Demetria bobbed her knee up and down as she thought about the answers to her History of Magic test.
She looked over and met Fred’s gaze but her eyes dropped to his lips and her heart beat fast and she turned away.
Fred turned his head and scribbled down the answer to the question who was the witch that invented a great number of Love Potions.
He wrote down: I don’t know but some girls don’t need love potions
This answer was purely based off personal opinion rather than the answer which was Laverne de Montgomery which was what Demetria wrote down.
She rubbed a wrinkle that appeared at the meeting point of her nose and forehead, she had to if didn’t want the deep line that her father had there.
When the test was over Fred sped out avoiding Demetria.
“What’s wrong with Fred” George asked her?
“Nothing, I’ll handle it.”
She ran down the hall and she searched for Fred finding him underneath the staircase near the great hall.
“Fred” she said.
He turned his face towards her, tear streaks going down it.
He stood up and grabbed her face and pulled it to his lips, the warmth absorbed her and her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back.
“Demetria” Fred sniffed.
“It’s okay” she replied through her kisses.
He pulled her closer kissing her faster; she found it hard to keep up.
Her fingers found their way into his red hair and she said his name “Fred.”
“Don’t stop” he said.
“I don’t want to” she replied.
“Demetria” yelled a cold voice!
“Shit” she said scared to death.
She stiffened and pulled away from Fred and stood near him and opened one eye and saw her dad staring coldly at both of them.
“What exactly were you doing to my daughter” Snape asked Fred?
“I…I… just was…sir.”
“Dad I kissed him.”
“Don’t try to cover for him like you always do.”
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Hiding who I am (Harry Potter Fanfiction)
FanfictionDemetria Lauren Evans Snape, had found out she was a wizard at the age of 10, she knew she'd been adopted her whole life, but finding out she's a Wizard may have been the best and worst thing that ever happened to her. In her third year she meets he...