Chapter 12

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Davin was now easily understanding the concept of a headache. Her ears kept ringing and her brain felt all dizzy; all of the excitement from the match scrambled her head.

The large group was making its way back into the campsite, talking- no, shouting about the recent events. Davina was incredibly impressed how the Weasley twins were right: Ireland won, but Krum found the snitch. They won the bet with Bagman and the boys were jumping and yelling about how lucky they got.

"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they were both crushing Davina between them, probably trying but failing miserably to show their happiness through a hug.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."

Mr. Weasley looked like he wanted to ask what their big plans were, but a quick nod from Davina told him that actually he'd rather not know.

When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed. Hermione, Davina and Ginny went into the next tent. Although Davina didn't get to arrive yet when she felt a strong grip on her arm and she was pushed away from the other girls.

Without putting much thought, she quickly threw her leg into the other person's knee, swinged her free arm around their neck and used her enhanced strength to push them onto the ground. Loud groans escaped from their throat and when Davina noticed the red hair and tall frame, she let go as fast as she could.

"Fred you fucking cunt!" she cried.

Fred turned his body around to face her angry look "I am the cunt? Why the fuck did you try to kill me?" he asked in a hoarsely tone, due to the pain in his leg.

"If you wouldn't have sneaked on me then you wouldn't be moaning now!" Davina argued while extending her hand for him to take.

He was gladly pulled up, but he quickly pulled her in by her waist, their faces close as he stared into her hazel eyes.

"Honestly Montenegro, that was fucking hot." He murmured to her, which made Davina smirk, remembering that she always gets what she wants.

"And you looked adorable on the ground, at my mercy." She replied, feeling very proud of herself. She freed herself from his chest and took a step back, allowing Fred to miss their closeness.

He simply scoffed but added with an eyebrow raised. "Where did you even learn self-defense?"

Nagini knew she had to invent a lie fast; she shrugged her shoulders. "They teached us at the orphanage."

"Are they preparing you for a war or something?"

Nagini thought about how much training she put herself through before she started her mission, exactly for a new war to arise. "Yeah, something like that." She tried to change the subject. "Anyway, why did you pull me aside?"

Fred sat himself down on the grass and pated his lap for her to sit on, all of that while smirking and sending her his special wink. Davina rolled her eyes in amusement, but quickly sat between his legs, while hers were on either side of his torso.

"You are a kinky bastard, do you know that?" she whispered while softening his hair with her palm.

He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it. "I'm only kinky with the people I adore."

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