A/N: This was written for Mystii's pairing challenge on the HPFC. My pairing was Fred/Alicia (obviously) and my prompt was stripes. I'll admit, the way it turned out doesn't really use the prompt very well but anyway...
Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling. Nor is it Warner Brothers inc. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter
Of stripes, spying and Quidditch practice
There were stripes everywhere that day: white stripes made by Muggle aircraft streaking the sky, alternating light green and dark green stripes on the grass of the Quidditch pitch, stripes on the faded house banners hanging from the tiers of empty seats and stripes on Alicia Spinnit's Quidditch uniform.
She was alone on the pitch, making endless shots with the quaffle. This was unusual. Normally, there would be a few of them practising: Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, if not the whole of the Gryffindor team. Fred should know; after all he spent large amounts of time watching her from his bedroom window.
Yes, spying on people through your bedroom window was not nice or right or considered acceptable in polite society. And Fred did feel guilty when he did it. And he didn't do it very much; usually he would be out there playing Quidditch with her- Fred was more of a doer than a watcher (most of the time, anyway).
Not to mention, Alicia looked so, well, hot in her Quidditch uniform. Not that he'd ever told anyone this- not even George whom he told (almost) everything. George wasn't the sort of person who spied on girls through bedroom windows or indeed ever showed any sort of romantic inclination for girls at all. And they were twins- they were supposed to be exactly the same. Fred knew that George would just laugh at him.
But, anyway, today he wasn't spying through a bedroom window- he was here, on the stripy grass in his Quidditch robes (also stripy), trying to get up the courage to join Alicia.
Wait, trying to get up the courage- what a stupid expression! He was Fred Weasley! He didn't hesitate when asking to play Quidditch with a girl- no matter how hot that girl looked in red and gold stripes.
"Hi, Alicia," Fred grinned, mounting his broom. "You look like you could use some competition."
"Hi, Fred," she replied. He drifted into place in front of the goal and Alicia laughed. "I didn't know you played keeper."
Fred didn't play keeper but he didn't find this out until Alicia had thoroughly beaten him with a score of fifty-four to three. That didn't matter anyway- he got a close up view of Alicia Spinnit and that was all that mattered.
A/N: Alright, I admit it that last sentence was pathetic- and probably a bit suggestive- but what did you think of the rest of it? Reveiws much appreciated.
