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Harry Potter Preferences

How You Met Harry Y/N met Harry in first year on the train to Hogwarts. It was so much to take in between all the supplies and the kids on the train ranging in all different years that y/n had just opened a compartment and didn't look in first to see who it was. She had taken a seat and exhaled a breath that she had been holding before looking up and their eyes connected with green eyes hidden behind broken glasses.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just barge into your compartment." She said nervously, biting on her lower lip before the boy just smiled back. "No, It's alright." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Ron Y/N met Ron in fourth year. She had always seen Ron Weasley in the Great Hall, classes, the common room, and even during Hogsmeade trips but never gained the courage to go talk to him. She was always too nervous that she would embarrass herself in front of him.

This was a particularly special Hogsmeade trip, the one before Christmas break where the students would leave to all go back home. Y/N's family was out of the country visiting America so that meant she was to stay at Hogwarts this year so she was gathering as much as she could to keep herself entertained, grabbing a new quill and some ink as well as a lot more parchment before deciding to make her way to Honeydukes.

Making her way inside, she was greeted with the warm air and gave a sigh of gratitude that the shop owners had it nice enough for the kids to get out of the cold. She browsed for a moment, grabbing sweets here and there before grabbing onto the last chocolate frog, just when another grabbed at it as well. Looking up, her cheeks flushed and she took her hand back quickly.

"Sorry." She all but squeaked out, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

"Oh it's alright. You obviously like them like I do." He said a bit cheekily, causing her to smile some and ease up. He noticed smile and hummed. "Here, you can have this and ill just pack up a lot of chocolate wands." He told her, placing it in her hand.

"Oh no, you don't have to-"

"I know, but I'm going to do it anyways." He sent her a wink, which had her face flushing even worst especially since she couldn't remember if he had ever winked at anyone else before either.

"Well, at least let me pay for butter beer at the Three Broomsticks." Y/N muttered before her eyes widened some. "A-As a way to make amends for taking the last one." She said quickly.

He seemed to ponder it before nodding his head. "Sure, that sounds fair. I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley."

Seamus Second year was where Y/N met Seamus. She had just walked into the Great Hall for dinner, starved after a day of class and a bit annoyed by dealing with Malfoy taunting her most the day as well.

She had been so focused on the food, she barely noticed the boy at the table muttering a spell to himself and flicking his wand back and forth to try to get it to work. It wasn't more than thirty seconds later that a loud boom was heard and the smell of burnt hair hit her nostrils.

Turning to inspect the damage, Y/N made her way over to the boy, one she recognized from some of her classes.

"Wow, that happens to you a lot, doesn't it?" She teased lightly, putting out a small fire at the end of his hair. She had seen the kid blow himself up more than he was producing any kind of spells.

"Just enough to keep me on me toes." He said, his accent thick as he turned to see who had approached him.

She laughed, shaking her head and deciding to take a seat next to the burnt boy. "Promise not to explode while I eat?" She asked, eyebrow raised at him in a joking way, causing him to smirk.

"I will definitely try not to if it means your company." He mumbled to himself as she started eating. Sipping some pumpkin juice, she turned and held out her hand.

"Y/N is my name."

"Seamus."

Oliver Oliver and Y/N met in her first year and his second year. Y/N was enamored by the whole wizarding world and the aspects of it. She would often read books on the history of magic and anything that had to do with the wizarding world and its differences from the muggle world.

Y/N had been looking through the local book store, grabbing as many books as she could on anything that peaked her interest in that moment when she looked out the window and saw the broom store. She realized that she was running out of time before her parents found her and said it was time to leave and she hadn't even gotten a broom.

Racing out of the bookstore after paying, a bag of books on her arm that she was just barely able to carry, she made her way to the shop. Walking in and seeing all the brooms took her breath away. "These would be great for Quidditch." She murmured, looking at one of the newest models.

"Yes they would be. Are you interested in Quidditch?" She heard a scottish accent say. Turning around, she noticed a boy probably a little older than she was looking at the same brooms.

"Very much so. I've read all about it and seen as many games as I could. " She gushed, though stopped soon enough since she didn't want to come off as strange. "I want to try out to be a chaser or beater." She told him happily.

"Really? I am going out for keeper this year for my house, Gryffindor. Maybe I'll see you on the field." He grinned, winking at her and causing her to blush darkly.

"Maybe you will." She hummed back, picking up a broom and going to say something else when she saw her parents outside.

"Oh bugger, I need to go and buy this. Hope to see you again, on or off the field!" She murmured, walking away before pausing and turning around. "I'm Y/N by the way." She said, waving and walking off before he could speak.

"I'm Oliver!" He shouted, smiling and shaking his head some.

Fred Playing on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was always Y/N's dream. She loved to fly on her broom and knock the bludger around the field while trying to help her teammates with the quaffle.

She heard the whiz of the golden snitch and watched as the seekers sped after it, dodging the other players. Y/N was currently helping her chaser teammates, making sure the bludger didn't get near them when one of the Gryffindors beaters, some red head she vaguely recognized had hit the bludger in her direction, hitting her in the side and causing her to lose control over her broom.

Y/N groaned in pain and tried to control herself enough not to fall but the pain in her side was unbearable and she couldn't get a grip on her broom. The ground grew closer and closer before she felt herself in someones arms, halting her decent while her broom landed on the ground.

Her rescuer lowered her to the ground, her teammates and the other team huddling over her and she grasped at her ribs in pain, eyes clenched shut in pain as she listened to those above her.

"Is she going to be okay?" Her team captain.

"I didn't mean to hit it directly at her I swear. She always dodges it or hits it away!" A voice she didn't recognize.

"George, we all know it was an accident. We're just lucky that Fred was there to catch her or she'd be much worst." Angelina Johnson voiced overtook the others, being a familiar voice since they were friends.

"Can everyone just be quiet and get me something for this pain so I can get back to playing?" She muttered, causing a few light hearted chuckles to go around above her.

"I'm sorry Y/N but you probably won't play the rest of this game." Her captain said, shaking her head and the girls eyes opened to look at everyone gathered around her.

"Like hell."

"Oh, feisty one this one." Someone chuckled and she looked up, seeing one of the twins from the other team.

Oi, are you the one who saved me or hit me from the sky?" She asked, sitting up but hissing some in pain.

"I'm the one who saved you. Congratulations, you got yourself your own Knight in Shining Armor." He joked, doing a playful bow.

She laughed and let her head rest back against the ground. "Remind me to thank you properly with a kiss later." She said sarcastically.

"Oh definitely will do."

George Hogwarts castle was amazing, everything that Y/N had imagined it would be when she had gotten her letter. She spent a lot of time reading about the school, though she was trying to figure out more about secrets that the castle could hold (different passsage ways, secret entrances and stuff like that.)

After the feast started and she was finished eating, she made her way out of the Great Hall, making sure that not many people had seen her and began searching around. She wouldn't get in trouble but having an adult around wouldn't be much fun for what she had in mind.

When she was sure she wasn't being followed, she made her way through the halls, dragging her hand along the rough surface as she walked, recalling everywhere she went so she'd be able to find her way back. She bit her lip when she heard some footsteps, pausing mid stride as the footsteps quickened and ran towards her.

She backed away but someone rounded the corner and ran into her, knocking them both to the ground. Y/N let out a groan of pain, looking up at the person who had landed on her. His hair was red and he seemed just a bit older than she was.

The boy looked down at her and blinked, noticing her eyes first before his face flushed and he moved off of her. "Sorry about that but we need to move. Filch is close." He said quickly, standing up and taking her hand, pulling her up as well and running with her through the halls.

After hiding out around the castle, they made it back to the Gryffindor common room , both out of breath and red faced. George rubbed the back of his neck and grinned, apologizing once more that she got messed up in his pranking Filch and she just shook it off saying, "Are you kidding? That was so much fun! Even if I never did get your name first." She teased, ruffling his red hair which was a but difficult with their height difference.

"George Weasley" He introduce, bowing in an over exaggerated fashion and taking her hand, kissing the top of it.

She laughed and blushed, doing a mock curtsy. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weasley. I'm Y/N."

"Pleasures all mine." He smirked.

Neville Trying to sleep in the castle was easier on some nights than others. On this night, it was Y/N's first year at Hogwarts and her first restless night as well. Her thoughts kept going back and forth between classes and the peoples she met, those who she had made friends with and those who she didn't particularly like.

There were three people she couldn't decide on however. Granger, Weasley and Potter. Sure they were nice but they were also the three costing Gryffindor most of the house points.

Deciding sleep was never going to happen, Y/N moved out of bed, making sure not to wake anyone in the shared room and making her way out and down the stairs to the common room. She did like sleeping beside a fireplace back home. "It's pretty cold out tonight." She grumbled to herself as she walked towards the couch, gasping as her foot connected with something on the ground and she fell to the floor.

Groaning, Y/N sat up and turned so she was sitting on the ground and saw a boy who was in her Herbology class. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed, shaking him and seeing he was under some kind of spell. She wracked her brain through her eidetic memory, remembering a counter spell and mumbling it, pointing her wand at him and watching as the still boy began to move.

"Thank you." He murmured, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "The three kids costing us our points froze me. He explained, leaning back against the couch.

She sighed and shook her head. "Those three are going to get us into a ton of trouble and cost us even more of our house point than we've already lost!" She exclaimed, shaking her head.

They sat in silence for a moment before the boy looked over at her. "My name is Neville. Neville Longbottom."

Her lips quirked up into a smile and she leaned her head back. "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N."

Draco "Do it." Ginny said, smirking at her friend. They were in a game of truth or dare after dinner in the great hall since there were hardly any other people left.

"What? You're crazy. Parkinson will hex me right then and there." Y/N sighed, shaking her head and leaning on the table. Ginny Weasley, her best friend since they got to Hogwarts, was daring her to walk over to the Slytherin table and kiss Draco Malfoy.

"If you don't, then you will lose and have to do whatever my brothers say for a month." Ginny laughed and shook her head. It was a bet that neither of them wanted to lose, especially since Fred and George both wanted a guinea pig to try their new products.

Letting out a groan, Y/N's eyes moved towards the Slytherin table, watching as Pansy left with a different slytherin girl, winking and saying something to Draco that caused his face to screw up a bit in disgust. "And there’s your opening." Ginny grinned.

Standing with a sigh, the girl stood up, catching a few looks from some remaining students before they went back to their conversations amongst each other. What caught their attention and kept it there was when she made her way to the Slytherin table, head held high and oozing confidence, even though she was feeling like a nervous wreck inside.

Her eyes connected with Dracos and he had a confused look on his face as she was soon right beside him, though he quickly masked it to one of disgust.

"What do you want?" He asked, glaring at her and raising an eyebrow.

She sighed and glanced back to Ginny who just gave her a triumphant smirk which only urged Y/N on. Fists closed around Dracos vest, pulling him up some as she leaned down, pressing her lips against his. It was brief, but the warmth that the kiss sent through her almost had her not wanting to pull away.

Without a word, she pulled back, not showing anything on her face as she made her way back to Ginny, feeling eyes on her back and following her to the table. She sat down opposite of her friend and smirked at the look on Ginnys face, eyes glancing past her to see Draco staring at her.

"Your turn."

Cedric Watching the Hufflepuff and Slytherin match was always entertaining. Well, if anyone asked Y/N thats what she would say, but really she only went to the game to see one person. Cedric Diggory. He was in her year and the captain and seeker on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, not to mention the most sought after guy in school. It was almost a normal reaction of a girl at Hogwarts to like the handsome seeker but Y/N hadn't really had a crush on him, other than maybe being attracted to just his looks and no one would blame her for that.

Having Cedric in class was one of the ways she got to know him. They weren't partnered together but they always sat close to each other and she could tell that the boy was funny and charming, if not a bit cheesy with pick up lines sometimes. Y/N had never talked to the boy but she had wanted to for some time.

Soon, a bunch of cheering and applause broke her train of thought, seeing the match was over and the Slytherin seeker had caught the snitch, she frowned and watched the Hufflepuff players.

Making her way down to the field, Y/N pushed pass a few Slytherins who had made their way to congratulate their team and headed towards the seeker who was frowning and running his fingers through his hair.

She smiled softly as she got closer to him and bit the inside of her cheek. "Good game today." She told him, watching as he snapped his head to look in her direction.

"Nice game? We lost."

"Only because they caught the snitch. You were winning otherwise." She said almost immediately, shrugging her shoulders and adjusting her scarf around her neck.

Cedric looked over her, wary of the girl talking to him. Girls always did but never after a game where they lost. He must lose his appeal after that.

"I guess so..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "So, I don't know you, but you came down here to talk to me after we lose a match?" He was confused and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"You're in plenty of my classes and you seemed upset. Figured I'd come down and make sure you were okay." She hummed, giving him a grin. It was infectious and soon enough he was smiling too.

"Well thank you for that. I am alright now." Cedric murmured cheesily, causing Y/N to shake her head. "My names Cedric by the way, though you might already know that." He joked.

She laughed and nodded a bit. "I'm Y/N."

Newt Being a third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was fantastic, especially since it was the year that Care of Magical Creatures was taught. Not everyone was ecstatic for this other than Y/N. She loved learning about different magical creatures, having read almost every book about them that she could find.

Todays lesson was on a Niffler and she was having the best time. The little creatures was attracted to anything shiny and she purposely brought a few coins for him. She giggled as the Niffler scurried around her and she held out the coin, watching as it jumped into action and scurried across her arm to get to it, sniffing it and then putting it away in it's pouch.

"H-He likes y-you."

She heard, turning her head a bit as the Niffler once again started searching for more coins or anything shiny that it could get it's hands on.

"Well I like him. He's an adorable creature, though probably very troublesome in the city where everything shines." She giggles, offering the boy a coin. He took it and the Niffler moved over to him, looking him over excitedly for more things.

She took the moment to look over the boy. He was in hufflepuff judging by the black and yellow scarf wrapped around his neck and seemed rather sweet. She watched him as he interacted with the Niffler, smiling as it seems the creature took a liking to him.

"Well, I think he likes you too." She laughed, reaching over and petting the Niffler as he glances at her curiously. Most made fun of him at Hogwarts but she wasn't doing that in the moment.

"I'm uh.... Newt... Newt Scamander." He mumbled.

"Scamander huh? I've met Theseus but I have yet to see you around. I'm Y/N."

"You know Theseus?"

"I do but he's not all that nice." She mumbled, causing him to smile a little bit.

"Yeah, he can be like that sometimes."

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Will You Go With Me? || Neville x OC

Paring : Neville Longbottom x Calypso Granger (OC)

Neville Longbottom was a shy, courageous, adorable dork and Calypso Arelia Granger was smitten. Being in different houses, Neville in Gryffindor and Calypso in Ravenclaw, did nothing to quell the way her heart beat erratically every time they had a class together, or when their eyes met in the Great Hall for meals. No, nothing could be done about that in the four years they’ve known each other.

The day started out like any other, waking up to get ready for the day, meeting her sister, Harry, and Ron before making their way to breakfast. They had all met on the train in their first year, Hermione meeting the boys first to try to find Nevilles toad Trevor while Calypso had stayed behind to try and calm the hysteric boy down enough to get a coherent sentence out of him. She had done so just as they got to Hogwarts and the students moved out of the train an onto the boats, her hand rubbing his back in a comforting way as they got to the school. The two hadn’t parted the whole time until the sorting hat sorted them into two separate houses and Calypso had wished for once that she was in her sisters place and by the shy boys side at the red and golden table.

So the Yule ball is coming up, are you going with anyone yet, Caly?“ Ron asked, glancing at Hermione for just a brief second. Calypso was the only one to believe he had feelings for her sister and was still trying to urge the other to ask her out.

"Nope.” She hummed, popping the p. “I haven’t been asked and I would rather not ask anyone.” Calypso mumbled, shrugging her shoulders and tucking her brown hair behind her ear. She already knew who she wanted to ask her, and she had said no to a few people who had asked, but it was a slim chance he would. She didn’t even think he felt that way towards her.

Hermione gave her a look and smirked. “I know exactly who she wishes would ask her but he might never get the courage to.” She said matter-a-factly. “And I know who you want to be asked by so I would keep your mouth shut ‘Mione.” She grumbled, smirking back and shaking her head.

They stepped into the Great Hall Calypsos eyes automatically going to the Gryffindor table and spotting her black haired friend who eyes met hers. She felt the heat rising up her neck to her cheeks and glanced away, biting her lower lip. Just seeing him sent butterflies to her stomach and her brain grew fuzzy for a moment. Breakfast passed like usual, jokes were flung from a few Ravenclaws about Caly eating with the Gryffindors, but she grew use to it from passed years. She talked animatedly with her sister about her classes and the ball, giving away how excited she actually was.

Soon it was time for her first class with Neville, Potions. She made her way, making sure to check her hair and makeup as she got close. As she neared the classroom, she felt someones hand on her arm, jerking her into an empty classroom and causing Calypso to let out a gasp. She whirled around from where she stood as she heard the door shut and saw Neville standing there, fidgeting and nervous.

“Neville? What-Why did you pull me in here?” She asked, her voice full of confusion and her eyebrows furrowed at him in question. He had never done something like this before, pulling her into an empty classroom.

He looked at her, eyes drifting over her face and her expression. She always looked so cute when she was confused. “C-Calypso…I uh… I-I was w-wondering…” He was cursing himself for stuttering so much, just trying to get the words he wanted out was a horrific attempt.

Calypsos confused face fell as she noted the stuttering and how his face fell as he noticed it as well. She walked over, taking his hand gently and rubbing a circle on the back of it with her thumb, watching as Nevilles face took on a red hue. “Neville, just breathe. You know you can talk to me about anything.” She hummed, giving him a soft smile. Maybe he wanted homework help or advice on how to ask someone to the ball. She would help either way, even if the latter would sting her a bit.

Neville slowly took a breath, trying to even out his breathing as he looked at their combined hands. It was sending warmth through him and he couldn’t help the small smile that was on his face. “I know that, Caly.” He whispered. He looked at her, moving his free hand carefully to take her other hand, a bit more confident than he was before. “I-I was just wondering if you… if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball… With…with me.” He finally got out, cheeks flushed and his nervous fidget coming back.

Calypso looked at him, frozen in shock that he had actually asked her.“I-I… Neville… Yes!” She finally got out, a small giggle coming at the end of the yes as she moved to hug him happily.

“Yes?”

“Yes! A hundred times yes! I’ve been waiting for you to ask me, slow poke.” She grinned, pulling back from the hug and looking up at him.

He smiled back and grinned, excitement filling him that the crush he had since first year had said yes to being his date. Him, Neville Longbottom has a date. He didn’t even think about it as his head lowered and he connected their lips in a kiss, a shock running through both of them at the contact. Calypso was shocked at first but slowly fell into it, arms around Nevilles neck and fingers slipping into his hair as his hands found her waist to pull her closer.

The kiss deepened a bit, the excitement and love fueling it as neither wanted to pull away nor did they want the other too either. Just as Neville had pulled Calypso so she was up against him, the door to the classroom slammed open, revealing a decently angered Professor Snape that not only were they not in his class but they were in an empty classroom snogging.

The pair jumped apart, both faces a deep, dark red and their eyes wide. “Detention tonight.” He said, stepping to the side to let them go. The two shuffled out, nervous apologies being uttered as they did so but glancing at each other had small smiles on their faces and their fingers were linked as they walked into the potions classroom, taking their respective seats with Neville by Seamus and Calypso by Hermione.

Hermione smirked at her sisters face and leaned on her hand. “Saw you two come in. Take it he asked you?” The girl just nodded her head, still dazed by the kiss and a smile on her face. She chanced a glance back to Neville, seeing him talking to Seamus before he glanced at her as well. The two were excited for the Yule Ball and the leading up to and after portions of it as well.

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That’s My Girl || Fred x OC

Pairing : Fred Weasley x Scarlett Finnigan (OC)

"Draco Malfoy is an insufferable git." Scarlett mumbled from her spot on the bed in the medical wing. Normally, she was able to ignore Malfoys annoying, yet amusing, comments and she was hardly ever one of his victims when he wanted to cause some havoc on anyone at the school.

She had been in the middle of a quidditch match between Gryffindor, her house, and Slytherin when he had knocked her off of her broom. She barely had time to register that she was falling before her arm hit the ground first. The pain was excruciating and she tried, and failed, to hold back the moans of pain that passed through her slightly glossed lips.

Madam Pomfrey had immediately gone to her aid and placed the girl on a stretcher, bringing her back to the hospital wing in the school. Scarlett passed out before she got there, only waking up briefly to mumble and then passing back out again.

When she woke up again, her arm was in a sling and Pomfrey scurried over to her with some medicine. "Take this dear." She said.

She held out a spoonful of silver, foul smelling liquid. A sigh left the girls lips as she downed it, swallowing it before letting out a strangled cough.

"Is that Scarlett Finnigan I see wide awake over there?" A voice called, one she knew all to well.

"Fred? What in Merlins beard are you doing here?" She wondered, watching him as he walked to her, his normal grin on his face.

"Figure you'd be waking up soon and I wanted my devilishly handsome face to be the first thing you saw." He smiled sending a wink her way.

"As lovely as that sounds Fred, I've already seen Pomfreys face." She teased, sitting up and leaning back on the pillows as Fred pouted. "So..." Scarlett started, seeing her jersey and remembering what happened. "How id the game go? Please tell me we beat the Slytherins." She questioned, not wanting to hear that the Slytherins won and have to listen to their gloating about it.

"Luckily, Harry is a much better seeker than Malfoy." He said the Slytherins name with such distaste and hatred, his eyes glaring at her slinged arm. "Whoa boy, calm down. My arm didn't do anything to you." She teased, patting his shoulder with her free hand.

He snapped out of his anger, a red hue covering his cheeks for a moment before he willed it away. "Right, I know that. Besides, George is already looking into a plan to get Malfoy back for what he did to you."

"Really? Here I thought he' be too busy trying to catch Annabelle Snapes interest to think about pranking a jerk who took a shot during the match." She laughed. She liked to tease the Weasleys, especially George when it came to the girls that he fancies.

"You kidding? He wouldn't miss the opportunity to prank that git, even if it takes time from his swooning. He thinks of you as his sister after all. Fred joked, causing her to laugh softly. Fred just listened, always enjoying how her laugh sounded in his ears, like music.

He took a moment to observe her, taking notice of how her red curls fell down her shoulders and back and still looking perfect, even if it was a little ruffled from laying on it. He loved how her skin was pale and he couldn't remember if he had ever actually seen any blemishes on her, just the freckles that spread over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose that he found absolutely adorable on her. He looked at her chocolate eyes last, though that was his favorite feature about her. He loved how they lit up when she smiled or laughed, how they always had hints of playfulness in them, even when she seemed completely angry or upset at someone.

Scarlett ran her uninjured fingers through her hair, biting her lower lip softly as the quiet surrounding them began to become too much.

When her eyes glanced back to Fred, he was already looking at her and her cheeks burned. "What? Do I have something on my face? Did I cut it or something when I fell?" She mumbled, her hand moving up to her face for a moment.

Fred seemed to shake out of the trance he was in and shook his head, reaching over and grabbing her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

"F-Fred?" She questioned, cursing herself for stuttering.

"You look as gorgeous as always Scar." He murmured, thumb stroking the top of her hand. He saw her reddened cheeks and curious gaze on him and couldn't help but to lean in, pressing his lip against hers. Magic was the only word that came to mind to even try to describe how the kiss had felt for him, hoping she was feeling the same spark he was. The kiss was short but passionate, his free hand reaching up to cup her cheek and he pulled back.

Scarlett blinked at him, butterflies in her stomach as his thumb rubbed against her cheek bone. "So, I get not isn't the perfect time but since you weren't at the end of the game where I originally planned this, this will have to do." He mumbled.

Before she could question him, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a red velvet box. He opened it to her, revealing the gold chain with a fire charm that must have been charmed to look like real fire. "Scarlett Anastasia Finnigan, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" He asked, a confident grin on his face.

Looking up at Fred in shock, chocolate brown eyes staring into coffee brown eyes, Scarlett couldn’t get any words out but nodded her head quickly. "Y-yes! Oh, I mean uh, yes of course Fred!" She got out, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

Fred let out a breath, one that he wasn't even aware that he was holding. When he pulled back, he carefully placed the necklace around her neck.

"Finally! Now that you two are together, would someone like to help me with my dating life?" George called from the entrance to the hospital wing, causing Madam Pomfrey to shush him.

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure all the help n the world will help you, Georgie!" Scarlett called back, gripping onto Freds hand and grinning at the other Weasley twin before looking back to Fred who was staring at her again.

She smiled, kissing his cheek as she moved off of the be. "Now, let's go prank the resident Slytherin Twit, shall we?"

"That's my girl!"

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