The Prewett Girl

3) Strange Interactions

DISCLAIMER: urgh, I STILL don't own Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling still owns the books and the wizarding world!

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flash forward: summer into sixth year

"I."

He takes his hand and traces it along my waist, he guides me back towards the wall.

"Said."

He growls deeply into my ear pushing me into the wall. I'm panting heavily.

"No."

His lips crash into mine before I can respond. He lifts me up and I oblige by wrapping my legs around his waist relishing his warm body against mine. His kiss deepens and his tongue snakes around my mouth. I break our kiss and moan as his lips travel to my neck. I wrap my hands around the back of his head and bring it back up to kiss him. I notice his eyes are glassy and he has tears streaming down his face. He realized I noticed and pulls away quickly, my feet drop to the ground.

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When I told my parents all about my year, bar Pansy, my mother looked a little shocked and she hugged me a little tighter.

"Are you sure it's safe for you there?" She had asked worriedly, my father had consoled her as I wiggled out of her grasp.

"Of course it's safe mum, Dumbledore would never let anything happen to us." I responded impatiently.

"Yes, Jocelyn, I'm sure the school is perfectly safe for Nila, probably much safer than she is wandering around London!" My father had told her, she glanced anxiously at him but just nodded.

My summer was fairly dull without my friends and I was thrilled to receive a letter from Ron instructing me to meet him and the others in Diagon Alley the weekend before the first day of school. I had begged my parents to allow me to go and my mother was hesitant and first even though my father said yes almost immediately.

"Oliver, there is no way I'm letting Nila go wander around this place with complete strangers!" My mother had argued to my father, I had overheard them arguing and had pressed my ear against the door eager to hear if they would let me go.

"You do seem to forget that these people are not strangers!" My father had argued.

"You haven't seen Molly in nearly twenty years, Oliver, and I've never met her. I'm just not comfortable!" My mother had responded, throwing her hands up into the air. I was confused, my father knew Mrs Weasley, when had they met? I wondered, as my mind wandered I missed the rest of the conversation. The door opened and my mother came storming out of there room.

"Nila, you will go, you should start to pack." My mother told me before walking into the kitchen. My father had sighed and told me to hurry up as my mother would be dropping me off on her way to work. I had quickly packed my bag and sent a letter to Ron.

When I got to Diagon Alley I spotted Hermione and ran up to give her a hug she graciously hugged me back. I then exchange hugs with Ron and Harry. Before turning to meet the rest of Ron's family. A stout woman with hair alike Ron and the Twins started open-mouthed at me.

"Er-Hello Mrs Weasley, I'm Nila." I introduced myself to the women. She blinked a few times before coming forward and smiling.

"Pleasure to meet you dear, I've heard so much about you from these three!" The women enveloped me in a tight hug before continuing, "Nila you said?"

"Yes, Nila Prewett." I tilted my head confused as to why Mrs Weasley was acting so strange.

Mrs Weasley smiled, "well, it is so nice to finally meet you." 

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What do you guys think? Why is Mrs Weasley acting so strange? I'm totally open to constructive criticism! Only one more chapter and then we get into the good stuff!