{Fred's POV}
I'd never thought much about settling down; I almost had the shop, I had George. I was sure to be Witch Weekly's Bachelor of the Year one day; and yet, here I was contemplating the feelings I may or may not have for a certain brown-eyed witch. She's two years younger than me and my kid brother is one of her best friends. Is it weird? Everyone knows Ickle Ronnie has a crush on her- 4 years with the brightest witch of her age can do that to a man.
She doesn't know I like her, as more than a friend, in fact, she probably doesn't know I like her, period. Sure she spends holidays with us, and sleeps in my sisters' room. She only comes because of Harry and Ron though. I'm not sure why, but she has a sort of hold on me, not that she knows. For a smart witch, she really isn't observant. I want her to go to the Yule Ball with me. Here goes nothing -
"Oi, Hermione!" I yelled out to her, the library was close to empty anyway.
Madam Pince's eyes narrowed at me through the shelves
"Sheesh, Fred. Could you be any louder?" she replied with a scowl, returning books to the shelves
"Probably," I shrugged "but I was wondering if you're going with anyone to the ball."
"Did Ronald put you up to this?" she accused, I was taken aback "He has no right to speculate who I may or may not be going to the ball with!" She nearly yelled then turned and started walking away
"No Ron did not put me up to this, I actually wanted to take you myself," I muttered under my breath
She was walking back towards me, did she hear?
"For the record, someone has asked me, and I said yes." She hissed, I guess she didn't hear me
Godric, I pissed her off a little bit. I frowned despite my efforts, whom was she going with?