Reveiw!

So there I was, two nights later, alone in the dormitory having a nap on a lovely Thursday afternoon. All classes were over for the day and so far I'd received no homework, always a plus. Anyway, that's how I was when George found me.

"Rose-marie Greengrass" he exclaimed, throwing a piece of parchment at me, successfully hitting me on the nose. "Fourth year, Slytherin, parents died when she was two, pureblood with a thing for astronomy" he finished, watching proudly from his leaning spot on my beds banister as I unrolled the parchment. Sure enough, there she was a moving photograph of her, presumably for a school picture they take of students every three years, that meant first years, fourth years, and seventh years all had photographs taken at the beginning of the school year. This was hers.

She was sat up straight, her long brown hair pushed away from her pale, almost white face. Her eyes were still bright and shinning, but without the mischief that had drawn me to her in the first place.

"I see you've done your research, Gred" I said with a smirk, not taking my eyes off of the smiling girl wearing the silver and green tie in the photograph. It didn't seem right somehow, a prankster in Slytherin house, I was near enough unheard of. all Slytherin's were proud and stuck up in my opinion, to see one as free spirited as she had seemed was absolute madness.

I don't know where George found this information, but from what I could see, he'd researched it himself. The photograph took up residence in the top left corner of the page; the rest of the parchment was adorned by the scruffy scrawl that was our handwriting and a few ink splodges. "How did you even find all this stuff?" I asked suspiciously and slightly amazed.

"I know some people" George shrugged making a big show of inspecting his nails as he avoided my eye.

"Lee?" it was more a statement than a question, but George nodded all the same, his smirk still etched onto his face. "So when do we get her?" I asked, throwing the parchment on my bed as I stood up, trying to avert looking back at her shinning eyes.

There was nothing remarkable about her, sure she was attractive in a blatantly obvious way, but she a Slytherin, a pureblood Slytherin, and they were all one in the same, all muggle and muggle-born haters with a keen sense of dark magic about them. I tried to distract myself from the thought of her dark, cruel pranks by eyeing my twin with the wicked smile one of us got when we had an idea, the exact same on he was wearing now.

"Tonight" he said with a grin as he wiggled his wand between his thumb and middle finger, red sparks flashing from the end of it.

The next morning, George and I were up earlier than usual, already washed, dressed and heading for the great hall. Somehow, George looked calm, his usual cocky smirk on his face. I, however, felt nervous. What if the prank didn't work? What if she knew the countercurse? What if she jinxed us in the middle of the great hall? All these thoughts were banished however when I finally sat down on the Gryffindor bench that allowed both me and George to see the rest of the great hall.

People began filing in a few minutes after, slowly at first, just one or two students at a time, and then it was the masses. The hordes of girls that giggled at snuck glances at you when they thought you weren't looking. Boys who spoke their quidditch opinions incredibly loud to arouse some sort of response from neighbouring houses.

After what felt to me like hours, and probably seconds to George, we saw a tall, slim figure with not quite straight, not quite curly hair stroll into the great hall proudly. Her light blue eyes were sparkling again, not just with mischief this time but something that looked oddly like challenge as well. This was easy to see when the girl you pranked last night was staring at you, right in the eyes as she walked to her table.

The only real difference about her was the colour of her hair. Where it was formally a beautiful brown that reminded me of melted chocolate it was now the brightest red possible. Not ginger-red like the Weasley's, no, we opted for something a little more Gryffindor in the colour spectrum. The best part was, whenever her head turned too fast, gold sparks erupted from her glowing her, crackling like fireworks around her head.

It was, in short a master piece, and the first time one of our pranks to have hit one single person instead of a group. And yet, Rose-marie looked, unaffected. She just sat next to some Slytherin girls that neither George, nor I, knew the names of and began chatting aimlessly, like nothing was new. Every now and then she'd move to grab some toast and the hair would erupt in a shower of sparks, all of them flittering around the Slytherin table, but all she did was giggle with her hand over her mouth and continue talking to some other green tied girl who looked upon her hair with admiration.

Deflated and disappointed, me and George dismissed ourselves, ruffling Ron's hair and before making a bee-line for the exit.

"It's like we did nothing!" George exclaimed when we were outside the great halls doors. I was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over my chest, one long, gangly leg over the other, eyes looking at the ceiling.

"Peeves did warn us" I replied, rubbing a hand over my eyes. Not because I was surprised or disappointed, but because I was exhausted. We'd had to stay up until the early hours of the morning before sneaking into the Slytherin common room, then we'd had to get in and after that we had to pull off the hair changing charm. This was all followed by and early start to make sure we caught all the action our prank had produced, which turned out to not be worth it at all. "We're obviously going to step up our game"

"Yes" said a voice, making both me and George snap our heads to look at. "You are" and standing there before us was Rose-marie Greengrass. Her red hair sparking with gold with every turn of her head, her sliver and green tie loose around her shirt that had the top two buttons undone. "I must say though" she said, reaching towards her sock and pulling out what looked like a cherry wood wand "It is an impressive charm" she flicked her wrist above her head and her hair returned to the luscious, silky brown that made me want to run my fingers through it, just to see if it felt as glorious as it looked.

"We try our best" George said, his cocky yet somewhat flirty façade back in its rightful place. Rose-marie didn't seem phased.

"I've noticed" she said with a mischievous smile. "Rose-marie" she said, extending a slim, pale hand towards me.

"Fred Weasley" I said with a smirk, accepting her out stretched hand. It took all my will power to let go, her skin was so soft and cool, it was like holding fresh snow, I could almost feel the disappointment flood through me when she released my hand in exchange for George's.

"Well" she said when George released her hand; his face showing no hints that he was feeling the same withdrawal from not holding her hand. There was something about her, something that fascinated me too the point of obsession, and I'd barely spoken to her for five minutes. I passed it off as a competitive drive against a rivalling prankster, not knowing what else it could be "As fun as this has been" she said pointing to her back to brown hair "I have lessons to get to" she gave each of us a smile and proceeded to walk daintily over to the stairs.

George and I turned simultaneously to walk back into the great hall when he spoke up again, her soft, alluring voice shredding through the still humid late summer air.

"Oh, and boys" she said making us both crane our necks to look over our shoulders. "This isn't over" and with a wink and a wave, she disappeared up the stairs and out of sight.

"Can you believe her?" George finally said when we were both lying on the dew ridden grass, the moisture seeping into my white shirt from where I was lying, my mind taunted by the chill of her hands. I must have misheard how George worded what he said since I replied simply with –

"No, I really can't"

"So, is that when you realised you loved her?" Hermione said, her head resting atop her hands. She was crossed legged now on the sofa looking up and Fred as he retold his story, a small, almost unnoticeable smile gracing his features.

"Merlin no!" He exclaimed, looking at Hermione like she'd just sprouted wings and horns. "What is it with you girls and love at first sight?" he asked prodding Hermione's forehead like he examining a frozen caveman. "Do I look that soppy? No, I'm a man, It takes a long time to steal my heart" he said, puffing out his chest and faux pouting, looking strangely like a Greek statue.

"No need to make fun" Hermione said with a laugh, shoving his shoulder so he stumbled, almost landing on the floor. "I just meant is this where you realised you liked her?" Hermione asked earnestly.

"Of course I did, she was a beautiful girl and I was a hormonal teenage boy, what wasn't to like?" Fred replied waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione gave him nothing but a pointed look with her arms crossed over her chest. "Fine" Fred sighed "but, no, this isn't where I realised I liked her, that wasn't until the Christmas of my fifth year"