"I have the most brilliant idea!" Too excited to walk around the overstuffed couch of the common room, I threw myself over the back of it and landed half on top of none other than Fred Weasley.

Grunting slightly due to my landing half on top of him, he looked bewildered at my sudden appearance in the common room at this hour. Practically every student was down in the Great Hall at this time of day eating dinner. The two of us decided to skip out on our meal tonight, seeing as Fred, George and I had just made it back from a trip to the kitchens not too long ago.

"And what—" Another uncomfortable sounding grunt from Fred as I shifted myself comfortably on top of him and the couch, "—might that be, Kit-Kat?"

"Well," I breathed out in rushed excitement, "you see, as I was attempting to do my charms homework about four minutes ago, I had a revelation. I was trying to figure out how exactly the wand movements for the Diffindo charm worked exactly, and I decided to grab Angelina's book from her bed when—"

Deciding to interrupt most rudely, Fred cut in, and swung an arm lazily around me on the back of the couch. "Kates, dearie, does this little anecdote of yours have a point?"

Huffing, I crossed my arms defiantly across my chest and looked away from him. "Yes," I spoke pointedly, trying to appear as hurt as possible to him. "it does, if you would just let me finish." I still did not look up at him, but I heard Fred sigh in what I took as defeat.

A grin lighting up my face, and I clasped my hands together, leaning forward a bit. "So, as I was saying... I went to grab Angelina's charms book from her bed when I realized that I didn't need it any longer. So I hopped myself back onto my bed, and got back to doing my homework. After I got bored with it, I went about doodling around some things. You know—like things you and George might like for your shop, and new plays for our match against Ravenclaw, or ways to get Snape kicked out for good, and dresses for the ball coming up." I looked up at Fred who was trying his best to seem as excited as I was about all of this, but was failing miserably. He was nodding his head slightly, and tracing patterns on my knee high socks with his finger. I smirked, and decided to interrupt his trance.

"Fred Weasley, are you even listening to me?"

Upon hearing this, Fred's head snapped up and he smiled cheekily. "Why, Katie my love, of course I'm listening to you—what kind of a friend would I be if I wasn't?"

I waved him off and decided to continue with my story. "So as I was doodling some dresses, it hit me." I paused for dramatic effect.

Fred seemed bored by this, and short of patience. "Well? What is this brilliant revelation that you've had? C'mon, out with it."

I grinned, excited for what I was about to tell him. "George and I are going to the ball together!"

I sat there, waiting for Fred's reply. His face didn't look like he was half as excited as I was about this proposition. On the contrary, it looked like he hated the idea of me going to the Yule Ball with his twin. I gave him a few seconds to recover from the news before continuing.

"Cheer up, Freddie, you haven't even heard the best part yet!"

Bringing his eyes up to meet mine, he sighed heavily. "And what might that be?"

I almost felt sorry for my best friend—he looked that pathetically sad. I gave him a small smile before I spoke. "Well, since I'll be asking George, you'll be going with Angelina. It's only right." Fred's face showed a mixture of disappointment and bewilderment. This confused me a great deal, but I decided not to push it right now by asking him what had bothered him so much.

"A-ah. I see."

My eyebrows furrowed and I crossed my legs absentmindedly over Fred's legs. "You see? That's it? It's bloody brilliant! What do you think?"

"What's so brilliant about it? What if I don't want to go with Angelina to the ball?"

"Well why wouldn't you want to do that? It's only one night, and you two are good enough mates. I'm sure she'd like for you to ask her."

"But why me? Can't you get some other bloke who actually fancies her to ask?"

"I already thought of that, Fred. Besides, if you don't ask her then my whole plan goes down the drain right along with my potions grade." I smiled cheekily at that, trying to lighten the mood. That's what Fred always did when I was making a fuss over something or if I was in a downright miserable mood.

"What plan might this be? I still don't see the point in me asking Angelina to the bloody ball."

I sighed exasperatedly and rolled my eyes at his stupidity. "Fred, honestly, are you blind?" All he could do was blink in response, so I took that as my cue to keep talking. "If I go to the ball with George, then you ask Angelina, they'll end up getting jealous. I know for a fact that Angelina fancies your brother, she just doesn't know it yet."

Fred seemed to understand where my plan made sense, but something still seemed to trouble him. "So why do you have to go with George? And I still don't see why it has to be the two of us asking them. Can't we just push them together and let them have a good snog?"

I was annoyed now, and his pessimism was killing my mood. "Because. If any other idiot in this school were to go with Angelina, George would just pretend like it doesn't bother him. But if you go with her, that'll just get underneath his skin, and he'll realize that he should have been the one to ask Angelina. It's brilliant." I couldn't keep a grin off of my face by the time I had finished speaking—my plan was fool proof. By Fred going with Angelina, it would ensure George getting jealous. I would just be there to act as a fake date, but Angelina wouldn't know that. She'd think I might actually be there with him, and her feelings would come out as well. It was perfect.

"So where do you come into all of this? Can't you and Alicia just go together without dates?"

"Fred Weasley, do you know how I would look if I showed up without a date? And besides, Alicia's already got a date, and I've turned down about a handful of guys just for this plan to work. Now you're either with me or you're against me."

Sighing in defeat, Fred conceded. "Alright, alright, I'll ask Angelina. But do you really have to go with my brother?"

Honestly, this boy couldn't let anything go! Sure, if it was one of his plans, he'd have no problem with it. But now that it's my plan, he's got to pick it apart form every conceivable angle. Pinching the bridge of my nose in agitation, I sighed angrily. "Fred, we've been through this. This is the only way to get your brother and Angelina together! Please do this, Fred. For me?" Desperate to get him to agree to my plan, I threw the best puppy dog pout on I could muster. Fred only lasted a moment before agreeing finally to my plan.

"Yes! Fred, you're the best!" I threw my arms excitedly around Fred and hugged him tightly. He laughed, and hugged back.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now shut up and let's go find my brother so you can go ask him, alright?"

I nodded happily, and we walked out of the common room together, Fred's arm slung around my waist.