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- the happiness of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation 

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"I'm sure we could easily sneak out of here, everyone is wasted," Fred laughed, his pupils large because of the weed and a slight tint of redness to his skin because of the alcohol but it simply looked like a glowing sunset to Lynnea, what a beauty he was. 

"That could be fun," She smiled back, leaning a little closer but without actually touching him yet. It felt as if the booze burning through her veins was enhancing her smile and that pill a girl had given her made sure the corners of her mouth stayed put. 

The art party in the Ravenclaw common room was always a lot of fun, lots of weed, paint and people in skimpy clothes ready to get painted. Lynnea loved it, showing off her tattoos was always fun and it made easy conversation starters. 

"Fancy seeing you here, Ilves," A voice said and she turned around to look at Graham Montague who was standing way too close to her for her liking. 

The alcohol could be smelled forty feet from him so it was unbearable when he was this close and it instantly caused Lynnea to try and lean away but she was met by a wall instead. 

"Why don't you come ride me like you used to? For old times sake," Montague grinned and Pucey who was behind him with a girl by his side burst out laughing. 

"Fuck off," Fred muttered, pushing the Slytherin away from her before she was able to say anything herself. 

"I wasn't talking to you, Weasel," Montague angrily hissed after gathering himself again. 

"Don't talk to her like that," Fred glared back at him, taking a small step closer to Lynnea so their bodies were pressed together. The smile on her face automatically went even wider, it was so nice standing this close to him.  

"Why do you care? You her newest boyfriend or something?" Montague grinned widely, the alcohol still oozing from him. 

"And so what if I am?" Fred's words made her stomach flutter as he took another menacing step forward, glaring down at the slightly shorter boy. 

"I understand why she wants to keep it away from the public then, honestly you could do better, Ilves, have done better actually," He smirked directly at her, looking her up and down and not fazed at all by Fred's aggressive nature. 

Fred's tense expression faltered slightly and a look of hurt flashed over his face, almost as if Montague had struck a nerve. 

"Can he even afford a sugar quill?" He laughed, glancing over to Pucey who found his friend mightily amusing. Montague was about to say something else but Fred had taken a step forward, fist drawn back before it rammed into his jaw.

"I told you to fuck off," Fred spat, glaring down at the drunk Slytherin now scrambling around on the floor. 

"Let's go," He continued, gripping her wrist while beginning to lead her through the crowd, not caring at all if people saw them. 

Fred sat down on her bed swearing under his breath while clenching his hands around the fabric of his trousers. Lynnea sat down next to him, unsure what to do or what to say so she tried taking his hand in hers but he instantly shook her off. 

"Don't you think handholding is more for your boyfriend?" He spat, getting back on his feet and wandering over to the large arched window.  She looked down to her own lap, picking at the edge of her nails.