His Favorite Girl || Fred Weasley

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Change of Fred Weasley and The Old Piece of Parchment

Two days have passed since Loui ran away from Fred and Filch, it wasn't that hard to notice that the little awkward first-year is not being bothered by the red headed twins.

Good thing that Loui was being accompanied by Hermione and sometimes even Harry while dragging Ron with him.

But Loui being stubborn and denial always says it was the best thing that ever happened to her since she arrived at Hogwarts, but unknown to many she snaps her head every time she walks on the corridors, her eyes sometimes leaves the page of the book and scan the whole library in her vicinity and every eating time she watches the twins snicker in her peripheral vision.

Yeah, she's like that.

"So Loui, how's your homework at History of Magic?" Hermione asked excitedly, probably trying to know if she had already finished their 2 parchments homework.

"Quite alright." She mumbled and took a spoonful from her soup.

As usual, she was having her dinner at the Gryffindor table since Milicent and Pansy were being bitches asking about her assignment since she locked it at the chest on the foot of her bed with enchantments.

"Come on Hermione, tomorrow's the Quidditch match between Harry and the Stinking Slytherin's. No offense, Loui." Ron said, across Hermione slightly guilty.

"None taken." She said and did a hand gesture of it.

"Loosen up a bit, Mione." Ron whined with chicken legs in both of his hands.

"I don't want to neglect my studies for a game like basketball."

This subject picked Loui's interest, "What's a basketball?" Ron asked.

"Is it a muggle sport where you kick a checkered ball?" Loui asked with a smile.

Both Hermione and Harry looked at each other and snickered, "That's soccer Loui." Harry said holding back a laugh.

"What about soccer?" A good looking boy in the same age as them appeared behind Ron and Harry.

"Shut up Dean." Ron mumbled and continued to eat.

Dean walked away with Ron frowning at him, once he was out of their sight the red head boy turned to his friends, "He keeps saying that soccer is much more better than Quidditch. What's much more exciting sport than Quidditch, anyway?"

Loui chuckled, "Yeah brother, what is much more exciting sport than Quidditch?" A familiar voice said behind Hermione and Loui.

The glassed girl didn't dared to look around for she might regret like the time when she locked eyes with the most beautiful brown orbs, "If only Pranking was a sport. We would be the legendary and greatest champions, won't we Georgie?"

"Correct you are Freddie."

"Fred! George!" Ron exclaimed and stole a glance at Loui's stiffened face.

"Ronald!" The two yelled acting like they haven't seen each other for a decade.

This made their little brother gave a look and continued eating his dessert. "Well, we should be going now. I have detention with Filch at 11." Loui heard heavy steps walking away.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked looking at George.

"He's like that ever since he was caught by Filch, two days ago. Anyway Loui-" the girl jerked from her seat, she turned around awkwardly to see George smiling at her.

"What?"

"Just wanted to give you something-" He said as he search frankly through his inner cloak pockets, "Somewhere-" He mumbled, "Aha! Here you go!" George got an old parchment and enthusiastically handed it to Loui.

She accepted it with hesitation and frowned, "What is this?"

"Why it's an old piece of parchment, didn't your brilliant mind thought of that?"

"It obviously is Weasley and your microscopic organ called brain didn't thought that I have dozen of new parchments in my room." Loui said grumpy, emphasizing some words.

George muttered something inaudible under his breath, scowled and leaned close to Loui, "Just say something to the parchment." He whispered lowly that only the girl could hear.

Loui looked at him with a 'what' look, George rolled his eyes but leaned closer to her, noticing the stares that the Golden Trio were giving at them. "Say what you are about to do." He said and walked away with a wink at the auburn.

"What is that?" Ron asked disgusted at the sight of the parchment in Loui's hand.

"Why it's a piece of parchment Ronald. Didn't your mind thought of that?" She asked with the same sass as George's.

"Nah, I'm too busy with my mouth." He said and continued eating dessert, earning a glare from Hermione.

Loui stared at the old parchment while leaning her back at the head board, her only light was from her lumosed wand. It was already 10:23 and her roommates were lying in their beds but Loui knew they were pretending to be asleep.

Her thoughts were all over Fred and guiltiness as her eyes memorized every folds and dog ears of the parchment. With a huff, she stomped to the room's bathroom. Her wand raised, she murmured silencing and locking spells, making sure those two Slytherins don't poke their noses.

She sat on the toilet seat and raised the parchment to her lighted wand. "Why did that Weasley gave me this garbage?" She snarled and opened the parchment, secretly hoping there was something in it but there was nothing written.

She raised her wand to the parchment, "Show me your secret." She ordered but nothing happened.

Loui huffed, and thought how the Weasleys were able to acquire such an ancient-looking parchment, probably a useful tool in their pranks.

Fred. She felt guilty on his detention, she should be with Fred in this time, why did she ran in the first place? Simple. She's not a brave Gryffindor, she's a Slytherin, cunning, ambitious and selfish. Incompatible, that's all she can say.

But Fred and George, they were different. They always bother her whenever she's alone in the corridors, Loui feels like they were trying to give her company which she sometimes ignore due to the fact that they were teasing her till she raises her wand at them.

She should do something to help them... to help him.

Loui thought of an idea but hesitated at first, "I'm going to regret this." She said and pointed her wand at the parchment again, with a sigh and doubt, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."