Saturday came around too fast and too slowly at the same time. Phoebe couldn't decide if she was more nervous or excited; she didn't know what to expect, but Fred always put a smile on her face.

She woke up without reluctance for once, her thoughts too occupied to sleep for any longer.

The first thing she did was put on make up, there was no way she would risk not having anough time to out it on - especially not after everyone's reactions earlier in the week.

It had been a bit of a damper on her self-confidence to say the least. It was a bit like when Phoebe had first got the scar and had been so ashamed of it she didn't leave the Aphrodite cabin for days. But she would get used to it - people would get used to it - just like before.

Phoebe picked out an outfit next. She decided on a simple nude hoodie, black leggings and her usual converse; it was practical and looked good, win-win.

She threw her hair up into a ponytail and then she was done, way too early.

Phoebe sighed, looking at the clock hanging on the wall. She had forty minutes until breakfast started, Hermione hadn't even woken up yet.

She sat on the edge of her bed for a while, but couldn't sit still for that long. Waking up Hermione seemed like the best option right now.

As she pushed aside the sleeping girl's curtains, Phoebe couldn't help but grin, oh how the tables had turned.

"Hermione," she whispered.

When she got no reaction, she shook her friend's shoulders.

"Hermione, wake up," Phoebe hissed, slightly louder.

Hermione shot up immediately, looking frazzled and stressed.

"Am I late?" She demanded, shoving Phoebe and hopping out of bed, stumbling over duvet cover in her haste.

"Oh god, I can't be late," she panicked, dragging a brush through her hair and pulling on her school skirt over her nightie.

Phoebe watched on in amusement, waiting for it to click.

"Phoebe, why aren't you dre-" the girl trailed off, "It's Saturday," she sighed in relief.

"Mmhmm," Phoebe smirked.

"Why are you up so early? You never get up this early," Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Date with Fred," Phoebe shrugged.

Hermione's eyes bulged.

"What!?" She gasped.

"Yep," said Phoebe, unable to keep the grin off her face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione exclaimed, chucking a pillow at Phoebe, who batted it away.

Phoebe shrugged, she didn't really know how to casually bring it up in a conversation, so she didn't. And she had seen how Ron reacted to finding out about Michael Corner and Ginny, she didn't know if he'd react the same way with her and Fred. She didn't want to risk him blowing up in her face.

"What are you going to do?" Hermiome asked, shimmying back out of her school skirt and plonking back into her bed. Her shock had shifted to excitement and now she wanted all the details.

"We're going to fly around the pitch and then get a snack from the kitchens," Phoebe explained, "nothing major."

Hermione frowned a little, "the kitchens?"

Phoebe nodded, unsure where this was going.

"You know you're not allowed in the kitchens, right?"

Phoebe shrugged again, "So?"

Hermione sighed and shook her head, "I don't know why I bother with you guys, you never listen anyway."

"Sorry 'Mione," she grinned, "I'm all about that rule breaking life."

"You almost had a panic attack in the Common Room last week because you couldn't do the homework which you had left to last minute," Hermione pointed out bluntly.

"I didn't almost have a panic attack," Phoebe argued, "I just, briefly freaked out a little."

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," smirked Hermione, "Now, why did you wake me up?" She questioned.

"Oh, I was bored."

"Really?" The girl in front of her huffed.

"Yes," Phoebe nodded, "entertain me."

"That's not my job," Hermione said, pulling the covers back over her in an attempt to go back to sleep.

"You can't go to sleep!" Phoebe exclaimed, "You're normally up in a few minutes anyway."

Hermione groaned, knowing she was right.

"What do you want to do then?" She asked in a resigned voice.

"Uhhh," Phoebe thought about it for a second, "Oh! I know, tell me about your love life! Anyone you have a crush on 'Mione?" She grinned playfully.

Hermione's cheeks turned red, "No!" she spluttered.

Phoebe smirked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"There isn't!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Okay," Phoebe said, in a way that showed she really didn't believe her friend.

"There isn't!" Hermione exclaimed again, her face now resembling a tomato.

"I didn't say there was," Phoebe grinned, holding her hands up in mock-surrender.

"Well, you're looking at me like," Hermione stumbled over her sentence, she couldn't seem to find the right words to say, "Oh! Just let me get ready, will you?"

Phoebe exited the curtain, laughing at her friend's flustered behaviour. She was in a good mood today, everything seemed a little brighter than normal.

"Phoebe, I heard you had a date with Fred," Parvati Patil said, emerging fully dressed from behind her curtains.

"Yes, we're going after breakfast," she smiled lightly.

"You're going like that?" Lavender said in disbelief.

"Uh," Phoebe looked down at herself, "Yeah, I'm going like this."

"It's just, don't you want to dress up a little?" Lavender seemed shocked at the fact she wasn't dressing up, she couldn't seem to process it in her mind.

"We're going to be on the quidditch pitch, I think this will be fine," Phoebe said.

"He's taking you to the quidditch pitch for your first date?" The curly haired girl exclaimed in horror.

Phoebe nodded, no longer invested in this conversation - she wanted this to be over so she could meet up with Fred.

"Honestly, where is the romance?" Lavender muttered to herself.

"Alright, I'm ready to go down to breakfast Phoebes," said Hermione, slipping on her shoes.

Phoebe chatted excitedly to Hermione the whole way down, her rambled sentences not making much sense to anyone other than herself. She hopped from one subject to the next and then back again quicker than Ron scoffed down dinner.

When they reached the Great Hall, Hermione was looking a little overwhelmed, "You alright, 'Mione?" Phoebe asked, tipping too much milk into her cereal and causing it to splash onto the table.

"Yes," Hermione nodded, waving her wand and clearing up the mess Phoebe had made, "Have you always had the ability to talk so fast?" She asked in wonder.

"Oh, sorry about that," Phoebe smiled sheepishly, "It happens when I'm excited or nervous, it may also have something to do with my ADHD."

"You have ADHD?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Mmhmm," Phoebe shovelled her cereal into her mouth.

"I should have guessed that," Hermione said quietly, Phoebe decided it was probably best not to ask what she meant.

"Miss America!" A voice called.

"The Phoebster!" Another followed.

"The one with the badass scar!" The first one said, closer this time.

"No, not you Harry," The second one said.

Phoebe turned to see the twins standing over her shoulder.

"Are you ready to go?" Fred smiled, his voice less boisterous and more gentle whilst talking to her.

"Yes," Phoebe grabbed a piece of toast and stood up, walking beside him towards the doors.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked.

"Nah, I've already eaten," he said.

Phoebe frowned, he must have gotten to the hall extremely early. She and Hermione had been some of the first people in there and she would have noticed Fred. She decided not to question it.

They walked down the path to the dew covered quidditch pitch, their breaths frosting over in the morning light. There was a peaceful silence between the two, something Phoebe hadn't thought possible when around Fred Weasley.

He led her to a doorway concealed beneath the stands and disappeared inside, Phoebe raised her eyebrows. Curious, she poked her head around the corner, inside were racks of brooms lined up against the wall, Fred was picking two off the shelf with his back towards her.

He turned to face her again and said, "The school's brooms are pretty rubbish, but they're all right for learning."

Phoebe nodded, looking at the broom with thinly concealed fear - that thin piece of wood definitely didn't look like it would hold her weight.

Fred floated effortlessly into the sky, looking like he belonged there for how relaxed he seemed.

Phoebe looked at the broom lying motionless on the floor, her gaze flickered up to Fred, hovering there with no care in the world.

"I can't do it," She said with finality.

"Sure you can," Fred encouraged.

Phoebe looked back at the broom and gave a disbelieving laugh, "No I can't."

Fred looked throughful for a minute, then he drifted slowly back down to the ground.

"Alright," he said, "How about this? You get on the back of mine and hold on really tight and we'll fly together," he suggested.

"Won't it break?" Phoebe asked warily.

"They're a lot stronger than the look, trust me."

Trust me. Did Phoebe trust Fred? She looked at him for a moment, doubt painted clearly across her features. Then she nodded, yes - she did trust him.

She lifted one leg over the top of it, positioning herself so she was a little way behind him, but close enough to hold on to him.

"You ready?" Fred asked, tilting his head back at her.

"No," Phoebe laughed.

"You'll be fine!" He shouted kicking off the ground.

Phoebe yelped as they lifted off; it was a strange feeling, with her feet dangling through the air as they battled the wind.

She clung on tight to Fred, her arms wrapped around his middle, she felt like if she let go she would drop straight down to the ground twenty feey below. The space she had deliberately left between them had disappeared as soon as they kicked off, she was now pressed right against his back gripping to him for dear life.

"Are you okay? He shouted over the roaring wind.

"No!" She shouted back, then realised she didn't need to because his ear was right next to her mouth.

"Do you want to go back down?" He shouted again.

"No!" She repeated, this time less loudly.

She didn't hear him laugh, but she felt his body judder between her arms, a sure sign that he had laughed.

They flew around for a while, doing laps of the pitch and the stands. Then, when Phoebe was more comfortable, they sped up.

Phoebe had already thought they'd been going quite fast, but now they were going at least double that. They weaved through the quidditch hoops, shot across the sky and Fred did the occasional loop-de-loop or fancy spin.

When they landed Phoebe thought she was going to throw up. She could handle rollercoasters and theme parks, but that wasn't quite the same. The only thing stopping her from plunging to her death was Fred, who she had never seen more content. She didn't understand how he could be so confident in the sky, only balanced on a thin twig.

"You want to go in for some food?" Fred asked, looking sort of sympathetic, "It's around lunch time now."

"I think if I eat, it will just come straight back up," Phoebe groaned, rubbing her stomach.

Fred laughed, "C'mon," he put a hand on her back and guided her all the way back up to the castle.

Normally she didn't like people pushing her around, but she would make an exception for Fred; he hand felt too nice there to move it.

Phoebe glanced around confused, they had stopped in the middle of a corridor.

"Why-" She started to say, but Fred cut her off.

"Watch," he grinned impishly.

He walked right up to a portrait and reached his hand up to touch it. She carried on watching in bemusement as he tickled part of it.

A quiet giggle sounded from the portrait, causing Phoebe to raise her eyebrows in shock.

"Okay," she nodded, "That's normal."

The painting swung open, much like the one leading to the Gryffindor common room, to reveal a huge kitchen.

There were small creatures hustling all over the place, carrying plates and ingredients and wooden spoons around in a frenzy.

"What are they?" Phoebe asked, her eyes glued to one that was clicking its fingers rhythmicly and making cutlery tuck themselves away in drawers.

"House-elves," Fred said simply.

"Oh, they're the ones that Hermione's always going on about," Phoebe nodded in realisation.

"That would be them," Fred chuckled.

"Master Weezey!" One of them exclaimed excitedly, catching sight of the two of them standing in the doorway.

"What can I's get for you Master Weezey?" A little elf wearing rags asked.

"What do you want?" Fred turned to her, "Anything in the world."

Phoebe grinned, she could get used to this.

"A gingerbread man?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes Miss!" The elf relayed her wish to another, who immediately set off making a batch of the biscuits.

"You want anything?" She asked Fred.

"I'll have some of yours," he shrugged.

"Oh really?" Phoebe smirked, "What if those are just for me?"

"Then I would say, you have a sugar problem and it isn't healthy to eat a whole tray of gingerbread men."

"It isn't?" Phoebe frowned, "Then I guess I'm lucky you're here to help me."

"Very lucky," Fred nodded seriously, "What would you do without me?"

"Go for George," She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well, excuse you," Fred said, pretending to be offended, "After all, I've done for you, you'd just abandon me for my brother?"

Phoebe pretended to think for a second, "yeah," she nodded.

Just then a houseelf came up, holding a tray of gingerbread men. Fred took it from its hands, quietly saying thank you, then turning back to her.

"Then I guess, I'll just take these for myself," he picked one up and bit off its head.

Phoebe gasped, "No, I demand custody of them."

She tried to grab one off the tray, but he swatted her hand away.

"Fight me," he said, taking another huge bite from the biscuit.

"Quidditch pitch, tonight at midnight, I'll beat your ass," Phoebe joked.

"Please don't, my arse is beautiful the way it is," Fred gave a jiggle it as if to prove his point.

"If you say so," Phoebe hummed.

"I do say so," he nodded.

"If you say I have a nice bum, I'll give you the whole tray," Fred offered.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes, "You have a nice bum."

"Thank you!" Fred gave a cheesy grin, "Here you go," he handed her the tray and lead her to a table in the corner.

They sat and munched on the Christmas treats for an hour or so, talking to each other the whole time.

When they got back to the common room, the first thing Fred did when they walked through the door was shout, at the top of his lungs, "Phoebe thinks I have a nice bum!"

Phoebe, trying to fight down a blush, immediately denied it, but Fred and George were having none of it. Now that they had reunited there was no calming them down.

Phoebe slunk away to where Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Neville and some others were sat, leaving the twins to their madness.

"Did you have fun?" Hermione asked, looking up from her game of violent chess.

"Yeah, it was good," Phoebe smiled.

"I want to know everything later," her friend demanded.

"Alright alright," Phoebe jokingly rolled her eyes.

She relaxed into an armchair, unable to keep a smile off her face - it had been a good day.

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This is unedited and written on my phone, not a good combination, so sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

Also, here's some shameless self-promotion: if you like the new IT film, check out my new fanfiction, daydreams.