Weasley's the Name

Weasley's The Name: Seventh Year

Chapter 11- Unexpected Visitors

The Great Hall was empty this Saturday morning, due to the fact that it was Saturday morning.

Emily Weasley strolled in, still rather tired. Her curls were tied into a very unruly bun on the top of her head, hairs coming out at every angle. The few boys in the Great Hall turned their heads to watch her walk past them, because she definitely caught their attention. She slid onto the end of the Gryffindor table's bench and laid her head upon it, trying to drift back to sleep.

The only reason she was up was to tutor Ewan Finnegan in Charms, because the poor boy had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

Professor Flitwick had noticed Ewan's struggle, so he assigned Emily as his tutor, because she had the highest marks in the year ("Reminds me of your mother!" he often squeaked to her). If Ewan's grades didn't pick up, he had a very small chance of passing the finals.

She had had a bit of trouble waking up, but the fact that Ewan was one of her very charming and loyal best friends helped her get up; Emily absolutely refused to see him fail. The boy had been too proud to ask for help, and it took a few leg-locking charms on the redhead's part to get him to agree.

A few minutes after Emily arrived, Ewan ran into the Great Hall, clearly knowing that he was late. His sandy hair fell in front of his dark brown eyes as they searched the hall. The only redhead in there was in the row right in front of him, so he quickly raced up to her.

"I'm sorry I'm late Emily," he said, sliding onto the bench next to her. Emily sat up and rubbed her eyes, smiling softly.

"It's fine Ewan, I've only been here a short while. Where would you like to begin?"

Ewan's smile faded as he looked at the books Emily had brought.

"Do we have to start right away? I mean; we both just woke up..." He sent her a very cheesy smile, trying to convince her. Emily rolled her eyes and sighed, secretly loving the idea of putting off the studying.

"I guess so, but we are going to study, don't think I'll forget." A small smile slid on her face as Ewan began to dance in his seat.

She couldn't help but think he was cute, with his sandy hair that fell perfectly into his eyes. Yes, he was a bit on the short side, and he wasn't the best-built boy in the school, but something about him made him irresistibly charming. She had grown up with the boy, from the time they were in grade school to their sorting three years ago; she couldn't help but feel...attached.

"Thanks so much, Emily," Ewan said after his little dance. "I really appreciate it. Now, how's your little sister?"

"Oh, Delaney's just fine, she's driving Mum nuts though, because with every hiccup, something in the house blows up." She giggled and Ewan watched on, amazed.

"Already? She's just about three, right?" he asked with pure curiosity. Emily nodded, and reached up to pull the rubber band out of her hair. Her long red curls fell to her shoulders, and she shook her head to let them all loose.

A third year Hufflepuff toppled off of the bench at Emily's actions. His friends snickered at him, and when Emily turned around to see what had happened, they all shut up and sent her huge smiles. She returned their smiles with an odd stare, and then looked back at Ewan, who had the same grin on his face as the boys.

"What?" she asked nervously, a blush growing on her cheeks. Ewan seemed to realize that he was staring, and he shook his head, sending her a weak smile.

"Nothing, it was just...funny, when he fell, that's all," he stuttered, blushing. Emily didn't quite believe him, but she shrugged and the two began to talk nonsense.

About half an hour later when they were about to get to charms, Caitlyn Finnegan burst into the Great Hall.

Ewan watched as his sister stormed towards them, and his face flushed with embarrassment. Caitlyn had been known to drive her brothers absolutely insane, she had two others, but one had already graduated, and the other was two years from going to Hogwarts. They had never truly experienced her wrath like Ewan had.

"Please don't come over here..." he mumbled under his breath.

Of course, Caitlyn sat down in the seat in front of the two fourth years.

"Morning," she mumbled, burying her head in her arms. Emily and Ewan shared a confused look, and then Ewan poked his sister, who swatted his hand away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, holding his now throbbing hand.

"Oh, nothing," Caitlyn said, lifting her head up. "Just that my life is over." Emily tilted her head to stare at her friend.

"What do you mean?" she asked nicely. Caitlyn shook her head and ran her hands through her hair.

"It's really stupid, actually. So stupid that it hurts a lot. But, I guess, all is fair in love and war..."

"Love and war?" Ewan repeated, but he couldn't finish his thoughts because Rose Potter, Rebecca Lupin, and Abigail Wood walked in, giggling madly. Caitlyn sent them a venom-filled glare, and she again buried her head in her arms.

"Hello, hello!" Rebecca said happily, tossing her hair over her shoulders (All the Hufflepuff boys fell out of their seats at the sight of these beautiful girls). "What a wonderful morning! Have any of you seen Danny?"

Rebecca was completely infatuated with a seventh year Ravenclaw by the name of Daniel Martin. He was the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and the reason why many Ravenclaw girls did not like Rebecca. But the glares she received from the Ravenclaws didn't not stop her from walking hand in hand with Daniel to every class she could.

"What, you took him off his leash?" Caitlyn said bitterly, poking a fork into the pancakes that had just appeared in front of her. Rebecca rolled her eyes and sat down next to Abigail, who was staring dreamily into space.

Rose sat on the other side of Caitlyn, and was trying to take some bacon off of her friend's plate. Caitlyn quickly swatted at her friend, who stuck her tongue out at her.

"You're in a sour mood. What's bugging you?" Rose asked, finally getting a piece of bacon and throwing it quickly into her mouth. Caitlyn smirked at her friend and slammed her fork into her pancakes.

Emily, Ewan, and Rose jumped, but Rebecca and Abigail didn't notice; a group of boys had just walked into the Great Hall. Daniel, Rigel Lupin, and Brian Weasley included.

"Why do girls have to be so girly?" Caitlyn said softly, all of her rage leaving her body. Rose ogled at her friend, clearly not understanding. Emily and Ewan shrugged at each other, and slowly went back to Charms.

Daniel immediately found Rebecca, and soon the two were just laughing and talking quietly, off in their own little world. Rigel sat down with his roommate, Brian Weasley, next to Rose, who was still staring at Caitlyn.

"Hello Caitlyn, ready for the match today?" Brian asked, leaning forward to look past Rigel and Rose. He smiled brightly, the complete opposite of his teammate.

Brian's brown hair was now cut very short and spiky, but he unconsciously combed it as he talked to her. Caitlyn barely grunted and continued to mess up her breakfast. The green-eyed boy smirked softly, looking rather disappointed.

"I can't wait to try out next year! You guys are going to kill Ravenclaw!" Ewan exclaimed. Daniel broke his romantic gaze with Rebecca to send Ewan an angry stare.

"Hey, I'm sitting right here!" he growled, although a smile tugged at his lips. Ewan stuck his tongue out at Daniel, and Rebecca glared at him. "It's all right, all is fair in the game of Quidditch."

"That's the second time we heard that phrase today," Emily said, looking up from her book. "Only, it was all is fair in love and--OW!" Caitlyn had kicked the young girl hard in the shins.

Emily had to bite her tongue to stop the curse that was slipping from her lips. Ewan seemed very concerned, and he put an arm around Emily's shoulder to stop her from falling over. This caused the young redhead to blush immediately, and she quickly left the bench, briskly walking out of the Great Hall.

"Come on Ewan!" she called, "We'll study in the Library!"

Ewan did not, could not, refuse the offer, and he too left the Great Hall at a high speed.

Caitlyn watched as her brother chased after the girl, and then looked back down at her food. She'd have to apologize to Emily later, but right now, she felt like brooding.

She silently wished to have someone to chase after like her brother did Emily, but, the boys she hung out with were all completely enthralled with her roommates. Even Rose! Rose was such a pain! She was rude and rough and Caitlyn couldn't understand how she was able to catch the attention of some of the best guys at Hogwarts, and Caitlyn couldn't even get a word out of the one she wanted...

"Bloody hell," Caitlyn whispered.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked, breaking Caitlyn out of her daydream. She shook her head, and realized that everyone else had left. She sighed and put her head in her hand.

"I'm just miserable, Brian," she said, blowing some of her sandy hair out of her face. Brian smiled weakly, as if her comment hurt him.

"Why? Because Rigel doesn't fancy you?" he said with a twinge of sadness in his voice. Caitlyn's eyes widened, and she blushed.

"How did you know?" she growled. Brian shrugged and turned to his plate of food, slicing an orange with his knife.

"You get all silly when he's around, and whenever Abigail talks to him, well, you get really angry. Plus, you've said it before," he said simply, looking back at her, his ears an odd red.

"I never told anyone that!" Caitlyn exclaimed, outraged and worried that Brian might have read her diary.

"Well, you made it obvious then," Brian explained, looking angrier with each passing second. "The Valentine's day dance, in fourth year, all you could do was compliment him and tell me how great he looked. And, then of course, the--"

"He did look great in those red robes..." she sighed, reminiscing about the night.

Brian stood up immediately, swishing his cloak quickly by her and knocking over his orange juice (it quickly disappeared). Caitlyn stared up at him, confused at his sudden movement.

"I'll see you at the game," he said stiffly, and he strode out of The Great Hall. Caitlyn stared at her teammate as he left, her head tilted in confusion.

"What's crawling up his ass?"

~~~

"So, you see, I will do my speech first, and then you go, because, well," Sarah Lee, Head Girl and a Ravenclaw, pouted. "You did get more O.W.L.s than I did."

Anthony nodded with a smile, although he was getting a bit frustrated with his partner. The two were in charge of setting up the award ceremony for the end of the week. It was a very tedious job, and the redhead would rather be wandering the halls with Taylor...

"Anthony? Did you hear me?" Sarah asked, crossing her arms and smirking. A thick blue headband held her wavy shoulder length black hair back, and her slanted eyes narrowed at him, a look he had received many times in the past year. Anthony blushed and pushed his glasses up his nose, shrugging under her glare.

"No, sorry Sarah, what did you say?" he asked sheepishly. Sarah rolled her eyes and began again,

"Did you hear about the new Charms professor? For next year?" she said, her eyes bright again. Anthony shook his head, but he didn't hear anything else she said because there was something more entertaining down the hallway...

Taylor and Brian had turned the corner, and now they were both waving for him to come and join them. A goofy smile slid on his face as he thought of what the three could do this afternoon...

"Anthony!" Sarah screamed. He snapped back to reality and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Sarah!" he yelled back, in the same tone she had used. She pursued her lips in annoyance, looking ready to strangle him. "Tell me later, I have some urgent business to take care of," he lied quickly.

Before she could respond, Anthony swept by her and down the hallway. When he reached his two fellow Gryffindors, he grabbed Taylor's hand and pulled her into the adjacent corridor, with Brian right on their heels.

The trio laughed excitedly as they hid in an indent in the wall. They hushed their giggles as Sarah and Professor Flitwick marched by.

"Really, you would think he'd take all of this seriously! Probably hanging out with that bloody green-eyed cousin of his!" she muttered. Flitwick just nodded, his face similar to the one Anthony had been wearing.

"What's that supposed to mean? Bloody cousin? Is she talking about me?" Brian said after a few moments, peering out into the hall to check if they had gone. He looked down the hallway to watch them turn the corner into the Great Hall.

Smiling brightly, he turned back to his friends. But Brian's smile quickly faded as he saw Anthony and Taylor a little...wrapped up in each other.

"Good grief," he moaned. He gave them a dismissive gesture, and left to wander the halls looking for something to do.

Anthony and Taylor held their kiss until they could no longer hear Brian's footsteps. They burst into giggles and Anthony hugged her tightly around the waist.

"You're really bad, for a prefect," he murmured, kissing her forehead. Taylor smiled seductively at him, curling his hair around her fingers.

"And you're absolutely horrible as Head Boy." She smiled and kissed his lips softly, pushing up his glasses in the process.

"Mmm..." Anthony sighed. "Well, I only have a week left with the position." They left their hiding spot and started walking aimlessly around the halls.

"Excited about the match? It decides who the cup goes to," Taylor asked, slipping her arm through his. Anthony nodded vigorously,

"Of course!" he exclaimed. "Jacob wouldn't shut up about it all week, I'm really surprised that he allowed them to take these last few hours off."

"Yeah, I think he wore himself out after yesterday's practice. He couldn't make it up the stairs without help from Brian and Andrew," she said as they passed the Library.

The old wooden doors of the Library swung open and the two were knocked to the ground.

"Oomph," was the noise made by four very different voices. Anthony sat up first and rubbed his head.

Emily and Ewan had run right into them. The two were blushing furiously as they helped Anthony and Taylor up.

"I'm s-s-so sorry!" Emily stuttered, wiping some dirt off of her older brother. Her hair was an absolute mess around her rather red face and she smiled innocently up at him.

Anthony didn't buy her act for a second.

"What happened? What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Emily and Ewan exclaimed at the same time. Anthony shot a suspicious look towards Ewan (who was expertly dodging his eyes) and then looked at Taylor. She was smiling from ear to ear.

"Come along now, Anthony," the blonde said happily, grabbing Anthony's arm and pulling him down the hallway.

Emily giggled nervously as she watched them turn a corner. Ewan turned to her sheepishly and pecked her on the cheek. The young Weasley smiled, taking his hand in hers.

~~~

"What do you think that was about?" Anthony asked Taylor as they past a few fifth year Ravenclaws (who waved little Ravenclaw flags at them).

Taylor had been literally dragging him away from his sister, and Anthony felt the need to go interrogate her later.

The blonde shrugged and gripped his hand even tighter. They stopped in front of the Charms classroom and she crossed her eyes at him.

"They were just embarrassed for slipping up in front the Head Boy." She giggled and pulled him closer, leaning into his arm. Anthony rolled his eyes at the comment.

"You and Jacob have not stopped bothering me about this title since the beginning of the year! You would think it was something bad!" he exclaimed.

"Of course it isn't bad! It's wonderful!" Taylor's voice rang through the hallway, and was echoed by a very familiar voice. The two seventh years stared at each other oddly, and then turned to look in the classroom they were standing in front of.

"Oh God," Anthony whispered. Taylor suppressed a giggle and waved.

Hermione Granger-Weasley stood in the doorway, smiling brightly.

"Hello you two!" she said happily, clapping her hands. Taylor immediately broke away from Anthony and hugged Hermione around the neck.

"Mrs. Weasley!" Taylor squealed, letting her go and turning back to Anthony. "It's your mother!" she said to him, as if he didn't know.

Anthony nodded dumbly, but smiled as his mother hugged him.

"Mum," he said softly. Hermione patted some of Anthony's hair down, even though she had to go on the very tips of her toes to reach the spot that was out of place. He grabbed her wrists before she could do anymore. "What are you doing here?" Anthony asked, a little ruder than he should have.

Hermione backed up and put her hands on her hips.

"Nice to see you too!" she laughed, hitting his shoulder. Taylor wanted to giggle, but kept quiet. Anthony sent her a glare. Hermione tossed her hair over her shoulder and continued, "I'm here to take a look at my new classroom."

Anthony's jaw dropped as he realized what was going on. His mother had been waiting for Professor Flitwick to retire, because she had been assured to be his replacement. She already had lesson plans set up, "Just in case." Anthony had often prayed that he would not have to have her as a teacher.

Poor Emily.

"That's wonderful!" Taylor said happily, pushing Anthony towards his mother. He smiled widely and wrapped her up in a hug, spinning her around. Hermione couldn't help but giggle as she hugged her son back.

"Oh I'm so glad I ran into you two, I was about to go wandering the halls, but I didn't want to...er...interrupt anything," she said softly, darting her eyes from her son to his girlfriend. The two blushed immediately and their eyes found something very interesting on the ground.

Hermione just laughed,

"You two crack me up sometimes!" She patted Anthony on the back. "Now, tell me, have you found that secret room, right outside the entrance to the dorms?"

Anthony and Taylor looked up at her, eyes wide with surprise. Hermione smiled slyly at them, and tapped her foot. The two blushed with utter humiliation; they knew that room very well.

~~~

"Now, there's no one looking, come on," Jacob whispered to Soledad. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the abandoned field behind the rickety old house. After spending some time in Hogsmeade, Jacob had decided that the two needed a little more privacy.

"Are you pos-e-tive dees place ees safe?" Soledad said nervously, gripping Jacob's hand tighter. He turned and sent her a reassuring smile,

"No worries, this place has been abandoned since before our parents were born!" His hand slipped from her hand and to her waist as he opened the back door of the Shrieking Shack.

Soledad's blush didn't reach her face as they entered the house. Cobwebs covered every piece of run down furniture in the living room. The afternoon light shone through, giving the entire room an eerie look, not that the entire house wasn't eerie.

The curly haired girl immediately found herself much closer to Jacob than she would have dared to be in Hogwarts. The house was absolutely terrifying her; shivers raced up and down her body.

"Ay, Jacob," she whimpered, pulling her hands over her eyes. The redhead smiled down at the small girl, and he wrapped both his arms around her to pull her into a comforting hug.

"Solely..." he said, using a nickname he had for her. Soledad tilted her head up at him and peeked through her fingers. "There is nothing to be worried about here, prometo."

Soledad removed her hands and smiled at him, and Jacob gladly returned it.

"You're getting better at dat," she said as she peered around the room again. "Soon we'll be able to 'ave secret conversations."

They shared a laugh, and then began to creep towards an old couch. Still a little wary, Soledad stayed back as Jacob performed a few charms that cleaned the furniture.

"You're mama would be proud," she joked. Jacob rolled his eyes, and sat down on the couch. He motioned for her to join him, which she did, plopping down beside him.

"She'd probably tell me I should do that to my room." They giggled in the odd light of the room, and felt absolutely comfortable leaning back on the couch.

It was nice to be away from the bustle of noise at Hogwarts. Sure, they could hear Hogsmeade buzzing, but the Shrieking Shack owned a very secluded silence, and it was something the two Quidditch players needed before their big match.

"Solely?" Jacob whispered, turning his head slightly towards her. She turned, intrigued by the softness of his voice.

"Yes?" she asked, equally as soft. Jacob smiled tenderly at her, and his face looked as if he was contemplating a serious question.

"I was wondering..." He paused, trying to think of how to ask her this. "Would you like to spend some time with me...after Hogwarts?"

Soledad sat up quickly, apparently very confused.

"¿Que? I don't understand..." He sat up with her, taking her hands in his. Her heart began to race quite quickly.

"We can't exactly call it Summer Holiday anymore...because we're not coming back here in September..." Jacob started to explain, blushing. "I don't know what I'm asking, I just know that I need to spend more time with you," he said quickly, looking into her eyes.

Soledad smiled at the redhead and leaned forward to knock their foreheads together. Jacob blushed at the gesture, and he reached up and touched her cheek, pushing a loose curl behind her ear.

"Ees dis en odd way of asking me to be...your girlfriend?" she asked softly, her eyes darting from his baby blues to his lips. Jacob blushed even more, the heat from it making him suffocate, especially in his Quidditch attire. Slowly, he nodded.

"In an odd way, yes."

Soledad didn't even answer his question before the two found themselves kissing. Jacob had immediately wrapped both his arms around and her, and her hands were pushed against his chest. They had never kissed like this before, but after a little more than three years of emotion brewing, the two had no problem in figuring it out.

"How sweet," a low voice grumbled. Soledad squealed in Jacob's mouth and jumped up in surprise. The redhead immediately stood up, flinging out his wand.

Jacob looked around the living room in search for the owner of the voice. It hadn't been his imagination; seeing Soledad shake was enough proof that she had heard it as well.

He didn't dare say a word, but the creaking of the floor showed him exactly where the perpetrator was.

"Accio Invisibility Cloak!" Jacob screamed, hoping that he was as successful as his brother was last night.

Luckily, he was. The cloak fell into his hands, and a short figure appeared in the shadows.

"Who are you?" Jacob called out, mustering all the strength he had. Of course he was nervous, no one in his right mind wouldn't be.

The figure didn't move.

"It's been a long time, my, how you've grown," he said, in a disgusting drawl. Jacob's ears perked at the voice...where had he heard it before...?

Jacob started towards the figure with a few whimpers escaping from Soledad. She had stood up too, her wand pointed right at the person. With his free hand, Jacob motioned for her to stay back, but she barely obliged.

"Lumos," Jacob whispered, when he was close enough to the figure. The light at the tip of his wand brightened the room enough to show the features of the person's face.

With a gasp, Jacob stumbled back away. His wand still pointed at the man, but it shook violently. All the blood in his face rushed down to his feet, making them tingle in fright. He swore he was looking at a ghost. Soledad spoke first,

"Malfoy," she squeaked.