Azalea Bell did not know how she could get much happier. It was the night of the Yule Ball at Hogwarts and here she stood with her best friend, Fred Weasley. His hands on her waist, and hers around his neck. It was the final dance of the evening, and it was the first slow dance in an hour and a half.

Fred's eyes were dancing over the party before landing on Angelina Johnson who had come with an older boy from Durmstrang as her date. Fred wished he had gotten to her sooner, but the day he was going to ask her, she strolled into the Gryffindor common room raving about the sexy Bulgarian boy who asked to be her date. Angelina was pressed against the boy's chest, his hands dangling below her waistline and his lips on her neck. The ginger's eyebrows contorted shaking his head.

Azalea could not look away from Fred. Her best friend who she's known since days after her birth. How could she be so lucky but to be dancing with him at the ball. She loved him more than she could say. She has since she was young. Azalea did not know if anything could change that. Even if he did not feel the same way, Azalea would continue to love him.

She noticed the sour look on his face and squeezed his shoulders, causing his eyes to turn back to her. "You okay, Freddy?"

The boy nodded, towering over her. Fred's hands tightened on her waist, planting a kiss on the tip on her head. "How could I not be, Az?" Azalea smiled as the song came to a close.

All of the couples on the floor separated, everyone grabbing their things. "I didn't think people would be so quick to leave." The brunette stared at the teenagers around her running out of the halls.

"The slytherins are hosting an after party."

Of course. Everything made sense now. No one truly cared about the Yule Ball. Everyone just wanted to get fucked up at the after party. "You down to go, love?" Azalea looked up at her date and nodded, his hands finally leaving her waist.

"Come on, losers." Two hands appeared on one of each of their shoulders, and the pair jumped. "Dad told me about this herb the muggles love, and I managed to get my hands on a load. It makes you feel super weird and shit. We have to try it, Freddy." The two turned to see Fred's twin brother, George, smiling wide at them before draping an arm over both of their shoulders. He dragged them towards the door, practically racing to get back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I'm going to change out of this fugly thing." Azalea giggled, twirling in her dress. "Don't you dare leave without me, boys."

The twins saluted her. "It's a far cry from fugly, Azalea. You look rather beautiful." George chuckled, his eyes moving to his twin brother next to him. "Doesn't she, Freddy." The boy leaned his shoulder into Fred's causing Fred to shove him back.

"You look stunning, Az."

"Thank you, Freddy." Azalea beamed before turning around and skipping towards her room.

George's head snapped to her brother. "You're a real prick. You know that, right?"

"What?"

"You've been a terrible date to your best friend."

"What do you mean?"

George let out a sigh, his hand landing on his brother's shoulder. "You wouldn't stop staring at Angelina all night." Fred shrugged. "How do you think that made your date feel?" The two boys made their way to their shared dorm.

"I didn't mean to." Fred frowned, opening the door and heading inside. "She just looked so bloody good." His fingers started working on the buttons of his shirt.

George pulled out the bottom drawer of his dresser and shoved the pairs of socks to the side, revealing the so-called muggle herb lying at the bottom. "Well, it was very clear to everyone in that room except Azalea that you wanted Angelina on your arm and not her." He reached down and pulled it out, sniffing in the scent.

"Merlin, what is that fucking smell?"

Fred's head snapped to his brother, and he raised his eyebrows. "Is that the muggle herb?"

The other twin smiled proudly. "It's called weed I think." He began changing his clothes, needing to get out of his father's dress robes.

"Anyways, Azalea knows I like Angelina, so what's the fuss?" Fred threw his quidditch jumper over his head, pulling it over his torso.

George looked up at his twin, shaking his head. "You're so dense sometimes, Freddy."Fred furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding the problem. "The girl had been in love with you forever."

A laugh left Fred's lips. "Nah. Don't play with me, bro."

"I'm not playing with you." George patted his brother's head before heading towards the door. "Azalea has liked you forever, and I think everyone at this bloody school knows but you, Freddy." The door opened and George left, leaving Fred alone.

*

"You deserve better than his shit, Azzy." Ginny Weasley groaned, pulling the bottle of fire whiskey out from under her bed. "Can you please just pick someone else?" Ginny kicked her feet over the side of her bed as she spoke to her best friend who stood in front of the mirror. "I honestly think you could pick any of the boys at this school and they would jump at the chance to kiss you, darling. Hell, I would jump at the chance to kiss you."

Azalea giggled, shaking her head. "I don't know, Gin. It's just always been him, you know that." Ginny let out a sigh, falling back on her bed.

"You sound like a bad romance novel. It's always been him. Give me a fucking break, Az." Ginny covered her eyes and a screech left her lips. "Merlin, even bloody Lorenzo Berkshire is better than my fucking dickhead brother."

"Don't say things you don't mean, Gin." Azalea ran her hands down her hips, pushing down the sides of her dress. "Lorenzo would eat me alive. I don't know what happened to the boy." She giggled, finally turning from the mirror. "He used to be so sweet and then he turned into a walking hormone monster who would fuck anything that lives."

A cackle erupted from Ginny's lips as the door to their dorm opened and the third roommate strutted inside the room. "Well, well, well... Freya, where have you been?"

Freya Barnes simply gave the pair a cheeky smile as she unzipped her dress and stepped out. "I do not reveal my secrets to the likes of you." She shrugged, walking towards her dresser to pick an outfit for the party.

"Fuck you. You have never been one to keep secrets."

The blonde turned to her best friends, pulling a short dress over her head. "Okay, I was with Theodore Nott. Fuck, that boy is so fit. He can't even be real." Freya jumped into the air, running to Ginny's bed.

"Speaking of another walking hormone monster." Azalea frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Weren't you Lee Jordan's date?"

"Yeah?" Freya nodded. "Just as friends though. There's never been anything with Lee Jordan, and he knows that. I think." Her head landed on Ginny's lap. "Plus, he's head over heels for this one right here."

Ginny's head popped up before she looked down at her roommate. "Like hell he is. Don't lie to me, Freya." Freya simply giggled, grabbing the ginger's hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. Ginny smiled, pinching Freya's thigh playfully.

God, Freya was fucking beautiful. Ginny knew she was straight and would never go for her, but that wouldn't stop Ginny's feelings for her. The only person who knew the way Ginny felt for Freya was Azalea. She had guessed during Ginny's first year, and Ginny couldn't lie to her best friend.

The door flew open and the twins stood outside, fire whiskey and weed filling their hands. "Come on, cunts. It's time to party!" They yelled in unison.

*

The aroma of weed, sweat, and alcohol filled the air of the Slytherin common room after party, Azalea lifting the bottle of fire whiskey to her lips and taking a swig. She had lost Fred in the crowd a half an hour ago, Freya was off with her new fling, and Ginny had been in the bathroom for ten minutes. All of her friends abandoned her.

She spotted George in a circle of teenagers, and she made her way through the crowd of students humping each other on the dance floor. "Good evening, my lovely little flower." George beamed as he noticed his friend. He patted the spot next to him.

"Is that the..." Azalea trailed off pointing at the blunt in between his fingers.

George nodded, bringing it to his lips and inhaling. "This shit is real good, Azzy." The boy chuckled, the smoke leaving his mouth on the exhale. "But, apparently the slytherin boys have been doing this all year. I thought I would be a trend setter, but I guess bloody not." Azalea giggled, her eyes staying on the blunt. George noticed her lustful stare at the weed. "Do you want to take a hit?" The girl nodded, and George lifted the blunt to her lips.

Azalea took and inhale. As the smoke trailed down her throat and into her lungs, she let out a cough, causing the boy next to her to laugh. "You should've warned her, prick." The pair turned to see Fred standing over them. "Azalea, could I pull you for a second?"

The girl practically jumped into the air, George sending a glare to his brother. 'Don't fuck with her.' He mouthed to Fred as the pair turned, making their to a corner of the common room.

"I'm sorry I've been an absolute dick all night, Az." Fred spoke up, sitting down on the empty couch in the corner.

Azalea shook her head sitting next to the boy and facing him. "I don't think you've been a dick all night."

Fred's fingers reached to Azalea's hand, tracing the veins. "Everyone else at this school does, and they're right." His eyes fell to her hands. "I was your date, and I wasn't a very good one." As Fred continued speaking, Azalea's mind lingered off, the effects of the weed hitting her hard and fast.

Her eyes scanned the party as the boy spoke to her, his hands still on hers. As she looked around she noticed her old friend, Lorenzo Berkshire flirting with a girl on the opposite wall. He was leaning on the wall with one hand while the other was draped over the girls ass. The girls fingers were playing with the silver chain around his neck.

Azalea did miss the boy. They were friends for three years and suddenly he practically vanished from her life. Fred and George were good friends to her, but they both knew that no one cared for her the same that Lorenzo did.

Lorenzo felt eyes from across the room on him, and he looked up from the hufflepuff girl in front of him. His eyes made direct eye contact with Azalea Bell's, and a smirk landed on his lips. He had barely spoken to her all year, and he felt awful for it. However, he knew it was for the best. His friends were pricks. The things they said about girls were awful and almost animalistic. The things they said about Azalea were almost worse. They thought it would get a rise out of Lorenzo, so they practically tormented him every day with comments about the girl.

They were right, though. Lorenzo hated hearing her name leave their lips.

Lately Lorenzo wasn't acting much better than his friends did however. The loss of his best friend made him turn to drugs and alcohol, and when that barely worked, he would fuck any girl that he could to try and feel anything remotely close to the way he felt for Azalea. But it never worked.

Nothing ever came close to Azalea. Even when he would see her in the halls, laughing with the twins and Ginny, he ached for her. He needed her back.

Fred didn't deserve Azalea's love. He never did. He was a prick who didn't realize the prize he had sitting right in front of him.

Lorenzo lifted his hand from the girl's waist, sending a small wave across the room to Azalea. She smiled, returning the wave.

The twin brother honestly hadn't noticed he had lost Azalea moments before until the wave. "Azalea?"

"Hmm?" Azalea's eyes left Lorenzo and fell back on the ginger seated next to her. Lorenzo felt his heart drop. A sigh left his lips before he looked back down to the girl in front of him.

"Are you listening?"

"Sorry, I think the weed hit me." Fred nodded, draping his arm across the back of the chair. "What were you saying?"

"I was just apologizing for how I've been acting lately. You deserve better than me as a shitty friend." Azalea shook her head, opening her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. "You really do look amazing tonight, love." His hand moved from her hands slowly and landed on her upper thigh.

Azalea was caught off guard. "Uh-" She stuttered looking down to his hand. "Thank you, Freddy."

The girl felt Fred's other hand land under her chin, lifting it, her eyes meeting his again. "I think you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. I've thought that for years." He lifted his thumb, placing the pad on her lower lip.

Holy fuck, was this actually happening?

"Can I kiss you, love?"

"Absolutely."

Fred, with his hand still on her chin, slowly brought her face closer towards his. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you feel-"

"Just please kiss me." Azalea breathed out, her eyes drifting down to Fred's lips. Fred finally brought his lips to Azalea's, his hand moving up her thigh to land on her hip.

Azalea had dreamed of this moment for years. She was finally kissing him; her Fred. The boy she loved for years. Fred deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing her bottom lip, asking for access. She happily obliged, her mouth opened slightly, and Fred's tongue slipped into her mouth. Her hands landed on his chest, fingers scraping against his shirt. Fred's lips drifted from Azalea's lips, down her chin to her neck, planting kisses and sucking lightly here and there.

The girl's head drifted back as a soft moan left her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and landed immediately on the Berkshire boy still standing across the room with the hufflepuff girl practically drooling in front of him. He stood there, his eyes locked on the pair on the couch. His jaw was tight, and his hands in fists.

Lorenzo always knew Fred was a dickhead. He didn't deserve a girl as precious as Azalea, and here he was practically eating her alive on the couch. He was going to fuck her over, Lorenzo knew it.

Azalea noticed the venom filling Lorenzo eyes. Why the fuck was he getting upset. Lorenzo was the one who got up and disappeared from her life.

A smirk appeared on her lips. Her hands landed on Fred's cheeks, and she brought his lips back to hers. With his hands on her waist, Fred pulled Azalea on her lap.

"Fuck this." Lorenzo snapped, pushing himself off the wall and walking away from the hufflepuff girl.

"Wait, Enzo. I thought-"

"You thought wrong, sweetheart. Go beg someone else to fuck you."

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AN:
Hey y'all!
I know I keep saying that I'm going to continue certain books and rewrite others, but I've gotten back into my Harry Potter phase, specially a lovely little fan made fuckwad that everyone knows and loves. So here we are. I hope everyone enjoys this story.
This is a prologue chapter to let everyone know & theres going to be another one after this one just to put everything into play before the actual shit begins. :)))
The rest of the story is going to take place in fifth year though. Maybe going into sixth year we'll see how it goes.