A Weasley Kind Of Romance

Rated: T, I'm paranoid. I feel that little kids shouldn't be reading about, erm, "passionate snogging." (In later chapters)

Summary: 'George, do you think this is one of those girl things where they say they hate you, but really they mean they love you?' 'Fred, considering you just nearly killed her, I'd reckon not, mate.'

Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from these stories, and all creative character rights (apart from my OC) belong to Ms. Rowling.

Main Pairing: Fred Weasley/ OC (Juliet Clearwater- Penelope's younger sister)

Chapter One: Eyes

Fred and Juliet's eyes meet. Such a momentous occasion it deserves a chapter. Oh, and it sets up the story.

-Fred-

"See any good ones yet, Fred?" George asked me, his mouth stuffed with sweets he'd smuggled in. My eyes roamed the cluster of young witches at the front of the great hall.

"I swear they get smaller every year." I said, shaking my head. "And this is one sorry lot."

A tall girl with braided hair whipped her head around to face us. "Are you checking out the first years? That's revolting."

George swallowed and explained. "Technically, m'dear, we are not 'checking them out', we are simply prospecting."

The girl huffed and turned back around. I leaned over to George to loudly whisper something regarding the girl, but the Hogwart's headmaster stepped in front of the first years and cleared his throat. The Great Hall hushed instantly, eyes peeled towards the ancient wizard as he began to speak.

Blimey, I know Dumbledore's a great wizard and all that, but he can ramble on for forever. My eyes started to roam the line of first years. They all looked the same, scared, nervous, hopeful, or at ease. I easily found Ron with his red Weasley hair, and I stared at him until we made eye-contact.

"I see lil' Ronny, look." I nudged George.

George snorted and played along. He cupped his hands around his mouth and mouthed "Mummy would be so proud of you." Ron read his lips and flushed a flaming red. A few first years snickered, seeing the exchange.

George and I coughed into our elbows until we managed to quiet our laughter. Thankfully, Dumbledore clapped his hands, signaling the beginning of the sorting.

"Abott, Hannah!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Told you they were a sorry lot. A bunch of Hufflepu-" I mumbled to George.

The girl with the braids glared at us. "Would you two be quiet?"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The sorting seemed to go on for ages. George and I laid our heads on the table to rest.

"Clearwater, Juliet!"

George nudged me. "Poor thing, she looks like she's about to collapse."

I raised my head to see an incredibly tiny first year tumbling her way to the stool. Her face was brighter than Ron's hair; her legs looked like trembling twigs.

"Oi, Fred, I'll bet you ten sickles she's in Hufflepuff."

"Nah, she'll be in Gryffindor. But you're on, Georgie, Ten sickles." Why in the name of Merlin had I said Gryffindor? She climbed onto to the stool, her spindly legs dangling in front of her.

The hat was placed upon her head and promptly fell down over her hazel eyes.

I watched, intrigued, wondering what house this tiny girl was going to be in, and not just because of those ten sickles.

The hat twitched on her small head a moment, before roaring;

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I allowed myself a brief triumphant smirk at George before watching the girl tumble off the stool and dazedly walk towards the Gryffindor table. Our eyes met, for the briefest of moments, before she flushed a deep scarlet and took a seat next to Percy.

"Dear child, she doesn't know what she's gotten herself into, does she? Sitting by that pompous prat." I snorted.

"I reckon she doesn't. Oh, look, he's already sucking the life out of her, Fred."

We grimaced as Percy launched into a rapid monologue. The girl bobbed her head, animatedly, a small smile on her face. She was looking at Percy with a kind of reverence, and I realized she was probably a lost cause. Anyone who looks at Percy with a glow on their face is generally the kind of wizards and witches we steer clear off. It was a pity, really. She was somewhat pretty, for an eleven-year old elf or whatever she was.

"Fred? Fred? Did you hear me?"

"Mmm?" I asked, hastily piling my plate with food, pretending I hadn't just been ogling at a first year, an itsy-bitsy one, no less.

"It's a pity, that poor girl is being corrupted by our brother." George waved to some friends across the Great Hall, and cheekily winked at a Ravenclaw girl.

I agreed, it was a pity, a bigger pity than George ever needed to know.

-Juliet-

"Mum, what if no one likes me and it turns out I'm not magical after all and I'm cast out of Hogwarts and I have to live the rest of my life all alone because-"

Mum laughed lightly. "Juliet, dear, I promise you, nothing of that sort is going to happen to you." She bent down and planted a kiss on my nose. I wiped it off and glanced around, nervous, someone had seen.

"And, Mum, what if people think I'm too young to be at Hogwarts? Penelope said I look nine instead of almost twelve?" I looked up at her, she shook her head softly and gently pushed me towards Penelope.

"Come on, Juliet, I told Percy I'd meet him in the prefect compartment." My older sister, Penelope, impatiently stamped her foot of the ground. Her prefect badge glowed in the light of the station.

"Ooooh, you're going to meet Percyyy?" I squealed, stretching out his name. "Percy and Penny, flying on a broom, S-N-O-G-G-I-N-G, first comes the magic, then comes the love, and out comes a couple of-"

"Shut your mouth!" Penelope lunged for me, swatting. I danced out of her reach, towards the train. I secretly thought Percy Weasley was a dashing fellow, what with his intelligence and looks, but there was no way I was going to tell her that. She would hex me to Azkaban, for having a teensy-weensy crush on her, well, boyfriend.

"Be good, girls! I love you both! Penelope, do take care of Juliet, won't you, now?"

"Yes, Mother." She huffed and stormed aboard the train. I giggled and followed suit. I hoped she would let me sit in the compartment with her and Percy, I was wondering what Percy did all holiday. Perhaps worked on a very important essay or invented a new potion, something ambitious of that sort.

We arrived at their compartment, and to my dismay, there were two other red headed Weasleys sitting inside. I had been hoping that, when Penelope went to change into her robes, there would be at least a few minutes of alone times between Percy and I. My hopes were crushed and I saw the two Weasleys. Oh, drats, they were the twins, too. Penelope had told me all about them and their mischief making and wreaking havoc wherever they go. They were nowhere near as impressive as Percy, who actually did something with his life other than disrupt others.

"Penelope," I said to her, before she could slide open the glass door, "I think I'll just go find somewhere else to sit, maybe make some new friends?"

She beamed at me, clearly happy there was now one less person she would have to dispose of before it was just her and Percy. "That sounds splendid; I'll see you at the castle."

Well, alright then, it would seem I was on my own.

"Clearwater, Juliet!" Oh my, that was my name. What do I do now? OH, right, I walk up there…then what?

I tried to conjure up what I was supposed to do after walking up as I stumbled to the stool. Sit on it. My face was in flames.

I climbed onto the stool and looked around. Merlin, there were a lot of young witches and wizards here. It would be awfully dreadful if the hat decided I wasn't magical after all-

Suddenly, my eyes fell on the Weasley twins. They were nudging each other and gesturing towards me. How rude. Couldn't they sit still for once and show some manners?

Something dark fell onto my head and flopped over my eyes. It twitched and murmured in my ear.

"You've got the wit of a Ravenclaw, no doubt, just likes your sister, nice enough to be in Hufflepuff…but there's something more to you, something deeper, you've got some hidden nerve, my, and I can see your going to need it in the coming years…." The hat chuckled and I bit my lip.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I breathed and relaxed. Gryffindor! I had just gotten into Gryffindor! PERCY'S HOUSE! In a daze, I drifted towards where Percy was sitting, eyeing my fellow Gryffindors. I blushed as, for the briefest of moments, I made eye-contact with a Weasley twin-I think it was Fred- his eyes were a lot twinklier and lighter than Percy's. They looked warm and light and brown and nice and inviting and almost looked like they were laughing, but a kind laughter….

What was I going on about? This was Fred (or maybe George) I was talking about; the mischief-making- wreaking havoc- disrupting others- Weasley twins. They were NOT my cup of tea. No, no, no. Even if Fred does have nice-ish eyes.