaming in his eyes. You looked down at the lazy rat that lay in your hands, seeing its whiskers twitch again.
"He tickled me this morning, woke me up. Then he ran off, random little thing Scabbers. Does he always run off?"
"Scabbers? Yeah, usually. He's been in the family for years now, getting a bit old, I reckon." he gulped down some more of his tea. "I wanted to change him into a pair of slippers for dad, but Ron caught me." you snorted and shook your head.
"You're weird, Fred."
"I'm George." You stood there on the spot and shook your head as you examined him briefly from where you were standing.
"No you're not."
"Ah, how can you be so sure, love?" asked the twin, grinning as he rose his eyebrows. You mirrored his actions.
"Because I have a knack for telling twins apart, Fred."
"Oh, do you now, Fiona?" he asked, clanking his empty mug of tea accidentally too loud in the sink as he started to walk over to you.
"Indeed, Fred, I do."
"I had a weird dream last night that we were married." he said randomly.
"Well, I- wait, what?!" you said in surprise, realising how strange this tall red-head was.
"Strange, right?" he grinned. "Still, it was ok I guess." you stared at him, a little bit creeped out by how open he actually was.
"...Right." Silence fell between the two of you and Fred made a popping sound with his mouth.
"So, er... wanna play chess?" he asked kind of sweetly, pointing his thumb behind him to a guesstimate place to where the chess set was in the living room.
"No thanks, I'm not that good." you said honestly, a little embarrassed as you looked up at the towering boy.
"I could teach you how to play, if you want. Or we could do something else? The others wont be up for ages yet, lazy bunch." he hummed with a smile. But before your open mouth could speak, he interrupted. "Oh! What about Quidditch? You any good?"
"I don't know, the teacher says that I am, but I don't really play it." you said, not noticing that Scabbers was yet again making another dash for it and scurried away out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.
"Aw, come on! You must be good then! Fancy a game?"
"Don't you think that we're a couple players too short?"
"...Oh yeah." he said a little dumbly, due to his slight tiredness. "What do you want to do then? Like I said, the others wont be up for ages and I get bored very easily, as you can tell from why me and George got sent home early." you giggled a little and he shrugged, showing his fake guilt. "so, what do you want to do? Lady's choice, of course." he said in a jokey charming voice, his cheeky grin growing rapidly.
"What position do you play in Quidditch?"
"Beater, and so is George."
"Huh,"
"Why? Wanna give it a go?" he asked enthusiastically, he loved Quidditch, but not as much as the Gryffindor's team captain, Oliver Wood. You nodded.
"Why not."
"Great!" he said cheerfully. "Will ten minutes be enough for you to get ready in? Seeing as you girls take FOREVER to get ready these days."
"Hey," you pouted, shoving him in the arm lightly. You weren't much of a girly girl as you were into your sports and often hung around with boys more than girls, except from Ginny and Hermione of course. Within the time Fred suggested you to get ready in, you came running down the stairs as quietly and as quickly as you could again. You decided to wear normal comfy clothes, dark navy jeans, a chequered shirt with different kinds of shades of blues and a white spaghetti strap top beneath it whilst on your feet you wore your pale blue converse. There stood in the living room, completely ready, was Fred, who smiled as you walked up to him.
"Ready to go then? We wont be long, don't want to worry poor old mother." he said in a childish voice which made you giggle. Basically, you were both just going to play bat and ball, but it passed the time. Anyway, it would help the two of you improve your skills. You both walked out into the fresh morning sun that gleamed brightly down upon the land beneath it, the slight cool breeze gently brushed passed you as you walked, cooling you down from the already growing temperature of the day. The two of you walked out to a place in the field where it was far enough not to break one of the windows, or break anything for the matter. The tall boy towered over you, taking after his father in the height department. He was two years older than you, but you weren't the shortest of people, but you weren't the tallest either, sort of in between, a height which you found reasonable but annoying when someone as tall as Fred stands next to you. You both played for a good while, taking it in turns to hit the ball and chase after it before it landed. After a good hour or so, you both decided to take a rest. You both sat down on the growing green grass and tucked in to a red apple each, munching away as you both stared up at the blue sky, invaded with puffs of white clouds that drifted ever so lazily across the bright blue sheet.
"Do you reckon," Fred began after finishing a mouthful of apple. "that I can sneak in some sort of puking potion into Snape's drink one day, when we return to Hogwarts?" he looked over at you as he waited for an answer, you tilted your head from side to side for a little bit before thinking of an answer.
"Good idea, but how would you sneak it in? There's no other way than just going up to Snape and saying 'Hi, try some of this. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you that it makes you vomit. Oops!'" Fred laughed and nodded also.
"Yeah, 'spose." he then began to think again and soon snapped his fingers together.
"What if, we turn his hair blue? I bet that would be a sight!"
"Yeah," you agreed. "or, what if you make him a red-head? That would teach him not to mess with the Weasley's." Fred laughed and thought for a brief second.
"Risky, I like it." he patted you on the shoulder, as if congratulating you for coming up with such an idea. "But wouldn't he guess that it was one of the Weasley's though, with the hair and all."
"Not if I did it." you grinned mischievously. Fred also grinned.
"You know, if you get involved with schemes like this, you most probably wont be able to become a prefect."
"Pft, why would you want to be a boring old prefect? This is way more fun."
"Finally, someone else who agrees with me other than George!" Fred sighed in cheer, taking another bite out of his apple. "But don't tell Percy that you don't want to be a prefect, he might disown you as a friend."
"Note taken."
"Go on, try out for the Quidditch team! You were really good at beating a moment ago." he said eagerly with a smile. You shook your head.
"No, I don't think that it's really my kind of thing. I enjoy it, yes. But I just don't want to become obsessed with it like Oliver." Fred opened his mouth to debate but you shook your head again.
"Alright, you two?" said George as he approached the two of you sat down on the grass, a grin spread widely across his face. "Getting a cheeky kiss or two, Fred?"
"Shut up, George." said Fred, throwing his apple core at his brother who only just about missed it. Literally a few seconds later, Ginny walked over, clearly having following her brother to the field to discover where everyone had gone.
"There you are! How long have you been out here?" she asked, now fully dressed.
"About an hour or two," Fred replied.
"Having a cheeky snog." George sniggered under his breath. Fred jumped up to his feet and began to chase after his twin, shouting after him as he retreated back towards the house. Ginny looked down at you with a questioning smile and risen eyebrows.
"I know what you're thinking, Ginny."
"Do you?" she asked with another smile. "Do you fancy my brother, Fiona?!"
"What? No!" you said honestly, a little surprised by her sudden outburst of question. How could you? You hardly knew him before yesterday. And now that you two spent a little time together, everyone thinks that you must like each other. "Ridiculous." you whispered under your breath before getting up to your feet and began to walk with your friend back to the house.