Sparks Fly In The Dark ~A Hogwarts Love Story~
Okay, this is the story of Willow Levine. She is a 14 year old witch. She has a twin, her name is Stella. She also has a younger sister, Summer. They are all a little on the gothic side, but not too much. Anyway, she has a huge crush on Fred Weasley.
A week of re-occurring events.
Anyway, my first lesson for this semester was Care of Magical Creatures. I was pretty happy with that. I have a real passion for animals, you see. It was, however, followed by double potions. Brrrrtttt, shoot me with a tranqueliser now.
I skipped down to breakfast, smiling at the timid little first years trying to find their way. I approached the doors to the Great Hall and suddenly remembered the glance shared between Fred and I at dinner last night. My heart did a little flip and danced a bit and I beamed as I entered the Hall.
"Daydreaming?" Well, did I jump out of my skin. I turned to find the source of the voice, only to be faced with those hazel eyes, once again. Fred Weasley. He cracked a grin and chuckled a little.
"Oh my gosh, Fred. You scared me." He winked and smiled even more.
Why does he wink so much? But then again, I wasn't one to argue. He looked pretty, darn cute when he winked.
"Sorry. By the way, I like it when you do your hair like that...." he pointed to my hair, which I had brushed dead straight.I think he was referring to how a had a few loose plaits from my temples, pinned into the back.
"Thanks." My face was probably as red as his hair. I just stared at my shoes like a stupid little school girl.
"Ha, you're so cute when you blush." And with that, he winked and turned off to the Gryffindor table. I quickly shuffled to the Ravenclaw table, and sat between Stella and a boy named Rodger Davies. Violet sat across from us.
"So, have a nice little chat did we?" Stella asked, not looking out from behind a copy of the Daily Prophet. Even though her face was hidden, I could tell she was smiling. I could hear it in her voice.
"Yes, he said he liked my hair and that I was cute when I blushed."
"Well, if he throws any more compliments at you, you will just be too damn adorable..." Violet mumbled, staring glumly at her toast.
"...... That wasn't even funny. And what's up your kilt?"
"Blaise. He wants to take a break ." She spat the last word.
"What, but you two have been together for ages?!!!!"
"I know. I don't want to talk about it. C'mon, Care of Magical Creatures with Hufflepuffs. Yay!!!" I giggled and followed her out of the Hall, taking one last glance at Fred, who stopped talking to George when he saw me looking at him. He blushed a little, but kept that calm expression on his face.
What. A. Cutie.