friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

THIRTY

DEVON, WEASLEY BURROW.

"Ginny, y/n, come on, breakfast is ready," the hushed voice of Hermione Granger rang through the teenage girls ears. Her bushy hair, that would usually be worn as a lions mane, was pushed to the back of her head into a ponytail, few strands of hair lying against her temples.

Y/n felt herself groan and rolled her face into the pillow her head was lying on meanwhile Ginny began to stretch out, only crawled into a ball even more once she separated her eyelids. "Girls come, ON!" Hermione cried, hearing the patter of her feet leave Ginnys bedroom and match upstairs to Rons room.

Y/n was a very attractive girl, she had long strands of blonde hair that blended with a small patch of black hair in the middle of her hairline, she had e/c eyes that her boyfriend, Fred Weasley would just drool at gazing into them. y/n slept on the wooden ground, piles of blankets to make her sleep comfortable as well as some of the sofa pillows to add.

Ginny was another attractive girl with mid length locks of ginger hair and freckles that sprinkled across her whole face and trailed down her arms and legs , her eyes were a muddy brown colour, bringing out her freckles skin. y/n could see her bright, tangled hair even with the curtains drawn and the moon being the only light to pass through her window.

Y/n had finally sat up, squinting, groggily crawling to her large camping bag and searched for clothes. She lifted up her white spaghetti strap top and switched into her creme jumper from last years christmas, doing the same for her black jogger bottoms and slid on her baggy oversized blue jeans, using a belt to tie it up at her waist. Y/n shoved her pyjamas back into the large back and turned to see Ginny who watched y/n stand up with her elbow over her eyes, a shadow rested over her eyes, smacking her lips as she pulled her fiery red hair away from her mouth, saliva following it.

"Come on Ginny, I'll get you an outfit," y/n suggested but Ginny gave out a dragged sigh and suddenly sprang up from her bed which stopped y/n in her tracks of heading to the younger girls draws.

"No it's fine, I'll get one out, you go get breakfast, Hermione's up anyways," she told and pulled her top draw out, rather quickly that the entire draw cane flying out and dragged both itself and Ginny to the wooden floorboards, her jeans and cardigans flopping out.

"In a bit then," y/n giggled and jogged down the stairs to a strong aroma of Molly Weasleys homemade scones and crossaints which werea favourite of y/n's. Not to mention the varieties for her children spread out on the long table which included of: Beans, eggs, bacon, hash browns, tomatoes, scrambled eggs, toast, French toast, cereal.

anything you'd put on a English breakfast was steaming on the dinning table, y/n was handed a plate from Molly and reached over to pile on some sausages and beans, and as few beans slipped onto her plate from the metal spoon two hands held at her hips and a soft kiss planted on her cheek.

"Hey freddie," she smiled, puttting down her plate and gave her boyfriend a nice warm hug, he kissed the black section of her hair before she pulled away.

"Ready for tonight gorgeous?" He asked her and she nodded. The entire Weasley home was getting buzzed and ready for a day at the quidditch world cup, just beside the white cliffs of Dover everyone attending to watch were to camp beside the stadium.

Pulling out her chair, Molly strode into the kitchen with George just beside her, giving a nice warm 'morning!' as she headed to the sink, passing her son a plate as he dove in the breakfast laid out.