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...
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'Fred' I said, lightly shaking the fast asleep boy who was gripping me tightly in his sleep, making it impossible for me to get up.
He grunted in response, just tightening his grip around my body.
I sighed, smiling at him.
'Fred' I said again, this time louder and shaking him harder.
He sat up ever so slightly, his face screwed up in annoyance.
'What?' He huffed, rubbing his eyes and opening them, his face softening as soon as his gaze met mine.
'Oh hello you' He chuckled, sitting up further.
'Morning, its eight, we gotta go' I told him, now being able to stand up.
'Fuck that' He muttered, watching as i bent over completely naked, picking up one of his sweatshirts, a red one which had Weasley written in curved letters on the back and his quidditch number printed.
I pulled it over myself, luckily it hung to my mid thighs so i was safe to leave the room, i carried on picking up my dress and earrings that must have came off last night.
'Leaving so soon?' He asked.
'School time Weasley' I joked, gathering them up in my arms and heading to the door.
'I'll see you soon' I smiled, sneaking out the door.
I was just about to open my dorm room, but was interrupted by Angelina and Lizzie leaving theirs.
Their eyes roamed down the state of me, clearly wearing Fred's jumper and doing the walk of shame.
Angelina scoffed, pure hatred brewing in her eyes.
'Have fun whilst it lasts' She barked, storming off.
I rolled my eyes, entering the room and coming smack bang into Georges chest.
'Shit-' He laughed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
'Morning Bianca' He said, his eyes glancing at my clothes and smirking.
'Well you two have something in common' He joked, looking between Jules and i.
I playfully whacked him in the arm, shooing him away.
Once he had shut the door i bit my lip, wanting to know everything about what had happened between George and Jules last night.
The week flew by, it was as i something was in the air now that the ball had been introduced. Everyone was getting dates or asking people out, talking excitedly about what they would wear and who they'd be attending with.
Jules had been asked my the durmstrang boy and she said yes, even though when she told us George seemed slightly suprised and jealous by the news.
The twins had had about ten girls each ask them already, not saying no to any just coming up with a range of creative excuses.
