𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 - 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

Chapter Thirteen

"DINNER'S READY!" yelled Molly from the kitchen.

A sound like thunder echoed through the house as nine kids (Charlie, Percy, Me, Fred, George, Amber, Lyra, Ron and Ginny) sprinted downstairs, all eager to eat whatever delicious meal Molly had cooked.

As we all reached the kitchen, she told us to come outside, as there were too many of us to eat inside. We eagerly followed her, sitting down at the two connected tables in the garden.

Everyone sat down and began eating and talking. Amber, Lyra and I discussed the Diggory boy we had seen at Hogwarts and in the village, talking about his good looks.

After dinner, I begged Molly to let Amber and Lyra stay the night, and she finally gave in. We then asked Remus, and he said yes (HE'S AWESOME). I took Amber and Lyra up to my room where Molly had already conjured two camp beds for them, and handed them some spare pajamas I had.

"They're my old ones that I outgrew, but I'm a bit taller than you guys, so they should fit." I said, closing the door and going into Fred and George's room.

They were sitting on their beds, and Fred was teasing George about Lyra. "You like her, you like her!" taunted Fred.

"Shut up!" muttered George, his face, neck and ears scarlet.

I sat next to him, throwing my arm over his shoulder. I looked into his hazel eyes with a serious expression on my face. "You like her, Georgie." I said. "You like Lyra."

George sighed. "Not Lyra. I like Amber. I tricked you!" he grinned at Fred and I, who both looked utterly bewildered.

"What?!" we said together.

George nodded. "Yup. I like Amber!"

A smirk spread across my face. "Ok, then. You like Amber, you like Amber!" I teased.

"Stop! Go back to your room!" George said, playfully slapping my arm.

"Fine." I said, rolling my eyes and walking out of their room. I knocked on my door to hear, "Come in!" from Lyra. I walked in and sat down on my bed.

"I'll get changed quickly, then we can play truth or truth!" I grinned, grabbing my pajamas and going into the bathroom to get changed.

I put on my pajamas, putting my clothes into the washing basket. Then the door opened and Fred walked in, wearing a towel around his waist.

"How many times is this going to happen in our lives?!" I exclaimed, running back into my room.

"Sorry!" Fred called out, going into the bathroom.

I walked into my room, closing the door and sitting on my bed, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. I looked at Amber and Lyra, who were in sleeping bags, and grinned evilly.

"I'll go first." I said. "Amber! Do you like anyone, and if so, who?"

Amber shifted around awkwardly. "Erm, yeah, I do." she said.

"Who?!" I demanded, leaning over to her. Lyra smirked.

"Er... I like... umm... A person!" she exclaimed.

Lyra rolled her eyes and I scoffed. "I'll eventually get it out of you." I said. "Right then, your turn."

"Lyra!" she said. "Who do you like? I mean, I know, but Mar doesn't."

Lyra blushed. "Um... I like Cedric Diggory." she said.

"Ooooooh! Good choice!" I said.

"Thanks. Anyway, Mar! Who do you like?" she asked.

I froze. "Uh... I uh..." I stuttered.

"Whoooo?" Amber and Lyra taunted.

"F-Fred." I mumbled, looking out of the window.

They both sat back, looking at me in amazement. "Fred?" Amber asked. I nodded. "Well, you're fantastic at concealing your feelings! We had no idea! I don't think he does either!" she said.

"No, I don't think he does." I said. I could feel my cheeks burning, as they always did when I was embarrassed.

"Well, he definitely likes you back!" said Amber. "We need to get you two together!"

My head shot up. "H-he likes me?" I asked.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "It's so obvious! The way he looks at you, we can tell in an instant! It is necessary that you two get together, or we will DIE!"

I chuckled. "Ok, but isn't it a bit soon? I mean, we're only eleven!"

"Well, when are your birthdays?" asked Amber.

"Mine is March 22nd, his is April 1st." I said.

"That's soon enough! You'll be twelve then!" said Lyra.

"I don't know..." I said. "It's still so soon! Why not wait a few years?"

"A FEW YEARS?" yelled Amber.

"Please?" I begged.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine. One?"

I rolled my eyes. "One."

"Tomorrow it is!" she joked. I lightly punched her arm, then turned the light out and wrapped my duvet around me.

"Goodnight, guys." I said, looking out of the window at the almost-full moon.

"Goodnight." Amber and Lyra said together.

I stared at the moon without seeing, lost deep in the rushing river that was my thoughts.

I wonder if Fred really does like me... I'm sure Amber wouldn't lie, but I don't know...

These thoughts stayed with me for a few hours until I finally fell asleep, with the thought of Fred imprinted in my mind.