𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 - 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

Chapter Three

George and I reached the Burrow, and grabbed our jumpers off the doorstep. I draped mine over my arm, and George pulled his on.

I opened the door, and pulled out the newspaper. Arthur was sitting at the kitchen table, eating his pancakes. "Arthur, George and I went and got you a Muggle newspaper!" I said, throwing the paper onto the table.

Molly tutted disapprovingly as Arthur exclaimed with delight, thanked us and immediately began to read. George and I ran upstairs, throwing my satchel and jumper into my room and going to wake Fred up, only to find his bed empty.

I walked across the landing and put my ear to the bathroom door, hearing the shower running. "He'll be in there. Let's go wake Ron up instead!" I exclaimed, clambering up the rest of the stairs to the very top of the house.

I knocked on Ron's bedroom door, then threw it open. George and I could hear Ron's snores from the doorway.

I walked loudly over to him, bent down and yelled in his ear: "RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, WAKE THE BLOODY HELL UP!!"

He awoke with a start, scrambling away from me. "Mar! What was that for?!" he cried out, sitting up.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno, I just felt like waking someone up. George is awake with me," I gestured to the doorway where George was leaning against the door frame, smirking. "and Fred is in the shower, so I figured I'd wake you up!"

"But why not Percy? Or Charlie? Or Ginny? Or mum or dad, for gods sake!" he mused.

"Percy's awake, Molly and Arthur are downstairs in the kitchen, wide awake, and I didn't think of Charlie or Ginny." I replied, sitting on Ron's bed. His bedspread had the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team colour on it, bright orange.

"You do know that the Chudley Cannons are crappy Quidditch players, don't you?" I asked, looking around his room at all the posters papering the walls.

"Oh shut up!" yelled Ron, pulling the covers over his head. "Let me sleep, would you?"

I sighed in defeat, walking over to the door and closing it behind me. George and I trudged down the stairs and into my room.

I flopped down onto the bed, George sitting down next to me. We sat there for a while, looking around my room.

I had a couple of posters of the wizarding band, 'The Weird Sisters' stuck to my wall, one of them signed by all of the band members from a concert last year.

I had my broomstick propped against the wall in a corner, a good old Comet Two-Sixty. Rather than putting it in the broomshed outside, I preferred to keep it on display.

I had a bookshelf filled with books on Quidditch, Wizarding history, fairy tales and loads of other topics. On top of the bookshelf I had a fair few love notes from Muggle boys in the village who find me attractive propped up along the oak wood.

On top of my set of drawers, I had my mirror which had a moving picture of the entire Weasley family (and me) standing outside the Burrow from a few years ago, all of us waving at the camera.

At the back, Molly and Arthur stood, holding hands. Next to them stood Bill, his hair quite a bit shorter back then, and Charlie with his pet toad perched on his head.

In the middle stood Percy, actually looking happy for once, with Fred, George and I standing next to him, grinning.

In the front stood a tall six-year old Ron, with a five-year old Ginny sitting on the grass next to him, clutching her teddy bear.

The picture was in colour, and you could clearly see all the Weasleys red hair from about a mile away, while my brown hair was less noticeable.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and and Fred walked out, his wet hair a complete mess. He walked into my room as George and I burst into laughter.

"What? What is it? What are you laughing about?" demanded Fred. I pointed at the mirror and he walked over to it, staring in horror at his reflection.

"Do something!" he whined. "Make it be neat again! But messy at the same time." he added.

I got up from my bed, still laughing, and fetched his hairbrush from their room. I walked over to him and started brushing his hair roughly.

"Ow! That hurts!" cried Fred, holding a hand up to his head.

"Fine, I'll do it lightly then." I said, brushing his hair gently this time.

"Thank you, that's better." he said.

I rolled my eyes but kept brushing until all the knots came out. "There. Want me to style it now?" I joked, handing him his hairbrush.

"Yes please." he said, sitting at my desk.

I sighed, but stood behind him, parting his hair nicely. I leant over and brushed it out of his eyes, then decided it looked better if it was falling into his eyes.

"Ok, done." I said straightening up. I sat down on my beanbag as Fred thanked me.

"Can you do mine too?" pleaded George. "Pleeease??"

"Fine!" I said, walking over to him. "Gosh, I may as well just become a hair stylist!"