Just Another Boy - Fred Weasley

3. Maneater

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Sofia could feel Fred's lingering glance the entirety of dinner. It was unsettling. She didn't know why he was staring her down, was he judging her? Mrs. Weasley was as kind and welcoming as Hermione had said, and she was a fantastic cook as well. Mr. Weasley was warm and funny as well; he reminded her of her dad. Sofia admitted that maybe she'd been thinking too negatively of Fred and George before she came, but they seemed remotely pleasant. George was sweet, and cracked jokes to make her feel more comfortable. Fred, however, was silent and somewhat brooding. He wasn't mean, or anything, but that's just it. He wasn't anything.

"What career path are you looking to take after Hogwarts, dear?" Molly asked Sofia from the end of the table.

The entire dinner had been everyone throwing question at Sofia. She hated being put on the spot, but answering their questions was the least she could do. Blushing, she replied, "Oh, well, I think medicine is at the top of my list, but I can't be sure."

"What a wonderful choice!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, then shot Fred and George a look.

Fred rolled his eyes, and continued eating. His eyes met Sofia's momentarily, before she shifted her gaze away and shivered. "Thank you for having me, Mr and Mrs. Weasley, I'm so excited to be spending time with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, especially after not seeing them for so long," she said politely.

"It's our pleasure!" Mrs. Weasley said, Mr. Weasley nodding in agreement.

"And what about us?" Fred interrupted, smirking with his arms crossed. He leered across the table at her, prodding his cheek with his tongue.

Sofia held a straight expression. The rest of the table fell into chatter after telling Fred to stop messing around. But he waited for her response. Breathing out, she shrugged. "If I have to. But I don't know you."

"You could. I've been told I'm loads of fun," he said. His facade did not falter even once.

"I don't need to know you to have fun," she responded wryly with a quiet laugh.

He pouted, pushing his bottom lip out. "Breaking my heart, Sparky."

"Impossible," she said. "We've only just met."

For the remainder of dinner, they kept to themselves. Sofia finished everything in her plate, and offered to help with the dishes, which Mrs. Weasley refused. So, she stood around awkwardly until Hermione and Ginny pulled her off to Ginny's room. Harry and Ron went back outside for a while, so Sofia didn't mind to have some girl time, especially since she couldn't talk to Hermione all week. The three girls sat on Ginny's bed, pouring over a quidditch magazine of Ireland's players. Ginny was insistent on showing off the hottest players to them. Hermione pretended to be uninterested, but Sofia could tell otherwise. Sofia was very interested in the hot players, and fawned over the players with Ginny.

Once Hermione had convinced them to put the magazine away, the three girls kicked off their shoes and started spilling the juicy secrets to each other; the ones the boys couldn't hear about. "So, Hermione, when did you and Ron become an item?" Sofia smiled teasingly at her.

Hermione flushed and smacked her on the arm. "Sofie! What're you talking about? Ronald and I are just... friends."

Ginny laughed nasally and shook her head. "You can't seriously expect us to believe that rubbish?" she asked.

Narrowing her eyes at Ginny, Hermione lifted her chin pridefully. "And what about you and Harry then? When did you two become an item?" she retorted, expecting to catch Ginny off guard.