The One With All The Slytherins

Chapter 24: Summer

"Ariana!" Hermione hissed, shaking me awake. "Ariana! Wake up."

I groaned and rolled over to look at the alarm clock. It was 5:30 in the morning. I tried to close my eyes to go back to sleep but Hermione shrieked again.

"Come on, Ron. Your mum says breakfast is ready!" Hermione shouted to him as she walked down the stairs and I closed my eyes to go back to sleep.

I looked down at Harry who was sleeping on the floor who had gone back to sleep also. Mrs. Weasley had given him several pillows and blankets the night before to get comfortable on the floor even though I insisted he sleep on the bed and I could sleep on the floor. Harry refused. Ginny didn't have enough space in her bedroom for me, Hermione, and Lainey to sleep in so I had so sleep in Ron's bedroom with him and Harry. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let me sleep in the twins' bedroom either for obvious reasons.

The three of us were woken up once again twenty minutes later by Mrs. Weasley, who kept smacking us with her towel. Those twenty minutes were like heaven since Harry and I didn't go to bed until one o'clock in the morning. We were up all night talking about theories of why his scar had been hurting more than ever this summer and also the actual meaning behind why I dyed my hair.

"Let's go, kids! You have to leave in ten minutes! Get up! Get up!"

I rubbed my eyes and pulled the ten million strands of hair out of my face. I sat up and made eye contact with Harry who looked just as dead as I most likely did. I chuckled and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I almost hit Harry with my feet as I grabbed my clothes from the nightstand and went into the bathroom across the hall to change.

It only took me ten minutes to get makeup, clothes, and shoes on once I got going and it took the boys half as long, even with their eyes half open. When we got down to the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley had breakfast ready, just like Hermione had said. We had to leave as soon as we finally got down there so I just grabbed two pieces of toast and a hard-boiled egg and called it good. 

Mrs. Weasley was yelling at Fred and George when we finally reached the door to leave and my eyes widened at her tone. I had rarely heard her use that tone before. 

"Let me check your pockets!" she ordered. The twins acted as if everything was okay, as if they definitely weren't smuggling their candies into the World Cup. I wasn't sure how they were so calm and collected. They lied so easily.

"Here," Fred said, only turning out the back pocket of his jeans. George did the same thing.

"And what is in these pockets?" she asked and then continued to grab all the candies from the pockets inside the twins' sweatshirts. There were at least 100 little candies in both of their sweatshirts when Mrs. Weasley took them out. They just kept piling out of their pockets as the rest of us stared at them in awe. It was like a never ending flow. I wasn't even sure how they fit that many candies in their pockets.

We finally got going and out the door ten minutes after Mrs. Weasley took away the rest of the candies from each of their pockets and sacks they had been hiding and kept scolding them for five more minutes.

"Do you still have them?" Fred asked Lainey once we got far enough from the house so Mrs. Weasley couldn't hear him. He peaked his head over her shoulder and winked at me.

"Of course," Lainey replied as she took out a bag of candies from her pockets. My jaw dropped and I giggled.

"You're amazing. What do those even do?" I asked Fred who smirked at me.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Can't wait," I said dryly.

 Mrs. Weasley decided not to go to the Quidditch match so it was just Mr. Weasley taking the eight of us. That was a lot of teenagers to have to watch and take care of but it wasn't like he hadn't had any practice over the years. He did have seven children, after all.