My Darling |Fred Weasley|

Chapter 4

*Narrator's POV*

Shooting up from her bed, Emery rose just to realize it was so early it was still dark outside. Deciding that it would be best if she got up now, Emery changed into a sports bra and some running shorts for an early morning jog.

She ran at a comfortable pace by herself and soon made it back to her dorm to take a shower in the bathroom that connected. *In this story, Emery's dorm only has one other roommate and also has a connected en-suite bathroom*

Once freshly showered, Emery began putting on her school uniform. Although her self from previous years seethed the clothes, now Emery presently would say she grew rather fond of them. Not only did they remind her of her favorite place, but they seemingly did wonders for her body.

Her blue plaid skirt was shorter now and came to rest nicely covering her bum. With Emery's new shape, the white button up seemed to be more tapered and complimented her curves and bust rather nicely. She admired herself for a minute before putting on her correlating house tie on her neck.

Although she always loved glamorous makeup looks and sleek hairstyles, she was honestly too lazy to actually do it. She settled on just mascara and lip gloss to be paired with her hair  in its natural state, wild loose curls and waves. By the time Emery was putting on her Doc Martens, Luna had already woke up and was finishing getting ready.

After heading out of her dorm and leaving the Ravenclaw tower, Emery made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. With her robe in her hand, she walked in and all eyes laid on her as they were yesterday. 

*Emery's POV*

As the harsh stares continued, I couldn't help but feel the growing heat on my cheeks. Both guys and girls alike starring me down, few with expressions of jealousy and disgust, but most with eyes glistening with lust.

Making my way to the Ravenclaw table felt like it was longer than it actually was. I wish I would have put on my robe before I walked in here. Every guy's eyes were glued either to my ass or tits and I couldn't help but listen to the little voice in the back of my head, telling me they were probably going to make fun of me.

As soon as I sat down, across from me, my green eyes met my best friend's familiar brown ones. Following our eye contact, he smiled and greeted me, "Good morning loser! Merlin I thought you got lost on your way over here or something. You took like 5 years".

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," I said as I picked up a waffle from his plate and bit into it.

"Well it doesn't matter now. Anyways, you missed dumble-whore's announcement," he said as he snatched the waffle back, "Apparently we will now be doing an 'arts and crafts' course here at Hogwarts".

"Arts and crafts?", I questioned as I began picking at the fruit in front of me and poping them into my mouth.

Swallowing his food, Greyson continued, "Yea. I think it's dumb but I guess it could be fun".

Nodding my head in agreement, We finished our food and when I to leave the Great hall, I felt a hand harshly slap my ass.

Gasping in shock, I turned around and my first reaction was to swing. . . So that's exactly what I did.

Moments later I found my eyes growing wide in shock when I realized Adrian Pucey was in front of me cupping his face in the spot I just hit him. He then looked at me and chuckled; "Damn Yates, nasty right hook you've got there," before I could think of something to say, he took a step closer and continued, "I know I shouldn't have touched but that skirt was just so tempting. I wonder if it's true what they say . . .", Pucey began to trail off.