Gred and Forge?

8 ~ A Day In Hogsmeade

It was finally the weekend and the teachers hadn't waisted anytime in piling us with mountains of essays and boring homework.

I lay in bed, thinking of all the homework I had. Quirrell had asked for two full rolls of parchment on the werewolf, McGonagall wanted one roll of parchment on animagi. Professor Trelwaney our divination asked us to record our dreams every night for a month. Snape the slimy bollocs wanted three rolls of parchment on shrinking solutions. Professor sprout wanted us to write about how to harvest puffapods, Binns our History of Magic teacher, wanted an essay on medieval witch burnings and lastly Flitwick our charms teacher wanted us to have perfected the freezing spell by our next class.

I groaned loudly and rolled over, burying my face into the pillow at the realization of the work.

My stomach growled loudly making me get out of bed and get dressed.

Alicia and Angelina were still snoring loudly so I decided to go see if Fred and George were awake feeling the need to have company with me.

I walked slowly up the steps towards the boys dormitory. Opening the door quietly and creeping in. I could see Fred and George sleeping silently in their beds, well at least they don't snore like Alicia and Angelina. God it's like sharing a room with two middle aged men.

I walked towards Georges bed and poked his face repeatedly. He didn't budge. I shook his arm "georgiee" I whispered in a sing song voice. Nope that didn't work either. God he's a heavy sleeper. There's only on way to wake this one up I decided to jump on the bed then fall flat on his stomach. "Geroff" was all I heard before i fell straight on to his stomach. Well 'that woke him up' I thought to myself as I got off George allowing him to sit up properly.

I walked towards Fred and say him fast asleep. Awee he looked so cute and - woah what was that, ehh do I... Fancy Fred. No I can't he wouldn't fancy me anyway.

"Oh my God you DO fancy Fred," George said to me with his mouth open wide. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes you did, well by the way Fred Fancy's you to" George smirked at me causing me to blush heavily.

Fred?, Fred? Wake up I said , shaking him roughly. God I think he's a heavier sleeper than George.

George leaned over and said loud enough for me to hear "Hey, Fred? Sky's here, and she's got no shirt on." Fred sat straight up in bed and looked around. I shot a glare at George who was now rolling around on the floor laughing.

"Ugh come on, I'm starving" I said walking out the door heading towards the common room.

Ten minutes later the twins finally showed up. "Finallyyyy" I said dragging them towards the the portrait door, towards the great hall.

I sat down and immediately pilled my plate high with hash browns, eggs , sausages, toast and beans. "Woah for a small person, you really can eat" Fred said putting eggs on his plate, while George placed his head on table and began sleeping.

"What?, I'm hungry" I said. "And I need to get Izzy a birthday present" I said to Fred. "Oh yea, the little spuds a year old next week... She's small for a one year old." He said taking a bite of his toast. "Yea she was 3 month premature. I remember the day I first met her, she was so tiny and was in this little box thing with tubes attached to her... I remember putting my hand into the box and she grabbed my pinky in her hand. It was so cute... I just wish James was about to meet her... He would have loved her," I said.

I never told Fred that James' death was the reason that Izzy was born so early. Mum was doing terrible and a week and a half after his death... she tried killing herself, only that I was there to find and call for dad who took her St Mungo's. I waited for hours, but when dad came out to take me to see my mum and new baby sister, I knew we where going to be alright.