obliviate ~ f.weasley.

9 . three broomsticks

"What d'ya reckon we should name him?"

"How about "Fred and George should treat Delilah to hot chocolate at the Three Broomsticks for standing in the freezing cold while they built a bloody snowman for half an hour?"

"Ooh it has a nice ring to it." George quipped, though Fred pulled her into his side and pinched her frost bitten cheek.

"What's the matter with you, misery guts?" He grinned down at her small frame, arms folded tightly over her chest in frustration.

"I'm freezing my arse off, that's what's the matter, Fredrick!" She snapped, though a smirk tugged at the corner of her lip at the widening of their eyes and the gaping of their mouths; it was a rare sight to see the twins gobsmacked, as they were usually the protagonists for said reaction.

"Alright, alright. A hot chocolate and a warm pumpkin pasty for my girl." He pecked her forehead, before gently readjusting her white knitted beanie further down her head in an attempt to warm her up.

"Now that's more like it." The blush that adorned her cheeks had sent a tingly flush through her body, Fred's eyes softened at the sight.

"Ey look," George tapped his brother on the shoulder, Delilah and Fred following his pointed finger with their eyes.

Footprints. Appearing in the snow, though there was no body making them.

Or so they thought.

Fred and George quickly put two and two together, sending each other a nod, a cheeky smile on their lips.

"Boys..." She warned them, arms folded and an unimpressed brow quirked.

They leapt forward, hooking their arms into the air as if they were holding someone hostage between them.

"Clever, Harry," Fred began,

"But not clever enough." George added.

At the mentioned of his name, she finally understood what was happening. And she also knew it meant her hot chocolate and pumpkin pasty was postponed even longer.

"Delilah will you get them off me?!"

"It's useless, Harry, I've been trying to get out of a friendship for the past five years, you're not getting out of this." She earned herself two sets of well deserved glares.

After the kicking of the snow and the twins had successfully subsided the thrashing of a pair of invisible arms, Harry had admitted defeat, and was dragged into an empty stairwell beside the courtyard.

Her stomach grumbled and her fingers felt although they were about to drop off, she huffed as she pressed her back against the wall, zoning out until their exchange was over with.

Delilah delved in and out of conversation, well, listening to it. A map, a one eyed witch, Honeydukes.

Another groan sounded deep in her core. She was past the point of hunger, and was now beginning to feel sick from lack of food that she had been promised not a few hours ago.

Another growl. The twins and Harry showed no signs of leaving as they discussed the old piece of parchment Harry had.

Her patience had simmered away.

With another harsh huff, she swivelled away and stalked through the blanketed snow and towards the exit of the grounds. Delilah hated being hungry, and despised being cold. Combine the two together, and she was a starved lion ready to pounce.