~ P.O.V.: Fred Weasley ~
"Hey George, have you seen the rubbing alcohol?" I asked. We need it to test some of our little gag things. "Um...I don't kn-wait, I think it's in the bathroom." George said. "But Emily's in there." I said. I mean, I know she's behind a curtain and stuff but..."Oh it's fine fred, just go up and knock, go in, and get the stuff!" George said chuckling. "Okay, okay fine." I said getting up.
I walk to the bathroom door and knock. I tell her it's me and she says it's fine to come in. "I just needed to get the rubbing alcohol." I said. "How come?" she asked. I find the alcohol and grab it. "just for something George and I are doing." I said. I scan the room seeing if there was anything else I needed. Nothing that I could see. "Oh, that's neat!" she said. I chuckled and left the room, shutting the door behind me.
I went back to me and George's bedroom and gave George the rubbing alcohol. "See, it wasn't that hard!" he said.
~ P.O.V.: George Weasley ~
Fred came into the room with the rubbing alcohol. He also came in with a little smile. "See, it wasn't that hard!" I said. He chuckled. "Whatever." he said. We both kinda laughed.
I've noticed him always staring at her, I wonder if he likes her, I mean, she's funny, sweet, kind, cute, caring, a dork, energetic, smart, everything that Fred likes in a girl. I think they'd be cute together but... I don't know how she'll feel. She doesn't look like one to be in a relationship.
~ P.O.V.: Emily East ~
I get out of the shower and towel-dried my hair. I put on my pjs and brushed my teeth. I went into the bedroom and Ginny was already there. She was sitting on her bed writing in her diary.
"Hey Emily." Ginny said, smirking. I sat criss-cross-applesauce on my bed and faced her. "What's up?" I asked curiously. "I think somebody likes you!" she said in a sing-song voice. I laughed. "Yeah right, besides, I don't think I need a boyfriend right now. I've never really needed one." I said shrugging.
"So you've never had a boyfriend?" Ginny asked. "Nope! Have you?" I asked. "Well...no, but I've had crushes." she said. "That's not really the same." I said laughing. She laughed too. "But whoever it is, I hope they don't like me too much." I said, not wanting to break any hearts.
"Wait, so you don't know who it is? That likes you?" she asked. "Wha-no? You didn't tell me!" I said, laughing. "So, who is it?" I asked. "I'm not gonna tell you!" she said like it was obvious that she wasn't going to. "What!? But I gotta know!" I said. "You said that you weren't gonna date them though." she said matter-of-factly. "I know but I still wanna know!" I said. "Nope! Either they tell you themselves or you figure it out!" she said laughing. I laughed. "Fiiine." I said.
There was a knock at our door. "Who is it?!" I asked. "It's Ron!" he said through the door. Just before I could say 'come in', Ginny says "What do you need?" she asked. "Geez, just saying that mum and dad told me that they're going to bed and that you should too. We've got school shopping tomorrow." he said annoyed.
"Okay fine." Ginny said. "Goodnight Ron." I said. "Goodnight guys." he said. We heard him walk away.
I got up and picked my clothes from earlier today off the floor to put them in the laundry basket. When I picked up my clothes, something fell out onto the floor. I picked it up. "What's that?" asked Ginny as she was getting under her covers. "Oh...um, I think it's probably Fred's He must've dropped it when he was in the bathroom." I said.
"Phhfftt!!" Ginny started to laughed. "What?" I asked. "He was in there? That's unlike him." she said. "Yeah, he had to get the rubbing alcohol for something him and George were making." I explained. "Ohhh, okay" she said sarcastically. We laughed, "I'm gonna give this back to him, I'll be right back" I said.
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In All Seriousness ~ A Fred Weasley FanFic
FanfictionA Fred Weasley Fanfiction. Your name is Emily. Your parents are Muggles and scared of your magic, so you run away soon before your 11th birthday. You're eventually found by none other than a Weasley, and they offer you a place. But one of their s...