his chosen one | harry james potter

We Are Complete Opposites

florence pov

"We need your help."

"Please Flo." Fred and George whined.

The twins want me to help them sell some prank candies they made this summer. Everyday they've been begging me because apparently I seem like the perfect 'chatty' type of person to help.

Whatever that means.

"Fine." I huffed, as I stood up from the common room couch and over to their trunk of candies. "But only because my lines are easy to remember."

"Works for us."

We all dragged the heavy Weasley & Weasley trunk over to where some first years were sitting and chatting.

"Skiving snack boxes." I introduced as I opened up the trunk to show the kids. "The sweets that will make you ill!"

"And can get you out of class whenever you like!" The twins finished as they sat down beside them.

"Obtain hours of pleasure from unprofitable boredom." I said enthusiastically, as I held out some fever fudges for them to try.

The first years each placed one in their mouths. Within seconds, their faces all turned bright red and steam was escaping from their mouths.

"Cool!"

"Blimey!"

"Awesome!"

They all cheered as they pulled out some shiny gold galleons.

The twins and I shared a quick look of success as more students began gathering round to see what we were selling.

"Flo!" Hermione called. "Stop scamming those poor first years. You and Ron promised to come study for OWLS with me in the library."

"Coming!" I turned to the twins. "Sorry guys, I did promise her."

They both groaned.

"We'll probably sell more now that you're hideous face is out the picture." Fred grinned.

I punched his arm and laughed. "Watch you're mouth or I'll slip a puking pastille in your lunch tomorrow, Freddie."

"Phht. Good luck with that."

I stuck my tongue out at the twins as I walked over to Hermione.

As we both left the common room, I glanced back to see Fred and George surrounded by first years with handfuls of galleons in the air.

Hermione and I met up with Ron in the courtyard, then walked to the library. We all sat down at a table near the back.

"Oi, where's Harry?" Ron asked. "I haven't seen him since he went to detention yesterday. He didn't meet us in the courtyard either."

They both turned towards me for an answer, but I just shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know."

"Some girlfriend you are."

I hit Ron's arm with my potions book. "I don't have to know his every location to be a good girlfriend, Ronald."

"He might just be off thinking somewhere. I mean, this whole Ministry thing is pretty messy." Hermione suggested.

"I just can't believe people don't believe him. He's never been wrong about it before, but nope. The Prophet could say one thing and everyone would believe it instantly." I ranted.

"And now he's got to worry about Lucius Malfoy and you-know-who." Ron huffed.

"You might as well say Voldemort now, Ronald." Hermione instructed.