Sampson Wood [OC] and Roxanne Weasley
She wondered why she was doing this again.
The idiot. She couldn't believe it. Just because she had kicked his arse in Quidditch…Really. The Woods were sooo melodramatic. It was unbelievable. Why was she dating him again?
"Cause you think he's cute." Her older twin answered her silent question, stepping out of the changing room. Fred smirked as she scowled at him.
"Don't read my thoughts. Or I might just show a couple of yours to Jo…?" She suggested.
Fred scowled. "Keep my girlfriend out of this." He nodded at the changing room. "I suggest you do your thing with him. There is a vast difference between best friends and girlfriends and, twins or not, I will not cross that line."
She grinned. "Uh-uh. Whatever, Freddie."
She brushed past him and entered the blue and bronze changing room. Her sorry excuse for a boyfriend was sobbing his heart out on the floor. Oh well. At least he wasn't trying to throw himself off the Astronomy Tower again.
She came to a stop in front of him, lips pursed, arms akimbo, foot tapping. A little pose referred to by her cousins as 'Slytherin time'. So? She was a Slytherin.
"Sampson. Wood." He winced as she enunciated each word.
"Go ahead." He whined pitifully. "Kill me."
She kicked him. "Wood, you know damn well Slytherin was already ahead for the cup. Honestly, you can still make it up if you beat your sister in the next match. Which I doubt, because there is a reason she was put in Gryffindor and you weren't."
He wailed. Honestly, he wailed.
She huffed. "God, Wood, really? What'll it take?"
He froze.
Oh god. Oh Merlin. Oh bloody hell. She didn't. What had she done? Roxanne Weasley, Ice Queen Prankster Extraordinaire of Slytherin, had just sold her soul.
Wood may not have been a Gryffindor, but he made a damn smart Ravenclaw. Hell, the only reason Slytherin had won this match was because she had managed to sneak a peek at Fred's playbook. If Wood saw a chance, he usually took it. Unless, of course, it involved Quidditch or Roxanne. In which case, he always took it. Hell, that's how she ended up dating him.
Honestly, why he and Fred were so pissed at each other, just because Wood was dating Fred's sister and Fred was dating Wood's sister, was way beyond her.
Boys.
Wood blew his nose on somebody's towel. He gave her a hopeful look, which she translated to roughly mean a Hogsmeade trip, a good long snog in the broom cupboard, and one more in front of Fred.
"Why, Roxy, thanks! You're so kind!"
She rolled her eyes. "Get on with it."
"A date at Hogsmeade, a good long snog in a broom closet, and one in front of your brother." Merlin, she knew him well.
"Skip the one in front of Fred, and we've got a deal."