Insufferable {Fred Weasley x O.C.}

Home At Last

Song: Just the Two of Us-Bill Withers and Grover Washington, Jr.

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"Oh my god, I remember that!" Solange giggled after her best friend Clara recalled the time they ran a shopping cart with her in it into a wall.

"Omg, and the time in History of Magic when you passed me a note saying you were so horny that you would let Malfoy fuck you!" Solange shot back.

Solange Ambrose and Clara Jane were sitting in a tent in the backyard of The Jane's house, soaking up all the summer they could get before they go back to a Hogwarts for their sixth year next week.

As the warm, but calming summer air turned chili, and the sun set, the girls continued to laugh and bring up memories. It was times like this that Solange felt she overlooked in her life. Around the only person she felt she could truly be herself around, Clara.

Soon, energetic turned to sleepy, and highly determined to stay awake, turned to dead asleep. Solange and Clara slept soundly together knowing they were the most important people in the world to each other.

***

The last week of summer went by all too fast, and soon Solange found herself boarding the Hogwarts Express, something she really enjoyed. She found a compartment with Clara, and they began their journey to another year at their second home.

Once Solange arrived at Hogwarts she made her way over to the Gryffindor table to see some of her friends Clara abandoned her to go see this guy she had been talking to, Theodore Nott.

Solange didn't necessarily think Theo was a great guy for Clara, but she could tell she really liked him.

"Oi, Solo!" Lee Jordan called Solange looked over to see a good friend of hers and sat next to him. "How was your summer?"

Before she could answer she was interrupted by a "Hey Solo." She looked across the table to see Fred Weasley, her sworn enemy, with a shit eating smirk on his face.

"Cap it Weasley, and It's Ambrose to you." Ever since her first year, Solange hated the Weasley Twins. Especially Fred. In her first year he had some stupid idea to charm her hair a fiery shade of orange, the signature Weasley color. When you look back at it now, it was nothing that serious, but to an eleven year old Solange Ambrose, it meant war.

"Oh, and my summer was fantastic, thank you Lee."

Soon the sorting and dinner ended, and Solange found herself all alone with her thoughts in her dorm.

What would this new year at Hogwarts bring her? Would she get good marks in her classes? Would she have an epic love? She signed at the thought, probably not.

The brown haired girl started a bath for herself to cleanse her mind of negative thoughts, and get ready for her first day at school.

***

The air was slightly chili, and fog blanketed the distant mountains. Solange and Clara were walking to their first class of the day, Potions, while comparing timetables, to see that they only had Potions, and Care For Magical Creatures Together. Great.

The two friends took a seat together near the back of the class and saw that they had a mixed class, with Slytherin.

Solange scanned the room, and unfortunately saw Fred and George Weasley, she locked eyes with Fred? That wasn't important right now. She then saw Theodore Nott, and nudged Claras shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows. In return she got a giggling eye roll. Nothing could ruin this day so far. Except...