Breakfast at Beauxbatons was a charming affair, what with the serenade and the french toast. I sat in between the Weasley twins, across from Terry and Harry, and a few seats away from Pansy, who was the only Slytherin girl apart from Shannon who applied to come on the trip. I watched Shannon pass Pansy the butter as we munched, the twins' arms slung around my shoulders. 

"Have fun last night, Softpaw?" Terry asked from across the table. I eyed his mischievous grin. 

Harry glanced between me and Terry. "What? What did you do last night, Daisy?" 

I froze, watching Terry's grin get wider. He definitely knew what Fred and I were doing last night. Making out on that bench right outside the Dining Chamber. I shuddered as I remembered the feeling of Fred's hands brushing all over my body. 

"Yes, I had a lot of fun last night, Hopper." I said coldly, my eyes fixated on his. Terry stared back, his eyes shining with glee. "Enchanting Capri-Suns to fall on Beauxbatons students when they climbed the staircases was very entertaining." 

Harry turned to Ron, tuning us out, absolutely used to my daily pranks, and probably bored of hearing about them after ten years of witnessing them in school. Terry smirked at me. 

I reached my hand underneath the table, brushing it against Fred's. I laced my fingers through his, and he tugged our hands together. I glanced up at him, about to smile at him, when I noticed the smirk. Huh? 

"I mean, if you wanted both of us, you should've just said, Softpaw." George said from the other side of me, an identical smirk on his face. Wait... no, this was Fred. I was holding George's hand! 

I jumped, letting go of George's hand as the twins snickered. 

"If a threesome's what you wanted, I don't mind at all. Fred?" George quipped, leaning over me to quirk an eyebrow at his twin. 

My face flushed. I... honestly wouldn't mind that. They're almost identical and both are absolutely my type. Both are nearly matching levels of hot, and their personalities are attractive as hell too. I wouldn't mind both of the twins pressed up against me, one's tongue in my mouth, the other's mouth on my neck... Godric, Daisy, what's gotten into you lately? Just because you're going through puberty doesn't mean you can let your hormones get loose... 

I shook my head as the twins high-fived. I cleared my throat, smirking. "Yeah, okay. You don't mind, do you, Red?" 

Fred blinked, looking taken aback. George's mouth fell open. 

"I also wanna date you both too, yanno, just to see -" 

"No." Fred cut me off with a slight growl. My eyes widened, a laugh bubbling up inside of me. "I don't want you to date my -" 

"Who's my sister dating?" Harry piped up, frowning. The three of us all exchanged glances.  

"Uh - I was saying I don't want her to date my - uh - celebrity idol, Kylie Ford." Fred said cautiously. 

"Why not?" Harry cocked his head. "She's famous, rich, and female, so less likely to break Daisy's heart and more likely to treat her well." 

The twins and I regarded my brother, shrugging. 

"Fair enough." I said. 

"And no chance of accidental pregnancies." Terry sniggered beside Harry. 

"Ew, Hopper! Shut up!" I flung a toast crust at my ridiculous best friend, my cheeks burning. He ducked, shrieking as the crust hit him on the chest, and the Beauxbatons students around us turned and stared at him. 

Speaking of the girl I hooked up with at the Yule Ball, the morning owls swooped in. A large, dazzlingly beautiful barn owl landed in front of me, and I pulled a heart-shaped box of luxury chocolates from its legs. I fed it a few of Snidget's treats, and it hooted quietly as I turned to the note attached to the box. 

'I can't wait to join you in fifth year. 

I really desire to come see you in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. 

I shall have to try to convince Albus Dumbledore to let me in. 

I just know my sweet flower will win. 

- KF' 

My heart fluttered in my chest. Fuck. This girl is messing with my emotions real hard. I don't know her as well as my literal best friend Fred Weasley, but damn is she hot as hell, and clearly a charmer too. She really does know how to woo a girl. 

"She's courting you hard, Softpaw." Terry grinned as he passed the note to Draco, who aww'd at it. Fred shuffled beside me. 

I noticed Pansy watching me out of the corner of my eye. I hadn't talked much to her recently, and honestly, I was dying to spend time with her one-on-one. I don't know why. Maybe I think subconsciously that I can change her? Make her less of a bully? Or maybe I just want more opportunities to stare into her pretty brown eyes... 

So I got her alone outside the Dining Chamber once breakfast ended, the Beauxbatons students hurrying off to their classes, the Hogwarts students lounging around the Chamber chatting. 

"Hey, Pansy." I smirked as I leaned against the wall next to her. She whirled around, her eyes widening before she relaxed, eyeing me up and down. 

"What do you want, Potter?" She said casually, though her voice was devoid of the malice she used to have when saying my name. 

"How do you feel about nicking some Beauxbatons uniforms and sneaking into their classes?" 

Pansy smirked back at me. 

And twenty minutes later, we had dressed into two uniforms from the laundry room, and sneaked into what I think was a History of Magic class. The classes at Beauxbatons were very large, meaning that we were able to access any class in the school with little chance of being detected. There was a slight feeling of danger though, as we didn't know much, if any, French and I was easily recognisable as Daisy Potter, the Girl Who Lived, and I most certainly did not attend their school. Pansy and I spent our time giggling and passing notes at the back of the classes, occasionally causing trouble for the teacher that we made sure couldn't be traced back to us, and as the last bell of the day rang, the Slytherin dragged me into the nearest girls' bathroom. 

"You bring out a side of me I've never seen before." Pansy breathed. Her face was an inch away from mine. I gazed into her chocolate eyes. "I've never been much of a troublemaker, and I never mess around in school. Yet you've changed that about me... You make me feel things, Potter." 

I suddenly realised I was holding my breath. I let it out, and just as I was taking another one, Pansy closed the gap between us. Her mouth landed on mine softly, and I gasped into her mouth, feeling her lips moving with mine. I sank into the kiss, leaning forward into her, before the sound of the bathroom door banging open and a stream of chattering French girls entering the room forced us apart. 

~~~

"Hey, Softpaw." 

I turned, dropping my hoodie on the floor of the Gryffindor sixth year boys' dorm. Fred approached, his eyes shining with mischief, and he grabbed me around the waist, pressing his lips to mine. I melted into the kiss, letting him trace his hands up and down my body, lifting up the bottom of my t-shirt and pulling up. We separated to allow Fred to pull my shirt off before connecting our mouths again, his tongue licking into my mouth, meeting my tongue. I tugged at his shirt, tugging the blue shirt with a meme plastered on the front off as as he pushed me down onto his bed. 

He climbed on top of me, tugging my skinny jeans down. I gasped into Fred's mouth as his hands moved all over my body, roaming over my chest and over my hips, his lips moving down to my neck, kissing and biting as his hands moved down lower, slipping a hand into my knickers, making me arch my back up into him. I fumbled for Fred's jeans, pulling the zipper down and shoving them down his hips, trying desperately to find his boxers as his hand moved in my pants. I gasped breathily as Fred's tongue moved across my collarbone and his fingers sank deeper, and just as my hand reached - 

I sat up, panting. Shit. Another wet dream about my best friend. Why does this keep happening to me? 

It's the night after we returned from Beauxbatons. The early hours of Saturday morning in the castle. I looked around, nervous that somebody might have heard me gasping or moaning or whatever the fuck. Fred was asleep in his bed on my right, and I glanced to my other side. Lee was also asleep. Phew. Then I glanced at George's bed, and I jumped as I noticed his glinting eyes in the dark staring back at me. 

"Nice dream, Softpaw?" 

I dived back under the covers as George erupted into quiet laughter. 

When we had all woken up (George and I for the second time) on Saturday, we all headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, and the Insurgents, Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hung out beside the Lake the whole day, just bantering and laughing and generally having a good time. However, the lowly February darkness settled in early as usual, and we found ourselves heading up to the castle after our picnic under a tree. Harry and Ron split off to head to the Great Hall for leftovers, and Hermione stole Draco away after she heard that he was nervous about what to get Terry for Valentine's Day. The Insurgents headed up the hidden staircases that we all use by default now, towards the Gryffindor common room, tittering and laughing and shoving each other around. 

As we passed an empty classroom, I was yanked by my arm into it. I stumbled. Floppy slammed the door behind me and locked it as Will Ash trapped my arms behind me, tugging me further back into the dark classroom. I rolled my eyes as Floppy approached, his eyes glinting with menace. 

"You're developing nicely, Weakling." He said, a small smirk unfolding on his face. "Don't think I didn't see you at the Yule Ball. You have some nice..." 

I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"Big..." 

I started to writhe against Ash's grip. 

"Tits." 

I wrenched myself free. "Fuck off." I spat at Floppy, my heart beating forcefully in my chest. He smirked at me. 

"I'd rather -"

"- Fuck Spieler, I know." I said. 

Greg Spieler choked behind me. Floppy glared at me. 

"Fuck YOU, you little bitch." He snarled, and reached out. His hand landed on my breast and squeezed, and I lashed out, striking him in the face with my fist. Ash pulled my arms behind my back again, Spieler kicking my legs out from under me. I landed on my knees, wincing as the hard classroom floor scraped my skin. Tim Rudd hovered in the background anxiously as Floppy stood over me, looking down at me with an evil, condescending smirk. 

I glared at him, opening my mouth wide. "HELP!" I screamed, and Floppy grabbed my head, forcing my face into his thigh to shut me up. The door burst open in a shower of sparks, and Fred, George, and Terry ran in, wands out. 

Fred spotted us, and his face twisted in fury, and in one wand movement, Floppy was flying into the wall. Terry and George hurried forward, grabbing under my arms and hoisting me up, and Fred turned to me. 

"You okay?" 

I nodded, panting. Fred nodded to himself, turning, and launched himself at Floppy. Fred and Floppy fell to the floor, my best friend launching punch after punch at my enemy's face. I shrunk back into Terry, subconsciously massaging my breast where Floppy had harshly grabbed it. My knees burned and my nose throbbed from where he had forced my face into him. Terry glanced at me in concern. 

Ash started towards Fred and Floppy, but George stepped forward. 

"No you don't, asshole." George hissed, taking Ash by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall. Spieler and Rudd lingered back, clearly afraid of taking on the two Gryffindor Beaters without their Slytherin Beater leader. 

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Fred had his arm slung around me, and I was cuddled into his side. The Insurgents were huddled together in the armchairs beside the fireplace, and Terry and George were watching me anxiously. Fred's grip around me was tight, and his jaw was set, his eyes flashing. 

"Softpaw... what was he doing to you when we walked in?" George asked tentatively. 

"He wasn't forcing me to suck his dick, if that's what you're wondering." I said. 

The three boys visibly relaxed. Fred's grip loosened slightly, but his eyes were still glinting dangerously. 

"Are your knees okay?" Terry said, leaning forward. I shrugged, pulling up my tracksuit bottoms. Terry cringed, taking out his wand. 

"What did he do to you?" Fred said quietly. I took a deep breath, telling them about Floppy dragging me into the classroom, telling me I had 'nice big tits' and that he'd like to fuck me, Ash restraining me, Spieler forcing me down on my knees, and Floppy shoving my face into his thigh to shut me up. Fred's face got harder and harder as I explained, and when I had finished, he said lowly, "They're going to regret ever touching you. I swear. All of them." 

"Okay, psycho." I said nervously as Terry quirked a half smile. 

Fred and George sometimes used their fists and fought like Muggles instead of using their wands to hex and curse people, and it was always when they had fully lost it. The only other time they had beat someone up like this, that I can remember off the top of my head, was when that Muggle sexually assaulted me in London. Both times, Fred was pissed beyond reason. It's kinda hot that he's so protective over me, not gonna lie... 

As the three boys chatted around me, coming up with ways they can prank Floppy and the Three Douchebags so viciously and nastily that they'd never think of hurting me again, I relaxed back into Fred's arms. Did Fred like me in third year? He's always found me hot, that I do know, but when did he actually start liking me romantically? 

When did I start liking Fred romantically? I always recognised that Fred and George were attractive ever since I met them, but I only started finding him hot... hmm. I don't know, actually. Thinking back, it might have started when Fred and I made out at the end of third year every time we saw Terry in the corridors, to make him jealous. Then when we got closer over the summer, then when he started touching my wings. Then the wet dreams must have just did it for us. 

Do I actually like him romantically, though? Do I want to date Fred Weasley? 

It's probably just sexual attraction. We're both experiencing puberty, and we're two of the hottest people in the school, and we're best friends. It's natural to have these feelings. He probably just wants to use this friends-with-benefits situation as an outlet for his hormones. I probably want the same. I haven't thought about it in any great detail - and it may be because I'm avoiding -

"What do you think, Softpaw?" 

I blinked. George had his eyebrow raised at me. 

"Tying all four of them upside down from the Astronomy Tower balcony. Bit of a taste of their own medicine, right?" 

I nodded, letting a small grin unfold on my face. "Sounds good, lads." 

Us four continued chatting and bantering into the night, and too soon it was time for Terry to head back to Ravenclaw Tower... or maybe the Slytherin dungeons. LOL. 

As the twins and I were heading up to our dorm, Fred pulled me into the Gryffindor sixth year boys' bathrooms, pushing me gently up against the wall. I was reminded of the first time that we made out, in a girls' bathroom that I'd went into to pull out a spit-ball that Terry had shot into my hair. 

"I'll kill anyone that tries to hurt you, Softpaw." Fred said softly, looking down at me. I grinned. 

"I know." I said. 

"Sorry, I must be acting like such an overprotective boyfriend -" Fred chuckled, before his eyes widened, and he bit his lip. 

"Don't apologise." I purred, pulling him closer by his hoodie zipper. "It's hot that you're so protective..." 

A lopsided grin grew on Fred's face, and he leaned down, capturing my lips with his. I responded enthusiastically, moving my lips against his, letting him lick into my mouth. His tongue met mine, moving over and around mine, and his hands moved gently up and down my body. I melted into the kiss, and felt all negative thoughts and feelings drift away as he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up against the wall. 

~~~ 

I woke suddenly. It was pitch black around me, and I could tell that something was beside me. And on the other side of me. Huh? 

"Red, Bushy, this isn't funny." I sat up, rubbing my eyes. They adjusted to the darkness slightly, and I jumped as I spotted the two figures sitting on either side of my bed. 

"Guys, what are you doing here?" I hissed at my angel brothers. Gabriel and Castiel glanced at each other. 

"We just wanted to hang out, little sis." Gabe leaned on his elbow as he lounged across my bed. 

"We wanted to check in on you. It appears you have been attacked by a demon." Cas said. I cocked my head at him. 

"A demon? I don't think so." I said. 

Gabe laughed a quick, short laugh. "Cassie, we  can't just let her figure this out on her own. It's dangerous to let her go blind to who he is when he's living in the same building as her, however big it may be. A demon has never found her this early before. I don't know how he sensed her." 

Cas hesitated, then nodded slowly, sighing. "It's for her own protection. She has to know." 

"What are you guys on about?" I gawked at them. 

"Sis." Gabe got closer to me, his little mischievous grin gone. "You may know him as Felix 'Floppy' Malfoy. You may think he's a wizard. He's not." 

I raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Daisiel. He's a demon."