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We slowly made our way into the common room, which was nearly empty. There were a few scattered first and second years, and a Quidditch obsessed Oliver Wood.

Oliver looked up and smiled at me before returning to his small set. Weird.

"Well, its good to be back" George yawned, stretching. I nodded in agreement before a yawn escaped my lips.

"Alright guys, I'm going to bed. See you in the common room tomorrow morning" I called, putting stress on the fact that I would see them in the common room and not my own room. I had sworn to myself that I would get out of bed on my own tomorrow, after a very embarrassing episode over break where the twins woke me up when I was wearing little more than shorts and a bra.

"Sure, sure Dee." Fred laughed, getting up.

"We know you're dying to show us your new pink lace one." George joked, referring to the previously explained incident, while Fred was holding back his sniggering.

"Oh, hardy-har-har. Very funny" I climbed the stairs and fell into bed, checking my alarm was on full volume before drifting off to sleep.

Next Morning

"Evangeline Deagan, will you shut off you're bloody alarm!" Angelina complained as she headed towards the bathroom. I grinned. I did it! I got up on time! Take that you annoying gits. I reached over and switched it off. Then I swiftly stepped in front of Angelina, stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I loved pissing her off.

After getting ready, I stepped out the door, only to collide with two tall, freckled bodies.

"Look who's up George!" Fred said with mocked shock.

"Goodness! This is a first!" George said with the same tone in his voice.

"Yeah, well, I figured I wouldn't need you two to look after me all year." I replied, unperturbed by their obnoxious jokes. I tucked a strand of my long, honey brown hair behind my ear before leading the way to the Great Hall. I sat between the twins in our usual spot, and we ate with the usual jokes and tricks. After I finished, I waited for the twins to finish, and was surprised when Oliver Wood sat across from us. Pleasantly surprised, but still surprised.

"Hey, Evangeline-" He started.

"Dee. Call me Dee." I instructed him. He nodded before continuing.

"Okay, Dee, I was wondering of maybe you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" He glanced up at me nervously. I immediately felt Fred stiffen against my side. Well, this was bound to happen eventually. Usually it took a bit longer for the sea of guys to work up enough courage to come up to me and ask. Fred and George were an ever-present threat.

"Oh, well, um" I stammered. No matter how many times I was asked, I hated it. My head was crammed with thoughts. What about Fred? Well, he hasn't shown any interest in a while.

"I'll think about it, okay Oliver? I asked politely. He smiled, nodded and walked away. At this point, I was scared. I didn't look up at George, and I didn't dare look up at Fred. We got up and walked toward Potions. I felt both of their eyes on me, but I stared forward until the silence seemed to be deafening.

"Something I can help you two with?" I asked, my attitude peaking a bit.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Fred whispered fiercely.

"What was what?" I asked, deciding to play innocent. I don't want this to turn into a big deal.

"You know what! Why did that bloke just ask you out?" Fred demanding, his voice rising ever so slightly. Now I was annoyed. I stopped, and turned toward him, allowing a bit of my temper to seep into my words.

"I'm sorry Fred. I didn't realize that you controlled who I go to Hogsmeade with now." I stated, not taking my eyes from him. It came to my attention that George was watching us, with silent worry in his eyes.

"You're unbelievable!" Fred shouted at me before stomping to the dungeons. I looked after him, my expression blank.

"Dee, he's got a point." George piped up. Great. Taking his side. I sent him a daring look.

"I mean, you know he likes you." He explained. I stared at him dumbfounded. Did he really not get it?

"George, can you honestly tell me that Fred has showed any sign of acting upon his feeling toward me?" I questioned, my full feelings now showing.

"Well, no. But-"

"Exactly. So, if he can't pluck up the courage, I'm not going to sit here and wait for him to realize that." I argued. I loved Fred. Dearly. But I have the option of dating whom ever I want. I knew George saw this as he sighed and walked me to class.

This was officially the worst. Day. Ever.

Fred glared daggers at me the whole class. I don't think I've ever been so annoyed at him. And trust me, I've been plenty annoyed with that git. I ignored his stares, and focused my attention on George, who I had grabbed as my partner the moment the word 'pairs' came out of any professor's mouth. I sighed as I walked toward the Gryffindor table and noticed the only seat left was beside Fred.

"Hey George" I smiled as a sat down, ignoring Fred entirely. If he wanted to pout, I wasn't going to try and comfort him. I had just said yes to Oliver before entering the Great Hall. The atmosphere was tense, and even with George and Lee's attempts to start a conversation with either Fred or me, we would mumble answers. Then came the dreaded topic; the Hogsmeade trip. Lee had just asked me if it was okay that they had to stay at Zonkos for a while. I remained poised and calmly told him I had a date with Oliver Wood.

"Oh. Why are you going with that bloke?" Lee asked. Fred scoffed at Lee's words. I showed no sign that had even heard Fred when I answered.

"Well, seeing as no one else had asked me, I don't see a reason not to go." I reposted. That shut him up. He knew exactly who I was talking about when I said that. Fred hadn't asked me, so I saw this as a green flag. Fred understood this as well, because he abruptly got up and stalked out of there before I could even look at his face. George shot up and went after him. I must admit, however much I liked pissing him off, especially since were in a fight, I felt guilty. Just a bit.

George's POV

I shot an apologetic look at Dee. It was clear who she was referring to, and she had every right to be mad, but Fred was my brother.

I found him in our room, his head in his hands. He had it bad for Dee. Real bad.

"Fred, mate, listen-" I began, but he interrupted me.

"I'm so stupid!" He yelled. Oh yeah, he was definitely crazy about her. "I let this happen!" He groused. I let him rant. He was mad at Oliver for asking Dee, he was mad at Dee for saying yes, but he was mostly mad at himself. After he finished, we went back into the common room and sat down. That is, until he saw Dee and Oliver sitting together, while they laughed. Fred got up and went right to bed. I have got to talk some sense into my idiot brother.