We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Part 2, Chapter 47- Ophelia's POV

**A/N** Hi beautiful humans! Long time no see, but I've been putting off everything recently, school, life, this fic, unfortunately. But I'm back and feeling a lot better so here's a pretty long chapter for you all! (about a thousand words longer than my last one lmao) Fair warning it contains some 18+ content near the end! Lots of love and I hope you enjoy!!! xx

EDIT- Ya'll a huuuuuuuge chunk of the ending didn't upload the first time so I'm back! Everything should be up now xx

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"It's not too much, right? I mean flowers, chocolates, her favourite muggle movie... blankets, pillows... I'm missing something aren't I?" I look up at Chandler who is sitting on the common room sofa watching me stress out.

It's Valentine's Day. The first Valentine's day that I have someone to spend it with.

And Godric I want to make it perfect.

It doesn't help that in potions today Zabini made us brew amorentia, which has become a Hogwarts tradition by the looks of it; every Valentine's every year brews it. But asides the point. Ash wasn't in class today so I couldn't figure out what she smelt. But for me... I smelt Ash. Not like ash from a fireplace; like vanilla icing, lemondade, old books, and laundry detergent. I knew it was her right away; every other time I brewed that potion all I could smell was gun powder, nutmeg, and Mums cooking also known as what my house smells like all the time.

So yeah; I'm a little stressed out.

"You're going to pop that vein in your forehead one day," Chandler says, "It's just a day, relax."

"You're allowed to relax. You fucked it up with Larke and now you don't have anyone to be all cute with."

They broke up a few days ago. Nothing massive happened or anything but they broke up all the same.

Chandler laughs, "Ophelia Weasley. Worrying about being all cute and shit. Never thought I'd see the day."

"Shut up or I'll hex you, Chan. This is serious."

Chandler picks up the small box of chocolates beside him and tosses them onto the coffee table with my sad bouquet of flowers, "As serious as some week-old chocolate and some wilted flowers?"

I sigh and lie down on the carpet, "You're right. I haven't even seen Ash today and I've already fucked it all up with some stale sweets."

"I was fucking around Leah shut up; Ash doesn't need all the fancy shit to have a good time with you."

"So you think now is the best time to start cracking jokes?"

Chandler laughs, "Go get changed into something that isn't covered in firework residue and whatever the fuck that green shit is, it's already half-past three."

I sit up from the floor and wack my shoulder into the coffee table, "Ow FUCK! Holy Godric fuck shit bitch," I shout clutching my shoulder. I groan and stand to my feet.

"Why do they always say Godric's name?" The portrait of Salazar Slytherin says from its spot above the fireplace, "It's never for Salazar's sake, holy Salazar, I swear to Salazar..."

Chandler and I both glare up at the portrait. No one in the common room is fans of when Salazar himself decides to start talking. He held a lot of power when Mum's generation was here, back when people still believed in blood supremacy and whatever, and for a couple of years after when there was still a few mouldy Voldy supporters around. But now he's like your creepy racist uncle that you only see at Christmas dinners and you don't want to leave him alone with the little cousins. Not like I have an uncle like that or anything cause I don't. But that's just the vibe Salazar gives me.