Disclaimer: I am not JKR! I take only credit for my OCs.
Chapter 16 - The Workout
That night I went to bed early so I could be properly awake for training the next day. I had told Fred that he had to wake me up, and I wanted to know whether he could actually sneak into the 4th Slytherin girls dorm at 4:30 in the morning. Knowing him, he would manage it, but I was half-hoping he wouldn't so I could enjoy my sleep.
He did manage it. Tugs, shakes and whispers of my name made me aware of the fact that he was in my dorm. But I was too comfortable in my blankets to get up. I ignored him and snuggled deeper into my warm nest.
"Su, get up!"
"I will take away your blanket!"
That only made me grip it tighter.
But instead of the tug on the blanket I was expecting, I felt a huge splash of cold water on my face. My eyes flew open and I shot up, blinking the water out of my eyes.
"Bloody hell! That's how you wake me up?"
I glared at him. He was simply grinning.
"It was my last resort. Very effective, that. It worked even on James."
I groaned and reached for my glasses next to the bed, getting up. When I was standing, I put my hands on my hips.
"When I get back, you better have dried my stuff, Fred Weasley." I commanded, narrowing my eyes.
"I will. Now hurry up." He pushed me towards the bathroom.
I grumbled. Mornings always found me at my grumpiest. I hated leaving my bed before 6. Stupid Fred Weasley and stupid deal. I don't know why I agreed, anyway.
It was the mirror that answered me. I agreed to get rid of that. The layer of fat on my stomach. Unwanted, yet loved layer of fat. Shaking my head at last evening's foolishness, I brushed my teeth, tied my hair in a ponytail, and transfigured my nightclothes into a loose light blue T-shirt and some black leggings. I conjured some matching blue socks with them, and spruced up my old sports shoes that I'd never used at Hogwarts before. That's right, I can do NEWT level fabric magic. Sounds amazing, doesn't it? But I only learnt the spells because I hated shopping. I get bored to death at Muggle malls, and the sizes are never the same, so I decided to learn the spells to customize everything I owned. Much cheaper.
When I got out of the bathroom, Fred was sitting on my made bed.
I frowned, "You didn't have to make my bed."
He arched an eyebrow. "Thought you would be grateful."
"Well, I would if it didn't make it seem that you find me untidy.", I said, crossing my arms.
"You are untidy."
I rolled my eyes. "I know that. Don't need you commenting on it."
"Why?", he asked, curious.
"My parents always wanted me to be tidy. I never was, and when I had to show my room to people I used to warn them about the untidiness. In India, it would be rude to comment on it. So they didn't, but I could still feel their disapproving gazes on my back. You making the bed is like you acting on your disapproval, not knowing that I like it better messy." I admitted.
He looked at me for a moment. "You like it better messy? Why?"
I shrugged. "Makes it feel lived in. I assume you are a total neat freak?"
He stood up. "A bit. More than James, obviously, but far less than Uncle Percy."
"Interesting. People seem to have the notion that girl's rooms are, and should be tidy, while boy's rooms can be messy because 'boys will be boys' and all that.", I observed, turning towards the door of my dorm.
He followed me. "That is true. Pity, seeing as we are clearly exceptions to that thought."
I nodded. "And I bet we aren't the only ones."
We descended the stairs and were now standing in the Common Room.
He turned to me. "Look, I would love to continue this discussion on society and gender norms with you, but we will be late if we don't hurry up."
"You're right. Let's go." My enthusiastic tone was the complete opposite of the pity party that was going on in full swing inside. My lazy self was dreading the exercise and sore muscles that I was sure to get from our planned activity. But somewhere, faintly, Sensible Su, was urging me on by sending me visions of the toned body that I would get. After a great struggle, by the time we reached the castle door, I decided to listen to Sensible Su.
Fred opened the castle doors and gestured for me to exit the castle.
I smiled at him and was struck by the beauty of the grounds before dawn. The air was fresh, the sky dark blue, not black anymore, and the moon was reflected in the silvery waters of the Black Lake.
"This is beautiful."
I felt him stand next to me. "It is. The sky matches your T-shirt."
Still silent, I nodded.
"Can I ask why your T-shirt and socks are blue? Don't you have any house pride?" I heard the smirk in his voice.
"Blue is my favorite colour. It's a very calm colour, the colour of the sky, the ocean." I didn't even get annoyed at him doubting my house pride.
"Has it always been blue? Because it's a Ravenclaw colour."
"It has always been blue." I hesitated, "but the fact that it is a Ravenclaw colour, and I have some Ravenclaw traits, makes me love it even more."
"Were you expecting to be sorted into Ravenclaw?"
"I wasn't expecting to be Sorted into Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, that's certain. Then I didn't care whether I went to Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I just...", my voice trailed off.
"Nothing. It's not important.", I shook my head. Fred and I had never been particularly close, and I wasn't about to go spilling all my insecurities to him. The time for a long heart-to-heart would come, but now was not the moment. "Let's go get my muscles sore."
He laughed. "How?"
It was then that I realised the innuendo I made, and smiled. "By physical, clothed, exercise."
Fred's teasing smirk vanished, and he adopted a serious, and gentle face.
"So, we are going to start by getting warmed up. I do that by jogging around the Lake, normally three rounds, but since it's your first time we'll only run one round."
I nodded. "Okay."
"Follow me." he said, and then strode towards the edge of the lake. As I followed him, I found out just how out of shape I was. The descent to the edge had me panting slightly, and the air was biting, attacking my lungs. But I sure as hell wasn't going to let Fred find out.
Once at the edge, he started to bend over and stretch his thighs and calves. I tried to copy him to the best of my ability, but the tips of my fingertips only reached till about half a foot of the ground, and they were left grasping at air. My back and calves started warming up slowly as we twisted and stretched our bodies to lose the stiffness from the cold.
Once sufficiently stretched, he turned to me.
"Let's start jogging now." he said.
Obediently, I fell into a moderate rhythm behind him. Fred was going really slowly, and I soon found myself surpassing him. He simply smiled at me as I passed him, even though I was smirking, feeling smug. The thrill of running overshadowed the building burn in my legs for about 5 minutes. Very soon, I was feeling my legs, and they were begging me to stop running. No, said my pride, You passed him, and you are going to stay in front of him, without stopping. That shut 'em up for about 100 meter before they started complaining again. This time their voice was stronger, but my pride didn't give in just yet. Another 100 meters later, and it took all of my effort to put one step after another. I focused on my feet. Right, Left, Right, Left.
But that only worked for so long. By now my legs were screaming at me stop, joined by the pinch in my side, my panting lungs, and rapidly beating heart. My resolve weakened and I slowed to a walk. Just a few seconds later, Fred passed me, still going steady. He didn't look smug at all, a fact that impressed me.
"Walk for a while, and then start jogging again, but this time really slowly. About as slow as you can go." he instructed calmly, though his eyes hadn't really lost that mischievous sparkle.
I nodded, unable to speak just yet.
This time, he led, and I followed, at a pace just a tad faster than a walk. My feet were still killing me, but my lungs were working better, my heart rate slowed. The pinch in my side faded, albeit very slowly. I felt better, and was able to continue for about 500 meters. Then, I walked again, trying not to think about the huge circumference of the Lake. I was pretty tired already, and we had only covered about a fourth of the total distance.
It took me a long time, with a lot of coaxing to jog and stop walking, but I finally collapsed on the grass at the point where we started. Dawn was upon us, but the sun hadn't risen yet. I estimated it to be around 6 in the morning. I stared up at the golden canvas above me, wondering - not for the first time - why the hell I thought this was a good idea.
My view was impeded by a tan redhead.
"Get up, Su, we've got to stretch."
I glared at him. "I am not. Moving. Another. Inch."
He smiled. "If you don't, you'll be sore all day." he sang.
"I don't care!" I replied fiercely.
He sighed and finished his stretches alone before dropping down next to me. I thought he was exhausted it too, but then I felt hands squeezing my calves.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.
"Massaging your legs." was his reply. "You'll thank me later."
"I suppose." It was a wonderful feeling. "Thanks."
"No problem. You need to conserve your strength for the core exercises." he said, sounding highly amused.
"Core Exercises?" Oh Merlin. I was going to die today.
He stopped massaging my legs and stretched out a hand. "Yep."
I sighed and used the hand to pull myself upright. "Let's get on with it, then."
He started walking away from me. Why can't he warn me before doing that?
"Oi! Where are you going?" I called out, annoyed.
"Quidditch Pitch." he answered, without looking back.
I scrambled to catch up with the boy. "I have been meaning to ask you about that. Why do you do the rest of your exercises in the Pitch? Why not do them by the Lake?"
Since we were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, I could not see his face, but when he didn't answer I grabbed his hand and turned him to face me. "I asked you a question, Weasley." Just then I noticed the expression on his face. He looked a little irritated, and definitely defiant. Definitely defiant. Nice alliteration. I debated the chances of him telling me, and it didn't seem very likely as it looked personal and I didn't want to fight with him on our first day.
So I let him go and started walking again. I was so lost in thought about why he wouldn't tell me that I didn't see the root below me and tripped, falling straight to the ground. Luckily, my hands and knees broke my fall, but the reduced distance to the surface of the earth was far too familiar too me. I froze, paralysed, while the memories played in my brain again, like a roll of film on a constant loop.
- the first time, on my birthday - a few weeks later, on my way back from the library - the time I hexed one of them for the first time - the time I defended Albus - the time they were drunk after a Quidditch victory party and left me limping for days…
"Su?" Fred's confused voice snapped me out of my trance. I got up quickly, brushing off the earth from my palms and knees, feeling the heat rush to my face. I hated that they could still get to me after so long.
"I tripped." My voice was embarrassed, but also desperately hopeful that he didn't notice that I lingered longer than is normal.
No such luck.
His brown eyes bored into mine. "Why didn't you get up?" he asked, in a concerned voice. "Did you break something?"
"N-no, I'm fine." I rushed out, "just uh, saw an… an interesting… worm." You're supposed to be a Slytherin, damn it! Can't even lie properly. Pathetic.
His eyebrows rose, "An interesting worm?"
"Yeah, but turned out to be a twig after all." Much better. More believable.
"O...kay." He still seemed skeptical, but dropped it.
We were both silent, on our way to the Pitch. Lost in our own thoughts. The silence was slightly awkward, but not unpleasant.
When we reached the Pitch, I sensed a shift in us. We were back in familiar roles; that of the encouraging coach, and the lazy student. I realised that both us could fit in both roles just as easily.
"Okay, so we're doing 2 rounds of 8 abdominal crunches each, I am doing 4, and in between each round we have to hold in a pose for about 20 seconds."
I nodded and we got to work. He was certainly fast when he demonstrated, and I tried to be just as fast as him. But he shook his head.
"You'll only get tired. Go slow. Feel the pain in your stomach."
He was right. The pain was not piercing, but was building slowly. The best way to describe it was the feeling of stomach-gnawing hunger multiplied by 5. I had to take several breaks in the middle when I simply could not bear the pain anymore, and Fred was ever patient with me.
I would probably never say that to him, but was a great coach. He struck just the right balance between being helpful and not making me feel babied; between being more knowledgeable but never feeling like a teacher or superior to me. I was immensely grateful for that, for my ego wouldn't have handled it otherwise.
When we were finally done with that day's exercise, both of us dropped to the ground and lay down for about 10 minutes. He told me that it was a form of meditation, a way of cooling the body down, but I took it as an excuse to fall asleep. To be fair, like I told him when he teased me about it later, my body did fall into a trance, where my body was asleep, my heartbeat was slower, breathing was even, and only my mind wandered sluggishly. It was fairly close to full-blown sleep.
I would say my first day of training went fairly well. Now I just had to keep it a secret from Lucy, Al and Scorp.
Over the course of the following weeks, Fred and me established a routine. He would wake me up at half past four, we would run around the Lake, head to the Pitch for core exercises and refrain from eating fat later. It was working pretty well, even though I loathed waking up in the morning and would ignore Fred till he threatened cold water. I felt stronger and fitter, no longer tired from the constant walking around the castle to get to classes. I didn't look in the mirror much, even though it was more because I didn't have any time to. The occasional glance informed me I looked better too. My curves never went away, and there was a lingering softness on my torso which meant I didn't have any abs, but my arms and legs were bulkier. I even gained one or two inches of height.
Lucy, Al and Scorp didn't kick up a huge fuss when they found out, thankfully. I explained that I had the annoying habit of telling everybody whenever I started something and usually stopped very soon after. I wanted to make sure that this was long-term before I told my friends. They were a little put out, especially Albus, but came to terms with it after a week. Lucy teased me mercilessly that I got to train or 'lust' over who I considered the hottest Weasley, and that that was surely the reason I hadn't given it up by now.
When Christmas arrived, I decided to stay back at Hogwarts so I gave my parents a bigger surprise around Easter. The Weasleys, Potters and the Zabini left, of course, as it was tradition in their homes to gather all for Christmas. Scorpius was spending Christmas at the Potter's, and I was invited to do the same. However, I declined, eager to have Hogwarts to myself again, catching up on my reading, and taking a break from my exercising. My parents were terribly disappointed, and I felt guilty for not spending time with my family. Dev decided to stay as well, so they were mollified and decided to vacation to a sunny, warm place in Southern India.
I woke up on Christmas Eve, all alone in my dorm. It was a very pleasant feeling, like I was sharing some secret with Hogwarts. The House Elves had decorated the castle with holly and mistletoe sprigs, and well as red and green lights and banners. The decorations reminded me of my brother, and I decided to spend some time with him.
I was in the middle of a conversation with the Fat Lady when he exited the Tower.
"Sunita! What are you doing here?" he asked in pleasant surprise.
"Checking on my brother."
"Ah… I shall leave you to it then. See you at breakfast." he smiled innocently and ran.
"Very funny. Really hilarious!" I shouted at his retreating back. In a split second decision, I decided to follow him. What the heck? We were alone anyway.
I grinned at our childishness as we raced to the Great Hall in track pants and sweaters from home. Thanks to my new found sports, I was able to keep up with him easily, even being the first one to make it to the Gryffindor table. I smirked smugly while panting.
"How. Did. You. Do. That?" he panted.
"You. Under. Estimate. Me." I panted back, "How. Scand. Dalous."
"Let's. Eat. First." he gestured.
I nodded and we dove into the delicious food. The Hogwarts House Elves were the best cooks in the world, even though all Weasleys insisted that Mrs Weasley, their Gran, was the best. I disagreed. The scones, toast, cereal and pancakes tasted like straight-up heaven, and no ol' grannie could make them better, I was sure of it.
Once satiated, he asked me again.
"No seriously, you were never this sporty before."
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Have you ever considered that it's you who is out of shape?" I smirked at him.
He scoffed. "I have been practising my flying for 3 months, and attended all Gryffindor Quidditch practices. The only way you could keep up was if… if you practised too."
"Is that such a preposterous idea?" I asked.
"But you're so lazy!" he exclaimed.
I sighed. "And you're rude. For your information, I have been practising."
His eyebrows shot up. "You want to join the team?"
"Why? Afraid of going up against me?" I asked, a small smile playing my lips.
"No. I know I am better than you." he grinned.
"We'll see, little brother. We'll see."
His grin dropped. "So, you are joining the team."
"Nah, I am not into playing Quidditch." I was grinning now.
"I knew it!", he looked a little relieved, "I was afraid that I don't know you anymore!"
Those few words struck a chord with me. Dev and I had never been close in the classic sense of the word. We fought a lot growing up, shared in jokes, played with each other, discovered our magic together and comforted each other whenever my parents fought. I kept a lot from him, and I think he kept things from me, too. He admired me, always wanting to do everything I did and being hugely jealous when I left for Hogwarts. We made up when I brought him lots of souvenirs and taught him how to use his accidental magic. But since we were both at the boarding school we saw each other much lesser than we used to, and he grew into a handsome young boy without us noticing. We drifted apart, knowing less and less of each other, preferring to stick to our circles of friends. This year I realised that once I leave Hogwarts thing would be much worse, so we needed to spend more time together. But I didn't say anything.
"Don't worry. You will be the only Quidditch star in our family."
He grinned again. "So… what do you want to do? We today and tomorrow to spend with each other."
"Didn't any of your friends stay back?"
"No, they've all gone home except Xavier. His parent's have gone skiing." Xavier was another Muggleborn that Dev had made friends.
"So he's all alone? You don't want to neglect him, do you?" I didn't want him to ignore his friend, especially around Christmas time.
"No, no, he has an elder brother, Phil. He's here as well. He's in Ravenclaw, your year." Dev explained.
"Xavier is Phil Turpin's brother?" That peaked my interest. Phil Turpin, a quiet Ravenclaw from my year was my main competitor in terms of grades. And I had maybe harboured a tiny crush on him in Second Year.
"That's what I said. Do you know him?"
"Not really. We just really battle to be the best in our year." I shrugged.
We sat in silence for a while. I looked up at the teacher's table and smiled at Professor McGonagall, even though I was intimidated by that woman, and smiled much wider at Professor Flitwick and Professor Porter, our Muggle Studies teacher. Al, Scorp and even Dev were surprised when I chose Muggle Studies in Third Year. I loved the subject, mostly because I aced all my tests and because I found my teacher wonderful. It truly was fascinating to see the wizard's take on things I had taken for granted all my life. The only other Slytherins who had chosen the subject were John Bates, our Seeker, and his best friend Nick Carter. Bates was a pureblood with very liberal parents, and Carter was a half-blood.
Dev pulled me back to the present with his next question.
"So what do you want to do today?"
"It hasn't snowed yet, so we can't go out. We could play Gobstones or chess, but that's boring. I don't want to listen to music, it has old music on it anyway, and I am not playing Quidditch with you." I ticked off.
Suddenly he had a wistful look on his face. "You know what I miss? TV." he sighed. "This would be a wonderful time for a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. or Gilmore Girls marathon."
I clapped my hands, excited. "You're a genius! We can do that, why didn't I ever think?"
"Come with me."
I ran out of the Great Hall, this time feeling full and pursued by a confused Dev. I was a little slower because of the food we had eaten, but was still up in the Owlery in no time.
"What are you doing?" he asked, irritated now.
"You'll see." was my cryptic reply. My wand was drawn and I conjured a piece of parchment and a Quill out of thin air. I grabbed them and started writing.
I realise that you just left Hogwarts, but I wanted to place an express order for a device that will allow me to watch old episodes of Muggle TV shows at Hogwarts. Please tell me your Dad has invented something like that. If he has, can you also please send over all episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and Gilmore Girls? I will pay you later. Please send these ASAP, as me and my bro plan on having a Muggle Marathon.
Thanks in advance,
PS: Don't worry, I will send you a proper long letter later.
I tacked on the postscript so he wouldn't be offended. Then I called out to my favorite Owl, Merida, and asked her to bring the letter to Fred.
Once she was flying away, I finally faced my impatient brother.
"I might have found a solution to what we can do today. But till then, we are going to the Gryffindor Common Room and chill there. You can hang out with Xavier, and maybe I will have a proper conversation with Phil, if he's there. Okay?"
"Yeah, fine, but what did you do?" he asked.
"It's my Christmas present to you." I said, even though the idea just popped into my head.
"Fine." he grumbled. "Don't tell me."
Talking to Phil was surprisingly pleasant. We spent around 2 hours together while Dev and Xavier did Merlin knows what and I waited for Fred's reply. I expected him to be rude, mean and snooty, and myself to be cold because of our rivalry. But he was really nice, friendly and made me laugh a lot. I learned a lot about him, and in return he learned some things about me. I enjoyed our conversation, but I was still ecstatic when Fred's package arrived.
Bidding goodbye to the tall brunettes, Dev and I decided to find an abandoned classroom for our marathon. I quickly arranged all the desks to the side, conjured mattresses, blankets and pillows which made a squishy camp. Then I opened Fred's gift. It turned out to be a small device with a slot for a USB drive, and had a small lens in front. On top was a stand to stick it to the ceiling and adjust the angle at which it hit the wall. I was truly amazed. George Weasley was a genius.
Fred had also sent a letter with the package.
You broke my heart! Here I was, so happy that you already missed me, and you only wanted something from me! I am scandalized. You better deliver that proper letter soon, and I might just consider continuing your training.
I am not giving you another Christmas present, so no need to pay.
I laughed. He was so dramatic if he wanted to be.
We decided to start with Gilmore Girls. It was wonderful to watch Lorelai and Rory go about their drama and wonderful banter. Dev and I laughed, groaned and smiled nostalgically. We had really missed TV, one of the more pleasurable Muggle Inventions that did not have a parallel in the Wizarding World.
"Damn it, Dean, why do have to be such an arse?" Dev grumbled.
I smirked. "Told you Jess is better."
"Dean is better looking." he replied.
I had to agree. "Checkmate. That jaw... "
He laughed. "You are such a sucker for good looks."
"Hey! I am most certainly not!", I exclaimed in indignation.
He gave me a look. "Yes, you are."
I scoffed. "If I was, I would never have been able to keep my hands off practically every one of my friends."
"Hey, whatever you do or do not do with you friends is between you and them." he said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Okay!" I said loudly, "that is enough of this conversation. I want to watch Emily be hilarious."
He grinned in victory and we both returned our attentions to the moving images on the wall.
The rest of the christmas holidays was spent with my brother, reading, and talking some more to Phil. I got a load of gifts this year, from Roxanne, Molly, Lucy, Albus, Scorpius and from my parents. They were all mostly books, though Molly had given me a bottle of perfume. I was pretty happy with the haul, not the least because it was more than ever before.
New Year's Eve, all the Hogwarts professors invited the remaining students to the Astronomy Tower. It was beautiful, as usual, and this time more intriguing since I happened to be standing next to Phil at midnight. As the elder students paired off for a brief kiss, he looked at me slightly awkwardly. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. When I pulled away, he was blushing furiously and had a huge grin on his face. I laughed at his reaction and moved to wish my brother a very Happy New Year.
The arrival of my friends was very highly anticipated, and the reunion felt wonderful. I had missed all of them, and as they regaled me with tales of their own, I vowed to go home the next Christmas.
One day in mid-February I was roaming the halls of Hogwarts when I bumped into Roxanne. Literally.
"Hey!" I greeted her, taking in her red cheeks and stupid grin on her face.
"Oh, hey, Su, how are you?" She looked really flustered.
I raised an eyebrow. "You saw me at breakfast."
"Oh...right." she said, flushing a deeper shade of red.
"Spit it out. Why are you blushing?" I decided to be blunt.
"Oh…ummm…" she stammered, and met my eye, "Frank asked me out to Hogsmeade."
I smiled widely, pleased. "That's wonderful."
She nodded mutely, as if unable to believe it herself.
"You said yes, I hope?"
"Of course I did!" she looked at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Aren't you going to ask me about it? How he did it?"
I smirked. "If you want to tell me. I wouldn't want to force out of you the details of how he pushed you against a wall, snogged you thoroughly, and then whispered the question in your ear, panting."
She looked mortified. "He didn't do that!"
I laughed. "Just kidding."
"He was very sweet, actually. He asked me share my notes from History of Magic, and then wrote it on the notes." She looked ridiculously charmed.
I smiled gently. "Well, if you're happy, then enjoy next Saturday."
We said goodbye and I continued down the corridor, deciding to keep this news from Fred, especially after James's reaction to Molly dating Malcolm Jones, and had seen Malcolm sporting a bloody eye. Molly had been furious, and refused to talk to James for weeks when he broke up with her. Fred was more composed than his counterpart of Jed, but I had a feeling he wouldn't take this lightly.
I was right. He didn't take the news lightly.
"What?" he growled, in a low dangerous voice.
Albus, Scorpius and I had been coincidentally crossed paths with Jed (James and Fred, in case you forgot) at the exact moment he noticed his sister hand-in-hand with Frank Longbottom, Jr. It clicked right away what was going to happen, and I sprinted to Fred.
"Fred!", I yelled, on may towards the fuming boy.
His head turned towards me, showed surprise for a moment, before remembering the source of his rage. I reached him 30 seconds later, just as he was about to walk towards the happy couple.
"Fred!" I put my hands on his chest. He didn't react, eyes fixed on something in the distance.
"You're being rude, you know. At least acknowledge I am talking to you." I quipped lightly.
He met my eyes. "You knew, didn't you."
"Look, I know you're mad…" I began, "even though I don't understand why. But, listen to me Frederick Weasley, you are not going to go over there and spoil your sister's happiness."
He looked down. "I don't want her to get hurt.", he said in a voice filled with anguish.
"I know that," I replied softly, "I have a younger brother too, you know, and want to protect him from prejudice, and hate. But you can't lock her up and take away her happiness."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, hurt.
"It wasn't my secret to tell. And I didn't want to betray her trust. Look, Fred, let's admit that you are one of Hogwart's biggest girl-magnets. And I am sure that you like them back too."
He raised his eyebrows, calmer. "And where exactly are you going with this conversation?"
"Some of the girls have brothers too, you know. Can you imagine their reactions to you?" I asked him.
I continued, "And you know Frank Longbottom very well. Do you honestly think he is going to intentionally going to do anything hurt Roxanne? He knows exactly how you Weasley boys are."
He half-smiled at that. My logic was foolproof. But I sensed hesitation.
"I have to do something."
I smirked widely. "I didn't say you should do nothing. But there is a time and place, my friend. And a limit." I added at the mischievous look that entered his eyes.
"Don't scare him off. Got it." he grinned, rubbing his hands together.
I decided it was safe to step away. "He grew up with you, I doubt you can intimidate him." I snorted.
"We'll see." He grinned one last time, and hurried into the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
I waited till he was out of sight, and did a little celebratory jiggle before catching sight of Albus and Scorpius' incredulous faces and laughing out loud.
I was truly crazy.
A/N: Pooh, that was a super long chapter. Hope to deliver more of these in the near future. Enjoy, and please tell me what you think! (which is a polite way of saying PLEASE REVIEW.