You were Rosalind Potter. Being Harry Potter's sister was quite exhausting in first year because there was many questions you got asked by students about Harry, but you were used to it and you had two best friends since first year, the Weasley Twins, Fred and George.

You always pass the summer at The Burrow with your brother because you loved being there and it was your only house since normally you sleep in your dorm at Hogwarts.

Last summer, something happened between you and Fred, at night, under the stars and moon, you both kissed eachothers while laying on the grass outside The Burrow. Fred never forgot f that moment where butterflies could be felt in his stomach. Fred even realized that he loved you since fourth year.

Right now, Fred was in his room, sitting at his desk and preparing some jokes items with what he had in hands and it was turning out good. You were speaking about the kiss you had gotten last summer but Fred was acting oblivious.

"Don't play dumb, Freddie. You know what happened last summer."

You said, crossing your arms as you stood beside him while he sat at his desk and focused on it, not looking up at you when he answered.

"I have no idea."

Fred said, shrugging his shoulders as he focus on his joke item, trying to avoid that conversation even if he just wanted to tell you his feelings right this instant.