No time to be angry
Fred beat the bludger away with all his strength.
He was furious, ready to hit whatever would come close to him, balls or players, brooms or birds it made no difference. They'd better stay away from him and his wooden club.
Though he was used to respecting the rules, at that very moment he felt like being violent, more than what was allowed.
Unfortunately the responsible of such an urge couldn't be targeted. It wouldn't do any good to the team if one of the beaters suddenly attacked the keeper, would it?
Fred had to restrain himself – with more difficulties than he thought he'd have - to throw the bludger straight to his little bother.
He couldn't possibly hurt Ron, could he? Of course not, much less when he had no right to be angry. Right, he had no reason to be crossed at his brother because of his friendship with the girl he had feelings for.
That would be ridiculous, totally ridiculous...
If only Hermione would stop looking at Ron and watch him instead! Then he might be able to calm down and focus on the game solely. George hitting him with his club might have the same effect though. His twin's hit hadn't been very hard, yet violent enough to make Fred understand it was time to switch his mind - and heart - off.
Now was the time to play Quidditch, later would come the one to deal with his feelings.