Chapter 1
Let’s face it. You were never one for parties, so it wasn’t surprising how badly you stuck out. You had ditched your House colors for a plain tee and jeans. You had a bottle of butterbeer and you stayed close to the wall, trying to shrink away from the rowdier Gryffindors.
One of the more intoxicated seventh years made his way to your side. “Hey, cutie,” he slurred, slinging an arm around your shoulders, peering down your shirt. “What’re you doing here all alone?”
You scrunched up your nose. “Please leave me alone.”
The older boy only laughed and nuzzled his face into your neck. “C’mon, doll,” he mumbled. “This is a party, you’re supposed to have fun, let loose for a while. Don’t be so stuck up.”
“I’m pretty sure they said no, Carter.”
You looked up and saw a tall boy with dreadlocks watching you, his arms crossed. He held his hand out to you and you took it, letting him drag you away from the boy he’d called Carter. He took you to the drink table and got you a new butterbeer. “Just in case,” he said, flashing you a dimpled smile. “Some guys are pretty sleazy.”
You grinned. “Tell me about it. Lemme guess,” you said, leaning against the wall. “It’s your solemn duty to protect everyone from the sleazy, desperate, intoxicated ones.”
He saluted you with two fingers. “Yep, your guess is correct,” he said, bowing low. “Lee Jordan, protector of the innocent and the ass-kicker of the... not-so-innocent.” He grinned. “And who might you be?”
You tipped your bottle in his direction. “Y/n L/n, one of the innocents.” You curtsied, sipping from the bottle. “It was an honor to be protected by you, Lee.”
He leaned against the wall next to you and began scouting out the sleazes. Apparently satisfied with the peace, he turned his attention back to you. “So, how’d you get invited?”
You swallowed the sip of butterbeer, mulling over how to answer. You didn’t want to tell him you ducked in after almost getting caught by Filch past curfew, and the Room of Requirement party was the first thing you remembered. “Hm?”
“The end-of-year party was the twins’ idea,” Lee pressed. “So, how do you know George? He was the one who handed out the invitations.”
“Uh, I’m dating his brother,” you said, thinking off the top of your head.
Lee’s face lit up. “Really?” he asked. “That’s great, good for you. Fred really needed someone.” He patted your shoulder and made his way to the center of the room. You put the bottle to your lips again, about to take a sip, when someone tapped your shoulder. You jumped, almost spilling butterbeer down your front.
Two redheads stood behind you. Their bright blue eyes twinkled. “Hi,” one of them said, his splash of freckles glittering under the light. “Lee told us where you were. I’m George, and this is--”
“She knows who I am, you dolt,” the second twin interjected.
“Anyway!” George interrupted. “You’re my brother’s girlfriend? About time he got one, honestly, he’s been lonely for ages. How long have you two been together?”
You paled. Well, shit. Karma’s working pretty fast. You said nothing, your face tinged bright pink. The second twin slung his arm around your waist, smiling. “She’s shy,” he told George, pulling you close. “It’s really new to the both of us. We’ve been together for two weeks.” He turned to you. “I haven’t seen you all night,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “I believe you still owe me a dance.”
You let him lead you onto the dance floor, pulling you into a slow dance. You fell into rhythm, one hand holding his and the other resting on his shoulder. After a few minutes, you spoke.
“I’m really sorry,” you told him, shaking your head. “I have no idea why I said that. Jeez, I’m so slow.”
“It’s okay, uh…”
“Oh Merlin, you don’t even know my name.” You blushed. “Y/n.”
“It’s okay, Y/n,” the twin continued. “I’d date me too, no problem. But now I’ve got to lie to George. Oh, I’m Fred, by the way. Fred Weasley.” He twirled you out and brought you back in to his chest.
“You don’t have to,” you pointed out. “Lie to him, I mean. I can tell him the truth.”
“What, and risk breaking his poor heart?” Fred asked. “C’mon. You can’t honestly tell me that you could march on over to him and tell him that I’m still lonely.” He quirked a brow at you.
You sighed, biting your lip. “I suppose not,” you mumbled. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, then.”
Fred smiled at you. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” He cleared his throat. “As your boyfriend, Y/n, I must invite you over for the summer to meet my family.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Your face tinged dark pink as led you off the dance floor to go sit with him and George. “I- I guess I can come...? The whole summer...?”
“Yup,” George interjected. “Three whole months of the Weasley/Potter madness. You’re doomed.”
Fred smacked him upside the head. “Are you trying to scare her off, you total idiot? We have to get through the train ride tomorrow.”
You sighed, squeezing Fred’s hand gently. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, and judging by the smirk on Fred’s face, you certainly were doomed.
