Scratches (Fred Weasley)

(106) Defense Against the Dark Arts

"Oh? Look what we have here..." a voice snickered, "Lee, look. We seem to have a visitor."

Her eyes fluttered open to find George and Lee hovering over her, which caused Florence mild confusion as to why they were in her dorm room, but remembered instantly that she wasn't even in the Ravenclaw common room. Fred started to stir from beside her, due to all the noise that the other two were making. "Shove off, Lee, George."

"Is this what we think it is?" George mused, "If so, it was impressively quiet last night."

They laughed, backing away as a pillow came hurtling over to them, "Go away, will you?"

Fred started to rub the sleep from his eyes, a lazy smile appearing on his face at the sight of Florence, "You know I could get used to waking up to this everyday."

"Well you shouldn't," she told him, "Because its not going to be an everyday thing. I have a perfectly good dorm room at an entirely different tower." Florence burrowed herself closer to his chest, "But, we can do this a couple more times."

"Tomorrow, then?"

"No," she chortled, "Nicolai's going to miss me."

He put an arm around her waist, "But she's had you for six years now. She should learn to share."

"You two ought to make arrangements, then."

"Hey lovebirds," Lee called out, a towel slung on his shoulder, "How long were you two out for last night?"

"Dunno. We weren't checking the time."

"And you should now," George said, "As adorably comfortable you two look right now, we all have to carpe diem. And Florence has to get back to her dorm to change."

"Right," Florence said, moving to get up, only to get pinned back down, "No. Don't leave me. Stay here. We don't have to go to school today."

She snorted, "Um, yes we do. Well, I need to, atleast. I care about my education, you know."

"No. I'm not letting you go."

"Fred."

"Florence." he mimicked.

"George!" Lee joined in.

"Lee!" George said back, Florence staring at the two of them. "What? We wanted to be part of it too."

"Fred, please. I still need to bathe and change into my robes." she begged, making him sigh loudly, "Fine," he detached himself from her, "I'll walk you to the portrait hole."

It was rather awkward walking down the boy's dormitory stairs, clutching her neatly folded clothes, only to be greeted by a common room filled with curious eyes. This included Ginny, who was staring as Florence emerged from the stairs in what looked clearly like her brother's clothes. "Ooo, what do we have here?"

Florence blushed, more so when Harry and Ron caught sight of them from the top of the stairs as well. "Florence?" questioned Harry, "A little unexpected to see you here so early."

"That's because she stayed the night," said Ron, stating the obvious, which seemed to have flown over Harry's head, "She's even wearing Fred's jumper, see?"