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It was around two in the morning now and after and Catina were sat in the drawing room of Sirius' house, having shared plenty of kisses in the few hours that they were awake and everyone else was not. They now sat at either end of the sofa, Catina's legs between Fred's as they sat facing each other.

The girl held her head up with her hand that was connected the the arm she leaned against the back of the sofa with, one leg stretched out further towards Fred than the other. Her toes were a bright red which baffled Fred.

"Why do girls paint their toe nails? Like, I get finger nails but toes? Seriously?" He asked her picking up one of her toes making her squeal and kick, nearly hitting him in the face.

"Get off!" She cried as he waggled the toe, a smirk on his face like Cheshire Cat from Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland, not that Catina would know of that because she had no knowledge on wizarding books let alone Muggle books.

"Weasley I swear to Merlin-"

"You'll what, Kitten?"

The girl groaned throwing another kick that made him drop her toe and her foot land in an awkward place. Fred hissed in pain, shoving her leg off of the sofa as he clutched his covered genitals, his face growing red and his cheeks puffing out. Catina barked with laughter sinking down in her seat and her face contorting to look as if she had multiple chins.

"It's not funny!" Fred grumbled.

"Oh it is, darling!" Catina wiped the tears from her eyes as she laughed and laughed continuously.

Fred swatted her on the stomach as the pain began to subside but partially remain. Catina jerked from the impact of his hand on her stomach but other than that she remained where she was.

"Oi! I think you should kiss that better you git!"

Fred grinned raising his eyebrows, he shifted onto his knees and leaned over her body. His breath fanned her face as he loomed closer, his hands resting beside her head. "Then you should kiss my injury better."

Catina pushed the boy off of her and onto the floor, sitting up and peering down at him in disgust. "I'm not kissing your vagina better, darling."

"Er excuse me, but if you're gonna expect me to kiss your stomach better than you should kiss my— I'll have you know I have penis! I do not have a vagina thank you very much!"

"You sure about that?"

"Yes. Yes I am. Why? Do you want to see it?" Fred reached out to the waist band of his pyjama bottoms but Catina covered her eyes and froze as the sound of footsteps on the stairs began to become louder.  "Shit."

Fred leaped up, ignoring the pain still in his genitals and he grasped Catina's hand. He dragged her out of the room and looked from left to right. He dove into door opposite the drawing room not knowing where it led to. He groped the wall for a light switch and found it quickly, he shut the door quietly behind him and pressed Catina up against it, his chest pressed against hers.

He flicked the light off soon realising that someone would be able to see it through the crack under the door and the this the pair were encased in darkness. The sound of the person walking past the cupboard happened shortly and the pair held their breath until their steps faded away.

"Bloody hell, we could have just stayed where we were," whispered Catina.

"And be questioned for being up and alone together in the middle of the night. Merlin, kitten, have some sense."

Catina slapped his chest, "where are we anyway?"

"I think we're in a cupboard," Fred took a step back and slipped down, "or some sort of staircase."

Catina snickered, holding his hand as Fred led the way down slowly and carefully in the dark not sure of where it led to. It went so far until he collided into a wall. "Why have we stopped?"

"It's a dead end."

"Well that's disappointing."

Fred chuckled turning back to the girl, "what? Were you hoping it would be some sort of secret lair or sex dungeon?"

"No, just not a dead end you nonce."

The girl turned on her heel and climbed back up the rather steep stairs giving Fred a lovely view of her backside. "Stop."

She halted swiftly, "what?" She hissed.

"Oh nothing, your arse just looks great right now." Fred cheekily slapped it which only resulted in another kick to his genitals which made him double over in pain and sink down onto his bum on the stairs. "You could aim elsewhere, you know." He whimpered.

"You could stop being a perv but hey, we don't get what we want, darling." Catina continued to ascend up the stairs leaving Fred behind and slowly opened the door to check if the coast was clear. It was. She then tiptoed back upstairs to her's and the girls' room and sipped into bed, breathing heavily and blowing her curls out of her face.

"Where have you been?" Ginny asked out of blue making her jump.

"I was writing a letter and got a drink."

"For that long?"

" I couldn't get the letter right," she lied, "night."

"Night."

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The next morning when everyone was at breakfast Fred trudged into the room looking positively shattered as he dropped into his seat beside Catina. The girl looked the total opposite but then again she didn't get socked in the genitals twice, once near the bottom of some steep mysterious stairs that led to nowhere.

"Blimey Fred, you look like death warmed up!" Exclaimed Bill, patting his brother on the shoulder.

"Cheers, Bill, feeling the love." Replied Fred rolling his eyes and lifting a glass of pumpkin juice to his lips. He gulped it down whilst his other hand made its way into Catina's knee, him expecting a reaction from her but it didn't happen. It was as if she didn't notice so he squeezed her kneecap- nothing.

Catina continued to eat her toast whilst reading the paper over Remus' shoulder. Fred has noticed the strange relationship the girl has with their former professor. It was as if they were two peas in a pod, they were always talking and he was always checking to see if she was alright. It intrigued him.

"Wait, is that good?" Catina pointed at a paragraph on the page.

"No, sweetheart, it means the minister is losing control over many court cases, the jury is gaining more power," Exclaimed Remus, "it could have a really bad effect on the country."

"And so do Slytherin's," commented George.

Catina bit her tongue, she so wanted to snap at him but the feeling of Fred's hand on her knee told her otherwise. She didn't know why it was stopping her but it was.

"Shut up, George," snapped Charlie hitting him around the head, knowing full well that it was a dig at Catina.

"Anyway..." began Remus, "so really the minister should have the most power but it seems as if he doesn't. Many of his jury members are spiralling down hill and using their power for their own gain. Fudge should have the final say but not anymore."

"So it's treason?"

"No exactly, Cat, but it could have similar outcomes."

Fred began to rub her knee even more and this time he got a reaction out of her— a light kick to the shin and a sideways glance. The boy through a wink her way and turned back to his breakfast whilst Catina simply brushed it off and placed her hand on his moving it off of her knee.

"Bugger off," she muttered.

"No can do, kitten."