HER, fred weasley

2 - the quidditch world cup

"I'm hungry," Ron complained as usual. We had been walking for what I think was two hours, my legs really hurt. But it would all be worth it, since we're going to THE Quidditch World Cup. I'd always been sporty as a child in the muggle world, keeping myself busy with soccer, dancing, and softball — so it was no surprise when I'd joined the Quidditch team as a chaser in my second year.

Sometimes I felt like Oliver Wood, there was a point my fourth year where Quidditch used to be my life. My father, a police man, had gotten injured in a chase. I wasn't allowed to leave Hogwarts to visit him so I had to keep my mind occupied. I think Oliver had taken sympathy on me, he let me practice with him everyday before and after dinner. In a way, we became close, if it weren't for that then he would've just been my 'captain'.

"Ron, you just ate half an hour ago," Hermione said, furrowing her eyebrows. "Maybe you should eat more protein, like eggs, so you won't get hungry as often."

He rolled his eyes and muttered something like shut up, Hermione.

"That's not very nice, Ronniekins," Fred teased, throwing an arm around Ron's shoulder.

"Yeah," George threw an arm around his other shoulder, "you could do without the carbs, little bro."

Thought it was lighthearted, I found it kind of harsh, I hope he wouldn't take it to heart. As I usually do, I stuck up for Ron. "You can't be talking, you pancake runner."

George scrunched his face up. "Pancake runner? What the hell is that?"

I laughed and hit him on the shoulder. "You, you big idiot. If my memory serves right, I recall you practically apparating downstairs yesterday for pancakes."

He frowned for a moment. "Hey, if it was waffles then you'd be doing that too."

Would I? Yes.

About half an hour later I was getting really sick of walking. We were just climbing random hills while Mr Weasley read a map.

Fred and George were busy whispering amongst themselves. "We can test it on the little firsties this year and—" Freds grin suddenly turned goofy. "Whatcha doin there, Callie?"

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and he was so tall that I was just hanging off of him. Fred moved his arms to hook underneath my legs. I don't know why that made my stomach feel tingly.

"Just hanging," I chuckled at my own (very bad) pun.

George took the rucksack off my back and carried it for me. "Ha-ha," He sarcastically laughed.

They got back into scheming, and I laid my head on Fred's firm shoulders, occasionally giving my input. Fred and George were beaters, but I'd especially noticed how broad and toned their shoulders were from swinging bats.

The vibrations of Fred's laughing and his steady heartbeat made my eyes drop, and I found myself dozing off into his neck.

***

"Hey trouble," Fred whispered, gently caressing my cheek, "it's time to get our seats."

I sat up carefully and rubbed my eyes, noticing that I was on the bottom of a bunk bed. Fred was kneeling, looking slightly dazed as a he stared at me.

"Why're you staring?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

His ears turned pink, a trait I noticed all the Weasley's had when they got embarrassed. "Nothing. You just looked like a cute little pygmy puff for a second. Don't worry, you're back to normal."