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When Viola Lupin found out Harry Potter had bought all the sweets from the trolly, she automatically decided she didn't like him.
When Harry Potter heard Viola Lupin laugh at Draco Malfoy's joke, he au...
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Viola walked back down the trains carriage from going to the toilet, trying to find Neville, Seamus and Dean. About half way down she came across lavender blocking the way, stood next to the window of a compartment drawing on the glass.
Out of curiosity Viola peered over Lavenders shoulder to see Ron and Harry sat there unimpressed.
Lavender looked lovingly at Ron as she finished the love heart and ran away while Viola smiled at the two, sticking her middle finger up, flipping them off before carrying on down the train casually.
"Lovely" Harry commented at the pairs actions
"All she wants to do is snog me. My lips are getting chapped.look!" Ron said leaning over for Harry to look at his lips.
"I doubt Viola wants to snog you"
"No you tosspot, lavender"
"Well course. Vio would rather get run over the train than come near you"
"Fucking hell mate. Alright... not need to crush a mans ego. She's all yours, merlin"
Viola and the rest of the Weasley were in the Kitchen at the burrow while Harry, Mr Weasley and her parents all chatted in the living room. Viola assumed they were talking about Voldemort and the war and if she was being honest, did not want her Christmas to be a depressing one.
Once her parents and Mr Weasley had left Harry alone Mrs Weasley had sent Viola over to offer some of the food she'd just made.
Taking a seat next to Harry she showed him the tray.
"Pie?"
"Please" Harry said looking at her expectantly waiting for a few beats
"Well? Are you going to get your own fucking pie or? I don't have all day my arms are aching"
Harry rolled his eyes taking one off the tray.
"Hey Vivi?" Rosaleé beckoned her daughter out into the hallway.
Viola handed Harry the tray and followed her mother.
"Yeah?" Viola asked as her and her mother stood alone far away from everyone else "is everything alright?"
Rosaleé just hummed with a smile.
"You tell me"
"Wha-"
"What's that?" Rosaleé asked pointing to the faded bruising on her neck just above Violas collar of her jumper.
"What's what?" She asked hoping to throw her off
"That faded hickey. Righhhhttt there" Rosaleé poked on her neck.
"Whatttt...thats not a hickey! Is a bruise"
"A bruise? Really?"
"Yep"
"How'd you get it?"
"Quidditch bludger to the neck?"
"If that was true you'd probably be dead"
"Fine! You got me!" Viola sighed flinging her arms up in defeat
"Knew it!" Rosaleé laughed throwing her head back "so do you fancy Harry now or-"
"What? How did you know it was him?"
Rosaleé looked at her unimpressed.
"Here" she said pulling out a concealer and placing it on the faded yellow bruise "we can't let your dad see". Patting on the makeup the mark was completely covered and indistinguishable.
"Wow, you're good at that" Viola said looking at her neck "why are you carrying that around anyway?"
"Well I can't go to work with marks can I? And I've had a lot of experience"
Viola shivered "okay, didn't need to know that"
"I still can't believe you and Harry" Rosaleé whispered excitedly
"Please mum. It's not like that" Viola begged
Rosaleé snorted "that sounds familiar. Just you wait" she smirked "go and help Mrs Weasley set the table" she ushered as Viola walked off.
Rosaleé leant against the wall smiling to herself, she'd knew it would happen sooner or later.
"You own me 50 galleons James you prick" she whispered to herself as Remus walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He asked, face in her hair
"Just thinking about all the money I could of had if our friends didn't die" she replied
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I luv Vi and Rosas relationship
There's two types of girls: Lavender and then Viola
