Notes: Another adorable chapter. I actually added two extra chapters to this story so they could have extra cuteness. Just so you know, Polly isn't big on winners, she just didn't want to seem…desperate, I guess would be the word. I liked this chapter, and I hope you do too. Read, ignore any errors, and enjoy.
Warning: Cursing and some tragic events
Summary: and so the lion fell in love with the snake
Disclaimer: See chapter one
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You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier crazier
Feels like I'm falling and I,
I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier crazier crazier
-Crazier, Taylor Swift
I was on my way to the Quidditch field when I heard, "Polly!"
Against my better judgment, I stopped. For the past week, it seemed like Fred spent all his energy trying to get me to be his girlfriend. As much as I wanted to date Fred, I kept saying no.
He come from behind me and blocked my path, even though I wasn't moving. "We should be lovers," he said.
I blushed at his forwardness and awkward word choice.
"We should be," he repeated seriously..
I licked my lips, and lowered my eyes. "We can't do that." I sighed, still keeping my eyes down. "Besides, nothing will keep us together."
"I want to be with you, but this is the last time I going to ask." He paused for a minute, giving me time to speak. "Okay. I have to go. The game starts soon." He went around me and started to walk away.
I took a deep breath and made a quick desicsion. I turned to his retreating back. "Fred, wait."
He looked back, looking both hopeful and like I was wasting his time. I licked my lips again as I tried to make it sound like I wasn't too eager. "If…if Gryffindor wins the game today, I'll be your girlfriend."
Fred smiled. "You know we haven't lost a game since Harry came to school."
I shrugged, trying not to smile back. "No, you've lost games, just not that many."
Fred smile widened. "What made you offer this compromise?"
I shrugged again. "I figured that after, like, the 5 times kissing you, the nervousness, the awkwardness would hopefully run out." I felt myself blush deeper. "Also, maybe one of us will die so-"
"That's horrible! You'd rather die then have to kiss me?" He paused. "How could you die during a Quidditch match?"
"Bludger to the head?"
"I wouldn't let that happen." He told me seriously. "I have to go get changed. Meet me after the game, even if we lose." He said the last part as though it was something that would never happen. I nodded as he walked away. I decided to wait for Melinda and Jason.
When they finally arrived, we made our way to the stands. Melinda asked me why I was so jumpy. I told her I was excited for the game. I sat in anticipation the entire time. I wanted Gryffindor to win more than I was willing to admit.
The entire Slytherin section groaned at the same time.
"What happened?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention, I had been too focus on, embarrassingly enough, trying to find Fred as the players flew by.
"Potter got the snitch." Melinda said.
"Too bad Crabbe didn't knock him off his broom." Jason added bitterly.
I smiled until I saw Malfoy saying something and his friends laughing. I took Melinda binoculars and looked. I had no idea what he was saying, but Malfoy was talking and Fred, George and Harry were trying not to kill him. Then I watched as George and Harry ran to Malfoy and started hitting him. I almost laughed out loud, but I was afraid the others would know what I was laughing at, so I turned it into a cough.
So we headed back to the common room. I figured Fred didn't want to see me right now. When Malfoy returned, he started telling some story about how they pulled their wands on them and was taken to Madam Pomfrey just in time. I rolled my eyes.
"Malfoy, stop lying. I was watching with binoculars like a lot of other people were. You were being a jerk and you got beat up for it. You deserved it."
Malfoy looked embarrassed that I called him on it. "It doesn't matter." He said. "Because I can still play Quidditch."
"What do you mean?" someone asked.
"The bookends and precious Potter were kicked off the Gryffindor team."
My jaw dropped open slightly, but I closed it back up. Now I was certain Fred didn't want to see me,
At least, that's what I thought. I was in the library with Melinda a few hours later, waiting for her to finish her Divinations homework so we could go to dinner when an owl flew through the open window and landed in front of me. Melinda gave me a confused look and I shrugged before taking the note. The owl flew off as I opened it.
Meet me by the lake as soon as you get this, we need to talk.
Fred
I quickly stood up, stuffing the note in my pocket. "I have to go."
"What is it? Is something wrong?" she asked.
"No, I just have to go."
"I'll be done in a minute-" She started but I left. I hurried out of the school and headed in the direction of the lake. Too bad the lake was large and I had no idea where by the lake.
"Polly?" I heard in the distance. I could see the outline of someone; I could only guess it was Fred. I tried to take my time going over to him, but I didn't do a good job. When I was close enough, I stopped. Fred pushed off the tree he was leaning against and faced me.
"I heard about what happened…about you getting kicked off the team." I said slowly.
"From who?"
"Malfoy." He turned red. "He was telling a story about how you guys pulled your wands and almost killed him. I had binoculars though, so I knew he was lying. I called him on it."
"I looked for you after the match." he said, taking a step forward.
"I didn't think you'd want to see me," I told him honestly, also stepping forward.
"I always want to see you," he whispered and I was just close enough. I saw him smile. "Just because we were kicked off the team doesn't mean we lost the game today. So…" he trailed off as I rocked back and forth on my heels. "…I guess we're together…" he trialed off again, obviously now embarrassed and self-conscious that I agreed.
Without a second thought, without a first thought, I hurried forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. Almost automatically I felt Fred's arms around my waist.
"Is that a yes?" He asked quietly.
I pulled back slightly to look at him and replied with the only thing I could think of. "It's a yes."
We stood there for a few minutes before it started getting dark. Fred reached down and intertwined our fingers before he silently lead us back to the castle.
