Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 32 | Grimmauld

Sarah had been having a fantastic sleep, before Mrs Weasley's shout traveled up the stairs.

Sarah sat up slowly on the camp bed in Ginny's room, her eyes adjusting to the pink walls.

"Merlin's pants. It's like six in the morning," Ginny complained, flopping back into her mattress.

For a moment, Sarah considered snuggling back into bed for a moment longer, but Mrs Weasley shouted up the stairs again.

"WAKE UP! NOW!" Her voice echoed, a clear sound of distress in her voice.

Sarah kicked back her covers, placing her feet on the floor and giving herself a moment to get used to standing again. She then headed over to Ginny, who had a pillow over her face.

"Sounds serious, Gin," Sarah gave Ginny a shake, who let out an angry grumble.

"I hate waking up," Ginny muttered, throwing the pillow to the side.

Sarah stepped back as Ginny got out of bed, "Do you think we should get dressed?"

Ginny shook her head, "Nah. Come on, let's go."

Sarah and Ginny were the first downstairs, met by Bill. He was sat on the sofa in the living room.

"Morning," He chimed, sniggering at the two girls. Both looked as if they needed a hundred more hours sleep.

"Hey, why is Mum waking us up so early?" Ginny asked, falling into the sofa next to him.

"We're going to London," Bill replied, shuffling over so Sarah could sit down too.

"When?" Sarah asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"In a bit. Mum wants everyone to have breakfast and then pack," Bill answered. He opened a small box, revealing a fang earring.

"Cool," Sarah whispered, which made Bill grin.

Coming down the staircase, Fred and George appeared in the living room. They were both clad in pajamas and looking irritated.

"What's up with her? Waking us up at this time in the morning," George complained, slumping into an armchair.

"I'm tired," Fred said. Sarah had to stop herself from screaming at Fred's morning voice.

Whilst Sarah thought about several things that she never wanted Mrs Weasley to find out about, Fred squeezed into a gap in the sofa. Suddenly, Ginny, Bill, Sarah and Fred got a lot cosier.

"Fred. Get your fat ass off!" Ginny cursed, getting squished against the arm rest.

Bill, who was trying to put his earring in, poked himself, "Ow! Fuck!"

"Oh my god!" Sarah moaned slightly, but quickly disguised it as a painful groan.

Due to the commotion, the group hadn't noticed Ron coming downstairs. He glanced between George in the armchair and the four squished on the couch with annoyance.

"There's nowhere to sit," Ron complained, a tired expression upon his face.

"Sit on the floor," George suggested.

"Why don't we get Fred on the floor too?" Ginny asked through gritted teeth.

Sarah, who at this point could be considered undeniably horny, said, "No. Let him stay."

"Breakfast!" Mrs Weasley called from the kitchen, which made Ron grin.

The group all sat at the kitchen table, tucking into fried eggs, beans, toast and sausages.