Prompt: "I have an announcement to make!"
"Just do it."
"I don't want to do it."
"Why not?"
"It's embarrassing."
"Pansy."
"Twat."
"Coward."
"Dolt."
"Wuss."
"Tit." The two brothers frowned at each other for a moment, hit each other lightly on the shoulders for several moments, and then stood facing each other down for an even longer moment before Fred finally shoved George in the direction of the Gryffindor table.
"Just do it," he sighed. "It's not that big a deal, and besides you have to do this – you lost the bet."
"I'm never going to make a bet with you again," George muttered as Fred pushed him over to the Gryffindor table and forced him up onto the bench. At Fred's raised eyebrow he rolled his eyes and climbed onto the table, ignoring the protests from the staff table and the students whose lunch he was standing on.
"I have an announcement to make!" He called loudly, walking down the length of the Gryffindor table until he was standing in front of Katie Bell. Fred had followed him happily, also on the table, but at this point he jumped off and slung a casual arm around Angelina's shoulders. She rolled her eyes at him and shrugged him off but he just grinned and kissed her cheek noisily.
"That you're gay? We've known that for a while, mate," Lee called and sniggers travelled around the Great Hall as George flipped Lee off.
"My brother and I had a bet about who would get a date for the Yule Ball first and he, being the charming git that he is, pulled it off first so now I've got to publicly voice an embarrassing thing about myself. When I first came to Hogwarts, and I swore on pain of death not to tell anyone this apart from Fred so just know that you'll all be dead tomorrow, I had a crush on Professor Sinistra…" he mumbled and then blushed furiously as the hall erupted into laughter and catcalls.
"He's not finished yet!" Fred called and the hall went silent again. George glared at his brother.
"The person who lost the bet also had to ask someone to be their date in front of everyone, which I don't mind doing quite so much. So, Katie Bell, beautiful, stunning, amazing Katie…"
"Laying it on thick much?" Angelina teased.
"Shut up. Katie Bell, would you do me the honour of being my date to the Yule Ball?" George, apparently over his earlier embarrassment, bowed low to Katie who blushed and giggled.
"Of course I will, you goofball. As long as you're not still crushing on Professor Sinistra." She pulled him off the table onto the bench beside her as the hall laughed again.
