Just Another Girl
by ThatCrazyAsian
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Every glance from him made her heart flutter. His smile dazed her, even when it wasn't directed at her.
They passed each other in the hall, and she was in utter bliss when he would call her name and ask if she was going to the Quidditch game. Sometimes he just said hi, and even that made her ecstatic.
Although they were friendly, they really didn't talk much. If they had other friends around, he wouldn't go out of his way to talk to her.
Fred was popular. He was funny. All the Gryffindors loved him, and he could even crack up the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Not to mention, he's a wonderful Quidditch player and has helped lead the Gryffindor team to victory countless times these past few years.
Only the Slytherins ever had something bad to say about him, but they were easy to ignore.
Her friends talked about him a lot, giggling like idiots when he walked passed them. But she wouldn't; she would look away until she was sure he couldn't see the smile he brought to her face.
She was a year younger than him, so she didn't have classes with him. She only saw him at those rare moments in the hallway, and when he was telling jokes in the common room.
And not to mention during Quidditch games. She loved watching the games, because it was the only time she could stare openly at him without being caught.
She remembered their first meeting, on her first trip on the Hogwarts Express. She was struggling to get her trunk into a compartment, and suddenly, he was there; a tall, red-haired boy with freckles and a great smile.
He introduced himself as Fred Weasley and asked if she needed help, and she nodded gratefully. She was shocked when another boy appeared; he was an exact duplicate. Fred introduced him as his twin brother, George.
The two of them helped to get her trunk in the compartment. She thanked them graciously, and they waved it off as if it were nothing. And it might have been nothing, if Fred hadn't smiled at her before leaving.
That smile had stuck with her for the past four years. No boy had ever smiled at her like that.
And she never saw him smile like that ever again. He would grin at people, but not the same one. His grin was one of humor. But the smile on the train was different; maybe it as the way the light from the window lit up his face, or the way he had tilted his head slightly. Whatever the reason, she just knew that it was special and rare.
To her, he was everything. He was the reason she could wake up in the mornings. The reason she went to Quidditch games. The reason she tried to get detention just to spend a few hours in a silent classroom with him, writing lines.
But to him, she knew she was just another girl.