What Could Go Wrong

Chapter One

 My name is Aubrianna Weasley, I'm Ron Weasley's twin. Ron and I do everything together: eat, play quidditch, shop, study, everything. Fred and George are lucky, they're just like each other, Ron and I are like best friends, not siblings. Ron loves to eat, I only eat so that I continue living. I love shopping, and he just comes because Mum and Dad can't trust me with money by myself.

"Aubrianna," calls Ron from his room, "Did you write your letter to Hermione yet?"

I get off my bed, and leave the room I share with Ginny. I walk across the hall to Ron's room, holding the letter I'm sending to Hermione.

"Should we send them both with Pig?" I ask.

He scoffs, "Why can't we use your owl?"

I roll my eyes, "Felix has a hurt wing." Felix is the beautiful, chocolate brown barn owl I got in my first year. Ron has always hated Felix, because he didn't get Pig until this year. What he doesn't seem to understand is, I had been saving all my money my whole life so I could buy my own owl by first year.

He sighs, tying his letter to Pig's foot, and throwing him out the window.

"What about my letter?" I protest.

He laughs, "My owl, my letter. Better fix Felix."

I leave his room, accidentally leaving the letter in there, too. I start to go back and get it, but decide that if I leave it, he'll send it when Pig gets back. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen. I open the fridge and examine what we have. Some chicken from merlin knows how long ago, eggs, and milk. I decide to skip lunch, going out to our shed, and grabbing my broom. I pull my cleansweep out of the shed, looking closely at it. It doesn't look tampered with, but one can never be sure when it comes to Fred and George.

"Revelio." I mumble, pulling my wand out of my boot.

Nothing appears, so I decide it's safe to fly for a bit, at least until Mum realizes I'm flying without permission.
I position myself on the broom, pushing up off the ground, and flying in the air. I'm soaring high above The Burrow, looking down on the earth. It's an amazing feeling, flying. When I'm flying I feel unstoppable, fearless, and generally better than everyone else. Mum says its that attitude that got me into Slytherin, but I don't really mind.

"Aubrianna!" I hear Fred call from below me. I look down and see he is waving a piece of parchment at me. It dawns on me that he might have my letter for Hermione. Merlin, I should not have left that in Ron's room. I wrote about how I might fancy Malfoy, just a bit.

I don't want anyone to know, so I fly down there as fast I can to make sure he doesn't have my letter, and if he does I plan on bribing him so he won't tell anyone. I can only imagine how my father will react if he finds out.

"Dear Hermione," He reads in a fake daze, "I can't be sure yet, but I do believe I might fancy Draco Malfoy," he gags, "You can do better, sis." he gives me my letter and I snatch it out if his hands.

"You can have my dessert for two months if you don't tell anyone." I say, staring at him desperately.

He must've seen the desperation in my eyes because he looks at me pleadingly, and I understand. Everybody already knows.

"Does dad know?" I ask, looking down ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Aubri." He says, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I shrug it off, and grab get back on my broom.

"Wait,' he stops me, "Mum wants you to come inside."

I sigh, "What could go wrong?" I chuckle, putting my broom back in the shed. When my broom is put away I shuffle into the house. I try to sound casual, it's not like I have anything to be sorry for, it's not even a crush, yet, "When is Hermione getting here?" I ask, entering the Burrow. I look up and see that this will not be a casual chat with my mum.

My whole family is sitting at the dining room table.

"Aubrianna Jill Weasley I will not let you associate yourself with filth such as that Malfoy boy," Mum begins, "From this point forward I do not want you socializing with him."

I roll my eyes, "Mum, we share a common room, all my classes are with him, and because we are both always the best Slytherins in our classes, we sit next to each other in all our classes."

Mum lets out an exasperated sigh, "Merlin, Aubrianna, you have to make everything so difficult?"

"Am I making it difficult because Malfoy and I are always the best in our class? Believe me, I will stop studying in a heartbeat and-" My mother cuts me off.

"Slytherin! Of all houses you, Aubrianna, got the worst one. You were so much better when you weren't Slytherin You were so much easier to be around, when you weren't Slytherin!" She explodes, shaking her hands furiously. I start to tear up, but she continues, "Now you're a rotten brat! You're worse than that, you're a bloody wanker. And I would've never thought my daughter of all people would be a-"

Dad puts his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back, "Maybe that's enough, Molly."

I'm now full on sobbing, she had never gone off on my like that before. I was used to her yelling at me, but this was different.

"No," I stop Dad, "Let her finish."
"I don't remember what I was going to say," She looks down at her feet, "I'm terribly sorr-"

"I know what you were going to call me. You were going to call me a slag." I spit the words out, hoping they hurt her more than they hurt me.

My family gasps, and Ginny comes to my side hugging me. She knows mum was going to say it, too.

"I would never-"

"Mum, what is a Wanker who is also a brat? A slag."

She turns and walks away, I hope she cries. Meanwhile, Dad follws her and Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George come to me and hug me.

"She didn't really mean that," George whispers to me.

"She just didn't know how to react." Finishes Fred.

"Well that certainly was not the way to react, if you ask me." I chuckles, pulling away from the embrace.

They all look at me uncertainly.

"I'll be okay." I laugh.

Ron, Fred, and George all go upstairs, but Ginny stays with me. She looks me up and down, then hugs me one last time before saying "I will support you in whatever you choose."

I smile at her and then turn to go back outside.