Just another Weasley~(Harry potter ff)

Into the forest we go...

"I want detention."
"Why the bloody hell would you want detention?"
"Shut up Amelia no one asked you."
"Geez okay fine."
I rested back on the bed meeting Danielle's irritated eyes, she was hanging off her bed sulking about not having detention of all things. "It's not like its going to be a party," I muttered. "Did you say something?" Danielle instantly demands from  across the room. "Nothing, nothing not a thing." I defended throwing my hands up in the air for extra precaution. Her withering look was enough to make me shudder. Hermione was still pacing back in forth, that was the reason we were up right now,  I think lack of sleep is what drove Dani into this bad mood. Hermione was having a mental breakdown about detention, so I wasn't really paying attention to her. I would be  more worried about detention, but the simple fact was I wasn't even the reason I had detention it was because that vile slytherin decided to knock me off my broom. "Why do you want detention?" I asked my interest peaked. Danielle was a strange child. She sat straight up in bed, her hair in her face, at this time of night she looked crazy. I mashed my head into the pillow to muffle my laughter, I was not having her exploding on me for laughing at her. "Why wouldn't I?" She asked in exasperation. I peeked one eye open at her, I honestly was becoming too tired to deal with this conversation. She shifted so she was fully facing me, using hand gestures as she explained all the reasons she wanted detention.
"1. You have it with Semira, and I can help you plan revenge!
2. You have detention with Slytherins and fist fights are surely going to break out. You really want me to miss that? Then you don't love me.
3. I have to gain some rep in this school.
4. The twins will let me in their inner circle, if I have enough detentions. I'm shooting for five so I can start doing higher level pranks with them."
I sat there for what felt like a full minute, just staring at her dully. Listing all the things wrong with her statement in my head. I took a deep breath, ready to list them out loud.
"1. I'm not getting revenge, that's not how I operate. I know you are going to say I'm lame but at least I'm a nice person.
2. I will make sure no fist fights break out, plus there are going to be teachers around.
3. If you want to have a rep, then get good grades, don't be remembered for something bad.
4. I don't want you hanging out with the twins anymore."
I gave her a pointed look while saying all of this. Then I watched in satisfaction as she let out a loud groan, flopping back on the bed. I thought I faintly heard her say, "goody two shoes, no one understands me." I propped myself back on the bed, that was enough for one night I think. I reached over and shut the light off. Pretending like I couldn't hear Hermione sobbing into her pillow, poor girl.
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"You don't have to walk with me." Harry said from my side in his miserable voice that I didn't think would go away for awhile.

I couldn't blame him, its not like people were subtle about their insults towards him. I stopped in my tracks for a second. I knew they had lost a lot of points but seeing the hour glass containing the house points, it almost seemed like there might be a mistake. That's when the story started to spread, each lie was more beligment than the last. I hated school gossip, almost as much as I hated Rita Skeeter. "They'll all forget this in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time they've been here, and people still like them." Yeah maybe a little bit too much, I thought still miffed about my conversation with Danielle last night. Ron was right though, I thought giving Harry a supportive smile. It was all apart of the rumor mill, a new topic would come up soon and steal every ones attention. "They've never lost a hundred and fifty in one go, though, have they?" As we bustled into the Great Hall my hand brushed Harry's and my stomach felt like it had completely dropped out of my body. I got a taste of the misery Harry really was in  and it made my pulse pound in my ears.

I quickened my pace, to where I was now walking in front of them, my arm cradled protectively to my chest. My stomach still had that hollow empty feeling in it, so I rushed to the Gryffindor table to eat. Not a second after I spread the jam on my toast, a note fluttered in front of me. I picked it up curiously, because I knew I hadn't written to my parents in awhile. I know, I know daughter of the year right? But with all this stuff going on involving the sorcers stone, I just couldn't find the time. I breathed in deeply, as I started to read the neat scrawl on the page.