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Vampires [chapter 16]

In a quiet, almost-hidden corner, a Slytherin girl sat reading through some notes. There was a quiz in the next class she had to go to, so it was a pretty logical thing. In her twenty minute passing period, she'd cram in as much as she could.

She enjoyed spending time with her friends, but sometimes they were just a bit much for her. Instead of being around them and tuning them out as best she could while having a last minute cram session as per usual, she sought out a quiet place. Her quiet place.

She'd found it during her first month at Hogwarts. Hannah, Lee, George, and Fred were all being incredibly loud, and she needed to do her homework. Presently, she still uses the spot to have a moment to herself. It was her little secret. A small nook of the castle grounds that went unnoticed by just about everyone. A quiet place. Her quiet place.

"So this is where you disappear to."

Until today.

"What do you want?" she asked, barely sparring him so much as a glance. A scowl was barely held back when the red head sat down across from her in the nook.

A halfhearted sigh fell from his lips, "Oh, y'know..." The Weasley swiped her notes from her, keeping her away with one hand and flipping through them with the other. When boredom strikes Fred Weasley, y/n l/n is the perfect cure.

"Give them back," she half groaned, trying and failing miserably to dodge Fred and get her notes back. "Is your only goal in life to torture me?"

Fred tilted his head, "Yeah, something like that." After a total of five page flips, Fred got bored of the whole note stealing thing and started letting his mind wander to find something else. That didn't take very long either. "How old are you?" No longer occupied with keeping her away, his blocking her slipped.

She was able to successfully get her stuff back, "I'm fifteen."

"Still?"

"Yeah," she mumbled in slight confusion. Fred had managed to capture all her attention away from studying. "Why...?"

"Nothing. It's just—" Fred shrugged his shoulders. He looked out a nearby window, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a good pause for a moment, and right when the girl was about to start urging him to speak, he spoke. "You're a..."

She looked like she was about to go crazy, "I'm a what?"

"You're like," Fred started, pausing to momentarily think over how to say his next words. "You're a toddler compared to me."

"I am not," she scoffed, disappointed that she had been on the edge of her seat for something that Fred Weasley, of all people, had to say about her.

Fred grinned, "Yeah you are." That grin quickly transformed into his 'I'm-so-about-to-get-on-y/n-l/n's-nerves' smirk. He slipped his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall, "I'm like a year older than you."

An eye roll. He received an eye roll at his commentary. "You're a few months older than me."

"You should just turn sixteen already," Fred said casually.

"I can't control that, and you know I can't control that," she retorted heatedly. Honestly, she was the only one truly trying to argue. Fred was just having some fun.

"You should," he shrugged simply. "Or you can remain my favorite toddler forever."

"I have a late birthday!"

"Sounds like an excuse to me..."

"Follow the bickering, and my favorite frenemies won't be too far away," a voice interrupted the two. A familiar Gryffindor sat down in between the two, putting their back and forth at a pause. "If Hannah and George are the newlyweds, then you two are to old couple that should've gotten divorced decades ago!"