Toujours [HarryPotterFanFiction] **COMPLETED**

The Party...

I awake the next morning to a more than chipper Hermione bouncing on the side of my bed. "Mmmm g'off Hermione" I say, pulling my pillow over my head, blocking out the sunlight.

"Rose, get up!!" Hermione exlaimes, bouncing harder on my bed. My first thought is to push her off, but instead, I pull the pillow closer to my head, groaning inside it.

"Five more minutes!" I groan, and Hermione finally sighs in defeat. "Fine. Five more minutes. But not a minute longer" She says, and I can feel as she gets off my bed and disappears. Smiling to myself, I continue to lay there, and try to force myself back to sleep.

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Lunch time couldn't come fast enough. I even managed to get a small nap in during Binns class. That man is as boring as a bag of bricks.

Anyway, I end up making my way towards the Headmaster's office, knocking twice before he allowed me inside.

"Rose! Please come. Sit" He says, gesturing for the seat across from his. I walk towards it, slinging my bag in the other chair, then plopping down in the seat he asked me to sit in.

"How are you? How's class going this morning?" Dumbledore asks, peering over his half moon spectacles. I simply shrug, not knowing what to say. "Good, well I have called you here to talk about your father" He pauses, looking up to me. "Why haven't you wrote him back? Im sure your curious as to why he left you in the first place? And your mom..." He says, causing me to roll my eyes.

I dig inside my bag, and pull out the envelope that concealed the letter I wrote last night. With one final look at it, I slide it across the large wooden desk to Dumbledore, looking up to him. "I wrote it. Can I go?" I ask, collecting my bag, and standing.

"Rose, just tell me..." Dumbledore starts, causing me to roll my eyes but look to him anyways. "Tell you what? That I'm happy that after all these years he finally has the balls to write me a letter? That he finally had the nerve to tell me how much he misses me. And mum" I pauses, feeling the large lump in my throat.

"I know your angry at him but..." Dumbledore starts, but I roll my eyes, cutting him off. "Angry? No. Hateful, maybe. Hurt, definitely. If they cared even an ounce about me, they wouldn't of left in the first place" I say the last part as the tears finally fall.

Dumbledore sits there, staring at me, before nodding once. "I'm going to go. I have class starting soon" I say. I don't wait for Dumbledore to excuse me, before I make my way down the staircase and onto my next class.

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"I'm going to get another Butterbeer. You want one?" Hermione asks, standing from the couch, looking down at me. I give her a soft nod, and she leaves, staggering a bit.

Fred and George decided to throw a Common Room party, to lift everyone's moods. Can't say it was the worst idea. I glance around the room, spotting George over by the bookshelf, in a deep snog with Angelina Johnson. I shake my head as my eyes linger around the room, stopping on a pair of blue ones looking back at me. Fred.

He's standing with Lee Jordan beside the window. Lee seems to be in a full on rant, and Fred nods at various times, eyes never leaving mine. He takes a sip of his Butterbeer, a small foam mustache is left on his upper lip, and my eyes drift to his tongue.

The way is slides across the foam, and back into his mouth. The corner of his lips pull into a smile and it takes everything I have in me to pry my eyes from his lips.

"Here you go" Hermione's voice pops in, as she plops down beside me, handing me a glass. I quietly thank her as I take a sip of the warm liquid, enjoying the way it feels sliding down my throat.

"Oh and I asked Neville to add a bit of fire whiskey to them both. You looked as if you could use it" Hermione says, giggling softly. I smile to her, taking another long sip as my eyes drift back to Fred.

Thankfully his eyes left me, and now are back on Lee. He seems to be amused by Lees frustration, cause he keeps laughing at him. I watch as he finishes off his cup, and sets it down, before his eyes meet mine.

I look away rather quickly as I feel my cheeks begin to heat up almost immediately. "So, you ready for finals?" Hermione asks, and I nod once. "I think so. But I'm having some trouble with these Potions definitions" I say, pulling my eyebrows together.

Actually I wasn't having trouble at all. Maybe it was the alcohol making me feel a bit whoozy. Either way, I shrug my shoulders, taking another long sip.

"Well I can help you study for it tomorrow if you'd like?" Hermione offers, and I smile to her. "I'd love that. Thanks Hermione" I say, kissing her cheek. I pull back quickly as we both stare at one another. What the heck?!

"I'm sorry" I say, giggling softly, only to have Hermione giggling right beside  me. "Don't mention it" She says, a soft hiccup following shortly after.

We begin to giggle again when I feel someone's hands on my shoulders. "What are you girls giggling about?" Fred asks, looking down at us. He's on the other side of the couch, and I have to lay my head back to see him.

"Nothing" I say, smiling at him. "Well that explains a lot" He says, sticking his tongue out playfully. His hands leave my shoulders and my skin tingles where his hands once were. Yeah, it's definitely the alcohol.

"Well I'm going for another glass... Then I'm off to bed" Hermione says, and Fred stands up straight. "I'll get one too" He says as they both make their way back to the table. I watch as Fred whispers something in her ear, causing her to look at me.

She smiles softly, looking back to him, and whispering something back to him. She grabs a glass and walks over to Neville, striking up a conversation with him. I look to Fred, as he grabs a glass, downing it, and looks to me. He tilts his head to the side, then walks out the portrait hole.

I smile to myself, before climbing off the couch, and grabbing another drink. I added more fire whiskey to this one, before I follow Fred out the portrait.

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"Fred...?"

Where is he??

"Fred, where are you?" I ask, as I walk down the corridor, making sure to keep myself from tripping.

I look around to the pitch black, mentally scolding myself for not bringing my wand. As I continue down the corridor, there's a small clatter heard ahead.

"Fred... Is that you??"

I slowly approach where the sound came from, coming to a classroom. I step inside to see it's completely empty. I turn to leave when something takes ahold of my arms, and pulls me back.

I fight against the... It.. Them... As panic begins to rise. I go to open my mouth, when their hand covers my mouth, muffling out my screams.

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Oh lord!
What just happened?!
She's lurking the halls, slightly intoxicated, wand less, and at night?! That the heck is she thinking?!
And who got her?!
What's going to happen?!
Only one way to find out!!

-DitzyD