Love Ridden-Fred Weasley

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September 1995

''I can't believe we have to do this shit again, There's much better things I could be doing with my time.'' Theo said this every single year on our train ride back to Hogwarts.

''And what would that be Theo? Sulking around your estate with a bottle of your Mothers's finest wine in your hand?

''Actually yes Mae exactly that, Does that not sound loads better?''  I rolled my eyes at his words, Theo was always a dramatic one.

I was actually quite excited to go back to School this year, although I would never admit that out loud. I would rather be here with my friends than back at home with my family. It was no secret my Grandfather was a death eater, and there have been rumors going around that my Father has joined him. So as you can imagine, Home is not the most welcoming place. It came as no surprise to me when I got sorted into Slytherin.

We had a small group that we formed in year 2. It's always been Me, Daphne, Pansy, Theo, Draco and Blaise. We all have a bad rep but we mean well. Kinda.

"Pansy, can you please stop eye-fucking Draco for two seconds and listen to what I'm saying?" Daphne was snapping her fingers in front of her drooling face. "The parties tonight and we have to figure out what we're going to wear. I'd like to show people I've blossomed into a nice mature lady." She sat up straight and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

"I don't think going from an A cup to a B cup is blossoming Daph." Daphne gasped at Theo's comment.

"Can we please save the fighting for when we get to school? I wanted to squeeze in a nap before we get there and I can't do that if you all won't shut the hell up" I leaned my head against Daphne and closed my eyes.

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We arrived at Hogwarts and sat through the usual speech Dumbledore gave us. We spent the rest of the day unpacking and settling in. I was lucky enough to share the dorm room with Daphne and Pansy.

"Does this dress say 'I'm a slut' in a good way or a bad way?" Pansy was looking in the mirror holding a black skin-tight dress up to her body.

"Definitely slut in a bad way, If you want to look slutty you have to at least make it look classy." I couldn't decide what to wear for this party. For years Ravenclaws have thrown a back-to-school party for all of the houses to mix and mingle at. I wanted to look my best so I asked Pansy to find me a dress.

She held up a black mini skirt with a dark green top with lace detailing. Sure sometimes she was a bitch, but at least she knew how to dress. "And I'll let you borrow my thigh-high leather boots if you promise not to stretch them out with your big ogre feet!" She flashed me a big smile and handed me the clothes.

I finished changing and came out to look in the big mirror we had. I had to admit I looked good, Which is something I didn't feel often. "Alright, are you guys ready? The later we arrive the less alcohol there will be for us." I didn't really want to get drunk tonight but I knew it would probably happen.

We arrived at the Ravenclaw door and muttered the password we had written down, as soon as the door opened we were greeted by loud music and an overview of people drinking and dancing. As Daphne and Pansy went off to find the boys, I made my way to the drink table. I grabbed whatever concoction I could find and raised the plastic cup to my lips. A very drunk Hufflepuff had collided with me, causing me to spill my drink on some tall ginger next to me.

"Oh shit my bad, I'm sure that'll come out." I looked up at his face realising who it was. Fred Weasley. I hated Fred, and he hated me and my friends for having parents or family members who were death eaters. I never understood his hatred for us I mean it's not like we wanted to be born into this.

"Drunk already Golding? Why don't you run off to your Death Eater friends" he almost towered over me, I could tell he was quite drunk already.

"Thank you so much for that idea Carrot top, I'll go do that." I flashed him a fake smile and made my way through the crowd to find my friends.

We spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing, I could already tell I would have to beg Draco and Blaise for a vial of their hangover potion.

Right, I was just informed I wrote Slur instead of Slut, My bad.