Gryffindor's Flame || Fred Weasley

Tea leaves

"Maeve, wake up!"

Maeve shot upright in her bed.

"What what what happened? Who are we fighting?" She asked, still half asleep.

"No one, you need to get out of bed in order to have breakfast on time." Hermione said, throwing Maeve's uniform in her face.

"Shit!" Maeve grabbed her uniform and ran to the bathroom. "How much time do I have?"

"Oh, plenty, don't worry." Hermione smirked a little when Maeve reappeared from the bathroom, her mouth hanging open.

"Then why did you wake me up so early?" Maeve groaned, walking to the mirror to tie her tie.

"Because for the past two years, you've always woken up late on the first day of lessons, thought you'd like to be on time for once." Hermione shrugged.

Maeve shrugged. "I mean, thanks. But next year, please don't wake me up so aggressively. You made me think some moster was roaming through Hogwarts," Maeve turned around and saw the tower of school books Hermione had for this year. "Uh, Hermione? How many classes are you taking this year?"

"Oh, you know, just a few more than you," she shrugged. "And if you don't want me waking you up so early, why don't you try to go to bed earlier?" She suggested, lifting her brows.

Maeve's memories from last night came rushing back. She did go to bed a little later than Hermione. She just woke up in the middle of the night meeting a founder of Hogwarts whose life is long overdue.

She shrugged. "Makes the first day more fun."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you'd say that. C'mon, let's head down."

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Maeve, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

The first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story.

As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit, and there was a roar of laughter.

"Ignore him," Hermione said, who was walking behind Harry, walking beside Maeve. "Just ignore him. It's not worth it..."

"Hey, Potter!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooooooo!"

"Oh, real mature pugface." Maeve said sarcastically.

"What did you just call me?" Pansy said vehemently.

"Oh, you heard –" but Maeve couldn't finish as Ron pushed her to sit down at the Gryffindor table.

"Mae don't, just leave it be." Ron said, following Harry to the Gryffindor table.

"Why? They taunt us all the time, why can't we do the same?" Maeve asked.

"Because we're not like them." Hermione answered.

Maeve rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley.

"New third-year course schedules," George said, passing them over. "What's up with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," Ron said, sitting down next to George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.

Maeve took a seat next to Fred and grabbed some toast.

She could feel someone's gaze on her, looking up she saw that it was Fred who was looking at her. She gave him a soft smile.