CHAPTER 7-SECRET
Brooke sat against the wall watching as all the Gryffindors cheered Harry for successfully getting the golden egg from his dragon. She was sipping on a drink that had been handed to her from a random Gryffindor and wondered how much more bored she was going to be before someone talked to her. The twins were off gallivanting with Lee and probably planning something evil which meant they were nowhere to be found. Brooke sipped on her drink once more and then someone leaned against the wall next to her.
"Hey, Brooke," Angelina said smiling.
"Angie, it's been a while!" Brooke said turning to her.
"How are you?"
"Bored out of my mind actually."
"How can you be bored, it's a celebration!"
"I guess I'm just weird like that."
"Where are your sidekicks?"
"They're off scheming I'm sure."
"Fred is so cute."
Brooke spit out the sip she had just taken from her cup and coughed a few times.
"Are you alright?" Angelina asked.
"Yeah, fine, just went down the wrong tube," Brooke said, she didn't know what had come over. Why should it matter to her whether or not Angelina liked Fred? "You do know they're twins right? Therefore if you think one of them is cute then obviously the other is too."
"I prefer Fred."
Brooke forced a smile and sipped on her drink; her and Angelina talked through the rest of the party and luckily didn't bring up either Fred or George again. When everyone began to calm down and head up to bed, Brooke decided it was time to do the homework she had gotten the day before. She went up to her room and pulled her homework out of her backpack before going back into the now empty common room, she laid her books out on the table in front of her and began to look each one over. It was well into the night by the time she had finished and she rubbed her eyes trying to keep her lids from drooping so she could make it upstairs. The fire had long went out which left the common room void of its merry crackling, Brooke wished it was back on as it was cold.
"What are you still doing up?" George asked from the stairs.
"Doing homework," answered Brooke.
"Leave it to you to be worrying over homework at the beginning of the weekend."
"It leaves the weekend open for me; I don't have to worry about trying to finish it last minute."
Brooke pulled the books into her arms and walked towards the stairs where George was currently standing. She stopped in front of him and her breathing began to quicken. "What does it matter to you whether or not I do my homework at the beginning of the weekend?" she managed to think up before her mind clouded over.
"Because I don't like to see you wasting your time," said George shrugging.
"Leave it to you to see homework as a waste of time."
Brooke went to push past George and get upstairs but he wouldn't budge and she turned and looked up at him, staring deeply into his brown eyes.
"I need to go to bed," Brooke said weakly, and George moved out of the way and she walked passed him up to her dormitory where her mind finally cleared. Something was definitely going on with her, and the twins for that matter, but she wasn't exactly sure what it was yet.
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Brooke woke up the next morning still tired but she didn't feel like sleeping the day away, she sat up and got dressed and ready for the day before heading down into the common room. A few people were already in the common room talking and hanging out; Brooke grabbed a random book off the table and took it out of the common room and into the courtyard. She took one of the empty benches and laid across it cracking open the book to the first page, she wasn't exactly sure what it was about but she didn't feel like going to the library. For the first time in her life while reading a book her mind wandered, it wandered to the twins, and all the weird things she'd been feeling around them. She knew she loved them both, they were like brothers to her, or were they? It was confusing to think she could like either, or both of them, in that way.
She set the book across her stomach and looked out across the empty courtyard; she wondered if she did like them both, did they like her back? Then again if she liked them both, how would she choose between them? She shook the thoughts away and pushed the book into her face trying to concentrate on the words in front of her eyes but every few lines she could spell Fred or George's name if she unscrambled them. Throwing the book down she sat up and put her head in her hands, she didn't want this, she didn't want to like her two best friends. Nothing good ever came from liking a best friend, she'd either lose one of them or both of them, that's what always happened.
Then the worse of it was the fact she liked brothers, twins, and best friends all in one. She didn't know if anybody could get any worse than that. Knowing she wasn't going to be able to concentrate on the book she stood up and dusted herself off. She picked up the book and carried it back with her into the common room and set it back where she had gotten it. After walking over to the couch she lay down across the cushions on her stomach and began to pick at the loose strings on the arm. This seemed to draw her attention away from the twins which she found very soothing, finally her mind could stop thinking, at least for the moment.
