The Last Great Hogwarts Dynasty

chapter five.

November 15th, 1994.

'I wish you'd just talk to her, mate.' Fred complains to George as they walk as slowly as they could towards their next class. The sun had started to disappear behind clouds lately sending sharp breezes of wind circulating through the castle.

'I do talk to her,' George starts, shrugging 'just not very well.'

'I know! You're a bloody nightmare.' Fred rolls his eyes and seems as if he's had enough of the way George is tiptoeing around Katrina.

'It's just not that simple though, is it? She's my best friend.' He says, with a heavy heart. He then feels a sharp elbow in the side of his ribs. 'Ouch.'

'Best friend, eh? Who was it that shared a womb with you?' Fred pouts, pretending to tear up 'We were womb mates!' he seems rather proud of his twin joke.

'-and then I told Draco that I'm not going to any dinner party they're holding there, and-' Katrina stops in her tracks when she notices the two tall, golden haired boys.

'Katrina!' George says with an oddly forced smile. Fred tuts at his brothers continuous awkwardness and starts talking to Em instead, who has the same reaction as he does.

'Why are you so excited? we've got Snape next.' She says while searching through her bag for her text books.

'Just happy to see you and Em, that's all.' He swallows hard, hoping and praying that his awkwardness would go away with it. 'So, uh, what were you saying to Em about a dinner party?' He asks, trying to change the subject.

'Oh, it's just my mother. She sent an owl to both me and Draco saying that she's organising a dinner party as soon as we get back for christmas.' Katrina rolls her eyes. 'Of course, Draco writes back immediately saying 'yes mummy, of course mummy', which is just annoying really-'

George is not really taking in a word she's saying. He wishes he was but he just can't focus. That hair, the way some of it's been plaited around her head. Those brown eyes, the way she smells of lavender, that red and gold scarf. He'd like to be that scarf...

'And so I wrote back telling her that if I have to go, I get to wear whatever I want.'

His eyes widened after being snapped out of his daydream.

'Yeah, definitely.' What was she talking about? 'Dinner party at the Malfoy's sounds pretty rotten. Wish you could come to the burrow for christmas, you'd love it.' He smiles warmly down at her, romanticising a world where she's in his house, in his room, in his bed...

'It sounds great from what Em and Hermione tell me.' She avoids eye contact with him at the moment, feeling this surge of jealously bubble in her stomach. She does wish more than anything that she could have a normal christmas or a normal family for that matter.

Students started to file into the dimly lit classroom, Katrina, Em, Fred and George all sat in the back right corner as to avoid Professor Snape as much as possible.

The Felix Felicis they had collectively started to brew days before sat dormant in a cauldron on a small table at the front of the class. Snape begins the class by telling the students that he would need two of them to do 'Felix Maintenance' every day over the next three months to make sure that it's brewed properly. Nobody looked very keen.

'Go on mate, stick your hand up.' Fred whispers to George who is still gazing over at Katrina, already lost in a daydream.

'What? No way.'

'Do you not see this perfect opportunity? You and Kat could do it together. Six months of alone-time in Snape's office? It's almost too good.' Fred grins as his genius plan and George has a new look plastered across his face.