Sugar : Fred Weasley

38: Our First Time

[victoria's pov]

After dinner, Hermione, Ginny, and I cleaned up.

"Since when have you become so grown-up?" Magnus asked me.

"Since I've become of age," I said. "And I want to prove I'm mature enough to join the Order."

"When pigs fly," Magnus said with a slight eye roll, "Mum says you can only be a part of the Order once you've graduated."

"Don't worry, I will," I said.

Magnus left and joined the twins in a conversation as they walked up the stairs.

"There are so many dishes!" Ginny pouted. "Is there a cleaning spell or anything you can use, Victoria?"

"Well..." I said. "Yes, but it only works if the setting is destroyed."

"Good then! Let's trash this place up!"

"Ginny!" Hermione scowled. "You know that you're not supposed to."

"I was only joking," Ginny giggled.

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It took almost three hours to clean up without magic. By now, it was past midnight and everyone was soundly asleep. I walked up the stairs with Ginny and George--who had come down for a midnight snack.

"Hey, Victoria?" George said. "Can I have a look at your wand for a second?"

Wondering why he would need it, I shrugged and handed it to him.

"Sure," I said. "But why would you-"

I felt a hard shove and was pushed into a dark room. George had pushed me in and Ginny immediately shut the door. I heard a click and assumed they had locked the door. My first reaction was-

"-What the heck?" I called out. "What are you two doing?"

I tried to stay quiet since everyone was asleep. "George, Ginny, I will kick you two if you don't-"

"If you two want out," I heard George say.

"Then you guys have to start getting along," Ginny said. "I swear, mum is going to freak if she finds out about you two. But she won't have to if you start talking."

You two? I thought.

Then, I finally realized Fred was sitting on the couch, staring at me. I turned towards the door and gawked.

"I swear to-"

"We'll be back in the morning," Ginny said. "Probably around the time when mum gets home."

"Good luck!" George said and patted the door.

"What was that?" I heard a new voice call.

Ron had woken up and joined to find out what the commotion was about.

"Oh, nothing," George said. "Just trapped a boggart in there. We'll take care of it tomorrow since Ginny's fear will have it screech loudly and everyone'll wake up."

"You know if Bill and Charlie don't get their eight hours of sleep, they'll be moody," Ginny said.

"Fine, but if-"

"Ron, let me out!" I said and loudly as I could without waking everyone up.

"Victoria?"

"No, that was the boggart," George said.

The door glowed a faint vibrant blue for a second. I could hear Ginny say, "There. Now we don't have to worry about it till morning."

Their footsteps quickly left and I could no longer hear them. I looked around the room and saw that the only source of light was the moon shining in. There was parchment scattered around the floor, and an unlit fireplace, with a couch facing it. There wasn't even a bed, but there was another couch that sat facing the window, and Fred was sitting on it, staring outside, down the streets of London.