CHAPTER TWO
I sat in my bedroom, sighing as I waited for my brother to return. He lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I sat up when my brother arrived and looked at him expectantly. "So… how'd it go? You were gone for a while. You snog her?"
"Of course. You snog, More?"
I felt my eyes widen and I looked at him. "What? No! What part of 'I hate her' don't you get?"
"I don't get why," he said, rolling his eyes and sitting down on his own bed. "She's great. She's smart and funny… well she's funny. Maybe not smart considering I know Hermione and my standards on intelligence are kind of biased. She's good at coming up with pranks and she's really sweet. Plus, she's pretty hot, don't you think? You like girls with dark hair, don't you?"
"Yeah, but her haircut reminds me of Snape but with bangs."
"You like girls with green eyes. More has green eyes."
"Her eyes are the color of lettuce. I don't like lettuce."
"High cheek bones?"
"Too high."
"Big boobs?"
"Not big by my past girlfriend's standards."
Fred sighed and took off his shirt, pulling the blanket up over his body. "Whatever. I'm telling you that you're missing out on a great girl."
"If she's so awesome, why don't you date her then instead of trying to push her off on me?" I asked, turning so that my back was facing him.
"Maybe I will," he said. I could tell he was trying to taunt me, but I didn't get why. It's not like I'd get jealous. "She's a really nice girl. I'd be lucky to call her my girlfriend." He said the last part kind of wistfully. I looked up curiously and glanced back at him, watching him stare idly at the ceiling.
"Do you like her?" I asked. "As in more than just your best girl friend."
He smirked at me and shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe I could like her that way. Jealous?"
"Uh…. No," I said, as if it were obvious. "She's more your type anyway, don't you think?"
"Dude, we have the same type."
"Not exactly. There's one very big difference in the type of girls we like."
He was quiet for a moment, trying to remember what the difference was. He suddenly realized what it was and he sighed, rolling his eye once again. "Are you still holding onto the whole 'I don't wanna date a girl that gets along with my mother' thing? I don't even get why that's one of your criteria."
"It just is. I don't want my future wife to get along with my mother as well as More does. It's just weird. I love mom and all, but it'd be weird for in-laws to get along so well."
He chuckled and closed his eyes. He sighed and soon fell fast asleep. I stayed up for a little while longer, staring into space. I did eventually relax and fall asleep.
The next morning, Fred and I had astronomy class first. More and Harry were in there too. They both seemed absorbed in a conversation and Fred was absorbed in our hot student teacher as she sat in the corner and took notes, so there was no one for me to really talk to.
"Okay," our teacher said, twitching. She was kind of a funny woman. She had wiry hair and coke-bottle glasses. "Time to pair up. We're going to be doing a project. Together, you must create your own universe."
I instantly grabbed onto Fred's arm, just as he grabbed onto me. "Partners!" we said at the same time.
The teacher looked up at our outburst and smiled. "Don't you two want to try new things? Don't you want to be partners with other people?"
"No," we said together.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Too bad. I'm going to separate you for this project." She looked around and caught sight of More and Harry. "Fred," she said. "You'll be paired with More. George, you'll be with Harry."
I frowned but Fred smiled widely and let me go. "Well, if it had to be someone other than George, I'm glad it was More," he said, standing and walking over to her desk. She smiled back at him and started rooting around in her bag for supplies. I glared at More's back as Harry moved over to me. "Hey George," he said, taking out a notebook. "Something wrong?"
"No," I insisted. I sighed and watched them. Fred looked so excited sitting near her. He looked so happy. "Hey, Harry… What does More think of Fred?"
He looked surprised by the question. "I thought it was obvious. They're best friends. She loves him the same way you do. Why?"
"Because I think Fred wants to date her."
Harry didn't seem convinced and looked back at the pair of them. "I don't see it," he said. "He's been trying to set you two up for the last year."
"What?" I asked. "He's been putting us together like that on purpose?"
"Duh. You thought he was just being annoying all this time?"
"Well, then it must be him trying to deny his feelings or something. I know he likes her."
Harry shrugged and looked down at his notebook, beginning to write. "If you say so."