"So, Angelina," began Fred seriously. He clasped his hands together as if he were announcing the death of her grandmother.
"What's wrong?" Angelina replied. They were standing in the Quidditch pitch stands after a Gryffindor victory ─ fans were pouring out of the stadium to celebrate in the common room. Fred was still wearing his Beater uniform, and Angelina's Chaser robes were sticking to her skin in the unusually warm May sunshine. She was itching to go and change, but Fred's worrying tone kept her still.
"You know, Angelina, we've played on the same Quidditch team for five years now," he told her, sounding regretful.
"Yes..."
"And we've been in all the same classes, every single term for Merlin knows how long..."
"Um, yes?" she answered. "Where is this go─"
"And you've seen my stunningly handsome face daily since first year," he interrupted, finishing his thought.
"Um," said the Chaser, her brow sweating for some reason, "All of that is true, but what's the point of all this?"
"Not once, in the five ─ no, six years we've attended Hogwarts together," he began, dragging out the inevitable. He leaned back against the wall of the referee's box, acting casual.
Angelina hid a smile. She thought she knew where this was headed.
"What do you want to tell me, er─ Mr. Weasley?" she asked.
Fred waited a second for a dramatic pause.
"Angelina Johnson, will you go out with me? he finally asked, as if making a proclamation.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes." But she couldn't hold back a broad smile.
"Yes!" answered Fred to himself. Then he blushed and ran his fingers through his hair, an uncharacteristic event for him. Angelina stared. He was blushing? She had no idea how much he liked her...
Suddenly, another Weasley twin appeared behind Fred.
"Oh, hello... you," said Angelina. Then she had a realization. "Were you spying on me?!" she exclaimed.
George frowned at her.
"Why, Ms. Johnson, I have a question for you. Do you even know which one of us you're now dating?" he asked severely.
Angelina grimaced. "Um, Fred? Fred! Fred, of course," she quickly replied.
"Lucky guess," muttered the Weasley twin who Angelina now knew to be George.
"Oh, shut up you," she told him, then turned away from him and kissed her boyfriend Fred on the cheek.