𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 34

It was finally September 1st.

Harry's trial had gone smoothly and now he was safely with his friends in his train compartment. Sirius had seen them off as Padfoot at Kings Cross, as well as Tonks who was in a foul mood after Mad-Eye had called her Nymphadora during the morning.

All that were left on the platform now were a few loitering seventh years, a few lost first years and muggle-borns, and Remus, who was hugging Natasha. It was very clear now that Tonks had an extreme liking towards Remus, but he had rejected her advances, which Natasha grumbled about.

"Give her a chance Uncle Moony," Natasha whispered in his ear as they hugged. Fred and George were only a few feet behind her, patiently waiting so that they could all meet Lee together on the train.

"Natasha, I'm way too old for her, and I'm poor and with my condition any children of ours could potentially be cursed," he said, trying to reason with her, but Natasha stood her ground, finally letting go of him.

"Bullshit Uncle Moony. She loves you so much, and you don't know if your condition could be passed down. Either give her a chance or I won't come home for Christmas and I'll make dad sad," she threatened, hoping it would work.

Remus tried to stay strong, but he cracked under her intimidating stare. "We'll see," he finally grumbled, pecking her forehead and ruffling her hair. Natasha grinned and grabbed Fred's hand, dragging him onto the train.

"She will definitely be the death of me," he muttered, before apparating out of Kings Cross and back to Grimmauld Place.

~.~

Dinner was about to start when Dolores Jane Umbridge decided to exist.

Natasha's mouth was salivating thinking of the pumpkin pasties that were about to pop out thin air, when she heard the tiny pink heels trot up to Dumbledore. Instantly her head snapped to the toad-faced woman, and she scowled at her, baring her teeth.

Ron snorted at the sight of her and a few other Gryffindor's laughed at Natasha's expression, some frightened by her. Every seventh year knew of her power and ancestry, and it was never wise to go against her, especially when she was pissed.

As Umbridge rattled on, Natasha's grip on her wand tightened, and eventually Fred had it to ease it out of her hands, kissing her knuckles. She groaned and lay her head on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar warm scent.

She noticed how Seamus was glaring at Harry, and how Felicity was still glaring at her, but there was something different about the whole feast this year. Cho Chang looked miserable at her table, as Ravenclaw girls and boys alike rubbed her back sympathetically, glaring at Harry.

The Hufflepuff's were all down, apart from the wide-eyed first years who couldn't read the room. Even Professor Sprout was down, and it was a difficult task to ever wipe the smile off of her face.

It was then that she realised she still didn't know who the Head Boy was. She had turned up to the Prefect's compartment on the train, but he was nowhere to be seen, so she had left promptly, to go sit with the boys.

Natasha looked around the hall, her craving for pumpkin pasties now swept aside as she searched for her counterpart. Amongst the gleaming prefect badges on the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, no Head Boy badge could be seen until her eyes met a particular boy's ones on the Slytherin table.

Adrian Pucey sat at the very back of the hall, a small smile on his face as he watched over the first years at the Slytherin table. As prejudiced as Natasha was against most Slytherin's, she didn't mind the boy, and often talked to him when walking to classes they shared.

Like her, he wanted to become an Auror, largely frowned upon by a majority of his house. He waved slightly to her and she returned his smile waving back. "Freddie," she whispered, as Umbridge continued to talk.

"I know who the Head Boy is." Fred turned his head around to see where Natasha was looking, and actually smiled when he saw who was going to be supporting his girlfriend.

"At least he's not a dickhead like Higgs or Warrington," he whispered back, and Natasha agreed, shooting Adrian one last look before finally realising Umbridge was finished. She bounced in her seat as Dumbledore slowly returned to his podium, and she locked eyes with him, almost daring him to talk.

"Eat!" was all he shouted, and with a pop, all of the food appeared, and Natasha tucked in, the people around her putting their hands up in surrender, passing her the large tray of pumpkin pasties.

The first year Gryffindor's at the other end of the table were excited as they tucked into their food, and Fred noticed a girl who looked a lot like Felicity giggling with Euan Abercrombie, whose ears were flushed a light pink.

He then looked over to Felicity, who was staring at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. As Natasha stood up to talk to the first years, he raised his eyebrow at Felicity, who jumped and diverted her eyes.

Meanwhile, Natasha was animatedly talking to the first years, recommending wizarding books to the muggle-borns and talking about Gryffindor house. The girl who Fred had spotted shot her hand up, and Natasha nodded, allowing for her to speak.

"You're so pretty Natasha, also, my name is Ashley Pearce, you might know my sister Felicity. I love our house colours; do we win a lot?" The girl kept on firing questions and facts about herself, but Natasha's eyes widened in recognition at her last name.

"You're Felicity Pearce's sister?" she questioned, and Ashley nodded, stuffing some mash potato in her mouth. Natasha chuckled quietly to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. "You two are nothing alike."

~.~

Finally, everyone started to move, and the prefects directed the first years to the towers, warning them of the moving staircases. Fred, George, Lee and Natasha stayed behind, and they had started to leave when Adrian Pucey came up to them.

"Pucey," the twins said.

"Weasleys," he replied.

"Oh, for Godric's sake just because you are quidditch rivals doesn't mean you gotta be all weird now. Congrats Adrian on getting Head Boy," she said warmly.

"Same with you Natasha, although I think most people guessed that you were going to be Head Girl," he added, and Natasha grinned, grabbing Fred's arm.

"Well, I'll see you around Pucey, I've got a new room to decorate!" she squealed, and she ran off, dragging Fred behind her. He tried to stop to look at her ass, but she hit his arm lightly, laughing like a crazy woman.

Adrian nodded to the boys before heading off to the dungeons, leaving Lee and George to themselves alone in the hall. "We need a massive prank this year mate, any ideas?" Lee asked, and George's face grew a grin.

"I lived with two of the Marauders during summer. Boy do I have ideas. And the first one involves this very hall."