Fred Weasley gaped at my breasts, practically drooling, as I regarded him with amusement. His eyes were wide but dark, roaming all over my cleavage without shame.
"My father wouldn't like you looking at me like that, Weasley."
His eyes rose slowly up to mine, and a small smirk toyed at the edges of his mouth. "Fuck what your father says."
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Cornelius Fudge's daughter, Summer, is forced to move from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts in her seventh year, and she just so happens to fall in love with the class clown that just can't keep his eyes off her. The problem is, her father, the Minister for Magic, doesn't like the Weasley twins very much. And in a school increasingly ruled by the Ministry, and under the watch of Professor Umbridge, falling in love with a troublemaker isn't that easy. Follow Summer and Fred as they navigate their most senior year amidst a secret underground organisation, an abusive relationship that Fred needs to save her from, and an oppressive regime that the troublemakers simply can't obey.
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Book song: What Your Father Says by The Vamps
Is it a bad time to tell you I love you
When I'm watching you walk away?
Bad time to tell you I need you
When he's made up his mind again
Don't be cruel to me
All I do is believe
That it's a bad time to tell you to trust me
When I'm getting my story straight
A bad time to kick up a fuss
When it's only ever me to blame
You're confused about me
All the rumours getting through
'Cause he heard that I'm bad news, oh baby
Forget what your father says
I'm throwing stones at your windowpane
'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you
Got no degrees and a lot to prove
Says that you're wrong for me
Forget what your father says
Is it a good time to sneak in the back door
When your dad's at work all day?
A good time to lean in and kiss you
When he's not up in your face?
You're confused about me
All the rumours getting through
'Cause he heard that I'm bad news, oh baby
Fuck what your father says
I'm throwing stones at your windowpane
'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you
Got no degrees and a lot to prove
Says that you're wrong for me
Fuck what your father says
Told me he don't like my hair, he don't like my music
Told me that I better run, otherwise he'll lose it
And if I want his daughter's love I better stop playing
So all that I keep saying to her
Forget what your father says
I'm throwing stones at your windowpane
'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you
Got no degrees and a lot to prove
Says that you're wrong for me
Fuck what your father says
