You were Harry Potter's big sister. You were two years older than Harry, as you were 17 like the Weasley Twins, and they had been your best friends since first year. The Gryffindor common room was silent, lit only by the flickering firelight on the stone walls. Outside the tall windows, snow had settled on the castle, as it was winter, ready for snowmen and snowball fights.

Most of the students had gone down to the Great Hall for dinner, but Fred and you had stayed seated on the old red sofa by the fire. You were all alone, no one to bother or tease you.

You were talking about something like a prank, as always, a clever trap for Professor Snape. Fred wasn't sure anymore. Your voice was warm and animated, rising and falling as it always did when you got carried away by one of your plans, your hands always moving in your hysterical conversations.

But Fred wasn't listening to you at all.

Fred watched the firelight play on your beautiful skin, the curve of your pretty, bright smile as you spoke, the way you looked at him excitedly at your impending prank. Your laughter tugged at something sweet in his chest. Fred couldn't help it... his eyes kept drifting towards you, completely mesmerized by your beauty.

Then, you stopped talking abruptly...

Fred blinked and looked at you, seeing a slight flicker of amusement in your eyes. You had caught him losing his cool. But instead of teasing him like you always do, you simply tilted your head curiously.

"Are you even listening to me?"

You asked with a smile, you totally knew he'd been lost in your words.

"No."

Fred wasn't even denying it, he knew there was no point in being silly, knowing you'd caught him being absorbed by your beauty and the way you livened things up when you spoke.