Emily Granger, older sister of Hermione, had a firm set friendship with the Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan since first year and was notorious throughout the school for their pranks.
Once their fifth year comes around the corner, Emily decides she can...
I groaned, swatting away the moving light in front of me.
"She's awake. MADAM POMFREY SHE'S-" "Shut up you idiot. Be quiet" "You don't tell me what to d-" "Be quiet for gods sake" "Yes dear" "You did not just call me dear" "No dear. Of course not dear" "George I swear to god I'll castrate you" "Hands off the goods" "Can you two stop I'm gonna puke" Fred complained. "Stop flirting over my bed or I'll kick you" I grumbled, adjusting myself on the bed. Realising where I was, i shot upwards so I was sitting up. "Fred! George! Angie! What are you doing here?" "You were found outside of the forbidden forest, knocked out. Pomfrey suspects it was a stupefy charm" Angelina explained, rolling her eyes at the two twins who were now silently bickering between eachother. I let out a hum in reply, before grabbing George by the hand and pulling him down to my eye level. "Ok beanpole guess what" I grinned "What?" "I bloody worked the map out. 5 galleons. Gimme" "WHAT!?" "Shut up George!" Fred hissed, elbowing his twin in the stomach as he received an angry glare from the matron. "Sorry - WHAT?" He quietly shouted "how?" "In my bag. The book I got for Christmas - page 138" George rushed to get the right page open, jaw hanging wide open at my discovery. "No way" "Yes way" "You did it" "Yes I did" "Bloody brilliant!" He celebrated, hugging me excitedly "Fred your girlfriend is too good"
An awkward silence cut through the laughter, Fred letting out an awkward (almost strangled) noise. "Ah sorry - you haven't - ah - Angie wanna go ... anywhere else? Like now?" George rambled, grabbing her arm and leading her out of the infirmary. "What was that about?" I asked coyly, a small smirk on my face. "Uh- Well - you see -" He stammered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Yes?" "We kissed" "That is correct" "And - Uh - this is harder than I thought it was gonna be" he chuckled, looking very uncomfortable. "Wanna go on a date at some point?" I asked him, saving him the torture of dragging it out. "Yes" He said, breathing a sigh of relief, "thanks" A smile quickly spread across my face, making me feel almost giddy.
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"Well this is new" he remarked, leaning back slightly in the chair next to the bed "nice new - but new all the same" I reached out for his hand, intertwining our fingers. "Yeah - a good different"
Madam Pomfrey had eventually forced Fred out, before checking me over again to make sure I was okay. "Dumbledore wants to speak with you, is that okay?" She asked, glancing at her clock. "I don't feel like I necessarily have a choice" "You're a smart one aren't you" She said, a slight tinge of humour in her voice, before retreating to her office.
"Hello Miss Granger" Dumbledore greeted, bursting through the double doors "I'm sure you recognise Cornelius Fudge?" "Oh of course! Good afternoon minister" I greeted kindly, accepting his handshake, hoping I was hiding my building confusion. "I'm sure you know why we're here - we want to know who attacked you"
I nodded, before launching in to my story, describing Peter Pettigrew's appearance in great detail.
"May be a known associate of Black - I'll ask my colleagues" Fudge said, making me roll my eyes in frustration, before turning to me and giving a curt nod "I hope youre feeling well very soon" "I'll catch up to you Cornelius" Dumbledore said, his gravelly voice seeming to reverberate off of the stone walls, watching until the double doors closed once again. "What's wring Professor?" I asked, still acting confused. "Your sister and her friends will arrive here later, I must ask you not to go with them. It is best if you don't follow" He stated cryptically, before jumping up from his seat (surprisingly quickly for someone of his age) and leaving. "What the hell" I muttered under my breath, still fully confused.
