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twelve | party

man i keep switching into harry's pov its not ok

for the sake of the story, pretend harry's room is at the front of the house. so basically flip the layout. if it dont make real life sense then fuck that cuz this is wattpad.

~no pov

Harry James Potter was terrified of socialising. Going out, talking to people, being around a lot of teenagers? Mortifying.

What was he was even more terrified of? His "family." But he was also afraid of missing out, something he does often. Seeing people post on their stories of them having fun and actually living their youth well made Harry want to die.

So sometimes, he took risks. Like when he actually left after Ron broke the bars off his window. He could've stayed, but he didn't.

That week, Harry didn't go home or go to school. He hid out at the Granger's, no questions asked. Those kinda moments were when Harry was most grateful for his friends.

Harry was sitting on his windowsill, waiting for his friends to come pick him up. Overnight, Harry's room was locked. No one ever went into his room, so that left opportunity to sneak out.

He didn't sneak out often, but when he wanted to, he could. He had stolen headphones in, listening to music and smoking a cigarette, as he waited. 

When he got the text, he climbed out of the window and onto the mini-roof. He then climbed down the pipe and ran over to the end of the road. Ron was in a car with Hermione and the twins. Harry loved Fred and George. 

"Hiya, Harry." Fred greeted.

"We missed you." George piped in.

"Our favourite pranking test subject."

"Human lab rat."

"Messy-haired nitwit."

"Our youngest little brother nonetheless." George ruffled Harry's hair, turning around from the passenger seat. 

"You excited for the party, Little Nerd?" Fred asked, taking his eyes off the road.

Hermione slapped his arm. "I am not a nerd, nor am I little. And keep your eyes ahead of you, idiot."

"Someone's in a bad mood."

"She needs to get laid."

"Will people stop saying that!" Hermione groaned. She was so fed up, and quite honestly ready, that she decided she would hook up with someone at the party. 

With who, she was unsure. She remembered making a pact with Harry saying if they're both still loveless virgins at eighteen, they would sleep together just to get it over with.

But honestly, they were like siblings. And decided that in year eight.

"Hermione, I would gladly pop your cherry for you." Fred grinned, and almost swerved into a tree when a fist slammed into his arm. 

"Freddie, that's not appropriate. She's our brother's girlfriend." George scolded.

"Girlfriend?" All three of them in the back asked. 

"We're not dating." Hermione scoffed. "And you'd have to pay me four billion pounds to get in bed with you." 

At the traffic light, Fred quickly scribbled something down and handed it to the brunette. 

four billion pounds

Hermione laughed and put it in her purse. It wasn't a bad idea, to be fair, but Ron was right there. Her small crush on Fred was surely not something she'd tell the gingers.