Bianca Giovanni comes from a very wealthy Italian family from Milan. Her father decides to transfer her to Hogwarts as she begins her sixth year, she spends a week in the Weasley house before going back to school. Fred Weasley takes a liking to her...
'LETS GO KIDS' Molly voice rang out for about the a hundredth time that morning, it was currently around seven in the monring and we had all, well most actually, been awake since six. Ron, Harry and Fred were having more of a sleepier start.
I had made sure to do all my packing last night, so all i needed to so when i woke up was change. I had put on a mini skirt, knee high boots and a simple black top, i knew that id be changing into my new school uniform when i was on the train so i wasnt too fussed on what id be wearing.
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All of our bags had been sent of so that they were all at school in our dormitories for when we arrived, so i just bought a small purse with me with a charm on so it could fit all of my things nicely. I was waiting downstairs with the girls and Molly whilst George was helping his father get the car ready.
'Oh those silly boys, we must leave now are their most likely still asleep, girls would you mind terribly each going to wake one of them up?' Molly exclaimed, busily running around the kitchen packing us all lunches for the train ride.
We all nodded, Hermione was to wake up Ron and Harry with Ginny and i was to go and get Fred.
'This should be fun' I muttered to myself as i banged loudly on his door.
After hearing no response i yelled out 'I'm coming in'
The room was pretty dark but their was no sign of him still asleep.
I gazed about in complete confusion as to where the boy had wondered off too.
'Well hello princess' A deep voice called out from behind me, scaring the absolute life out of me.
'merda!' I exclaimed, placing a hand on my chest as i turned to face the boy who was behind me.
He chuckled to himself, pulling on a sweater.
'Your mothers been calling you for ages' I told him, not happy from that unpleasant surprise.
'I was brushing my teeth' He replied, the amusement still plastered on his face.
He then took a minute to look me up and down, leaning on he doorframe.
'Nice outfit' He said seductively, walking closer to me. I glanced up at him, suddenly remembering the other night, the two of us salone in my room.
One he was closer to me, he bent down, grabbing his bag from his bed, his lips level to my ears.
'Tiny skirt' he then whispered, his hand grazing my arse ever so slightly.
My breath hitched, i had to bite my tongue to stop myself my smiling.
He walked out of the door, stopping for a second as he looked back at me, stood still, cheeks a rosy pink.
'Coming love?' He asked, smirking.
Once everyone was awake, and outside, we were all getting packed into the car.
