Him - A Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Thirty-Three

"FRED, GEORGE! I swear, if I find any of my bras missing one more time, I will hunt you both down and STRANGLE YOU WITH THEM!"

I stormed down the stairs, hearing a faint laughter from the twins' room. When I was just a floor away, I heard them running out of it and down to the first floor.

See, Fred and George had quickly realized that pranking me was hard. I didn't fall for anything...so, they started stealing my stuff when they came on the weekends...and two twins with the maturity of five year olds were the worst people to steal things from you.

I finally caught them outside, George wearing one over his tee-shirt. I jumped onto his back, desperately trying to unhook it as he spun around. Fred picked me up and dropped me over his shoulder, laughing as I let out a squeal.

"I will kill you both!" I growled, pummeling Fred's back as he jumped up and down, which was very uncomfortable. Being held like a sack of potatoes WAS NOT fun.

"Fred, drop Cassie, and George, please take that off!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, coming outside. Fred didn't put me down, only turned so he could look at his mother, which meant I was stuck upside-down, twisting around Fred's side to look at her.

We came inside for lunch. I really didn't do much for the rest of the day, just kind of hung out in the room I shared with Hermione and Ginny. Then, when I was just about to start getting ready for bed, I heard Harry's name.

"What's going on?" I called, sticking my head out of the door.

"Harry's stuff is down here!" came Ginny's reply from downstairs. "Apparently he's wandering about the house somewhere - oh, Harry!"

"Harry?" I gasped, rushing down the stairs. I heard one of the twins laugh as I nearly tripped down the last step. I ran around the corner, letting out a laugh and running into Harry's arms.

"I missed you so much!" he breathed out, his lips brushing against my cheek. I smiled, kissing him, not caring that everyone else would probably walk in and see.

"Oi, Cassie, this is a family place!" Ron groaned as he walked into the room. "We know you missed him, but do you have to do this now?"

We pulled away, matching glares on our faces. I quickly turned back to face Harry, who was probably now over half a foot taller than me.

"I missed you too," I said, pulling myself up a little to press my forehead against his. He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist.

"So, how was your summer?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Absolutely wonderful. Come on, I'll bring you to your room."

We walked up the stairs to Ron's room, and I pushed the door open, seeing Ron sitting on his bed.

"Harry! You're here!" Ron exclaimed, standing up. He suddenly glanced at the door, raising an eyebrow. "Um...Cassie, I think Fred and George stole something else. They just came from upstairs."

I rolled my eyes as Harry burst into laughter.

"Your brothers are living nightmares," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Did they have to give up on the pranking? Nothing bad happened to me then."

"Harry, she's a complete master at avoiding being pranked," Ron snickered. "Every weekend when they're here, they would do all they could, and she would somehow notice something was off and either clean it up or just leave it for Fred and George to walk into!"

"That's my girl," he chuckled. I blushed as he kissed the top of my head. He had called me his girl once at the end of last year...I kind of hoped the name stuck. I liked it.