More Than That

Chapter 1

"I'm going to kill him," Sage muttered as she looked at her clothes in shock. "I am going to kill him."

She was standing in front of her closet in her room that she shared with Hermione, dressed only in a towel that was slowly soaking up more and more water from her dark, dripping hair as she looked at her half of the closet that was all stained the same shade of pink. The second she saw the clothes, she immediately knew who the culprit was.

She cursed him angrily as she threw her towel to the floor before reluctantly changing into a pair of light pink jeans with a pink sweater over the top, a pair of pink underwear and a pink bra to match - because of course he couldn't leave her with any dignity. When she looked in the mirror, she immediately cringed at how the color clashed with her tanned skin.

It wasn't that she didn't like pink - she wasn't one of those girls who absolutely hated it because it was too girly, but her whole closet? That was an issue.

She angrily stomped out of her room and quickly made her way over to the boys' dorms, a pink flush gracing her cheeks to match her outfit when she noticed that there were students in the common room to see her fun outfit.

She pounded on the door, not caring if she injured the wood with her forceful knocks. After a few moments, he opened the door and leaned against the door frame with his arms across his chest, looking down at her with a smug look.

"Fred," she started angrily. She could practically feel steam coming out of her ears.

"Yes, Sage?" He asked innocently.

"Reverse it."

"Reverse what?" he asked with faux cluelessness. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about." His eyes trailed over her body that was clad in pink clothes by his doing.

"Reverse my closet or I swear to Merlin I will chop your bollocks off with a-"

"Ohhh, you're closet," he said as if he suddenly remembered, interrupting her. "I just brightened it up a bit, don't you think?".

"Reverse my fucking closet, Fred."

"Alright, alright, no need to get your knickers in a twist. Your pink knickers, that is," he said and amusedly looked down to where the underwear laid underneath her pants, seeming to be imagining what they looked like at the moment. "Let's go, shall we?" he asked after he finally looked back up to her face.

She didn't say anything, instead just glared at him and led him back to her room.

"You're cute when you get all mad," he said and patted the top of her head as if she was an animal. "You look like an angry kitten."

She smacked his hand off of her head with a huff. "Just change my clothes back, Fred," she said as she opened the door to her room.

He nodded with an amused look on his face and then made his way over to her closet and muttered something under his breath with his wand out. Her monochrome clothes slowly started to change back to their original colors, and she felt like her breath had finally entered her lungs again.

One of the things that pissed her off the most about Fred was how bloody good he was with magic - especially when it came to spells and jinxes. It was unbelievable how many he knew; she had no idea where he learned them from or how he even had the time to learn them all. It had been like that for years - him always knowing a spell to pants someone or trip them. He even put a full face of makeup on Ron one time without him noticing.

That's why she could never reverse his stupid pranks, the magic was always far too advanced and she couldn't find the spells anywhere, no matter how hard she looked.