Prolouge

In all honesty, this WASN'T how I expected to spend my last day over summer vacation. I was supposed to be home, in London, curled up in my monkey print pajamas with a bowl of cereal on my lap, my older brother and the remote next to me, completing our summer morning ritual of pigging out and watching TV until 10. We would have watched longer if it weren't form Mom walking in, her heels taping and her perfume feeling our nostrils, throwing the curtains open and filling the den with as much light as humanly possible.

She would then force us to get off the comfortable couch, and become 'Great People Of Society'.

Ugh.

But, no. Here I was, still on the couch, the leather digging uncomfortably into the back of my legs, seeing as I was wearing the last pair of clean pants I had, which was a pair of shorts I hadn't worn since I was ten. Though, seeing as i'm only a tiny 4'11" its not much of a stretch. I'm unnaturally tiny for a 17 year old, so tiny that my brother actually accomplished at shoving me into a locker at my fathers work earlier this summer. Though, I had gained wait due to...

"MY DAUGHTER DOES NOT LIE!" I heard my mother roar from her office, and my fathers kind, quite voice saying something, calming her down like he did to the disgruntled teenagers at the muggle highschool where he taught.

"I wasn't saying she was lying, I was saying, how do we know its the truth?" Came the a higher, more feminine voice. Like the sound of the birds that perched outside my window early in the morning, chirping loudly and obnoxiously until I gave up on sleep and pulled my pained body out of bed.

Acrossed the room, was him.

Fred Weasley.

He was kissing my neck. HE was kissing my neck. My heart was fluttering so hard in my chest, i was scared it would break threw and fly away with its newly grown pair of wings. Atleast I'd die happy.

His hand was traveling him my leg, pushing the skirt up ever so slowly, taunting me and sending my breath out even faster.

Then he looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and i knew that any inner strength I had was gone, leaving me at the whims of the boy I'd secretly admired since 1st year, but never had the courage to talk to.

STOP, Joy! I scolded myself. Remember what he did? He's no saint.

I rounded was in oblivion, that same smile that had been on my face since last week present. Me. Him. My face face felt like fire and my mouth hurt from smiling so much.

"-Joy Brantly."

I stopped at the door, the smile falling off my face at the use of my name. I peeked inside. It was him, Fred, along with his twin, and a few of his friends that were from Gryfindor, also.

"I can't believe she would just sleep with you like that."

Someone laughed, and i heard the creak of a bench. "She's a nerd. You could tell she was enthused by just being in my presence. Now, where my money. I seem to have won the bet."

Bet?

My heart fell, and I stood frozen in the doorway, listening to him tell of our encounter in a mocking voice.

Knocked up on a bet. How...shitty. Then again, I didn't want him to know at all, but THAT plan obviously wasn't working out to great.