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Chapter 6: Not Fair

Ginny put her head on the table and continued to sob.

"I should have never given Fred and George Veritaserum!" she moaned.

"You didn't know this would happen," Harry told her consolingly.

"So?" said Ginny, "I still gave it to them, and you did try to persuade me against it… Oh, I'm such an awful person!"

Ginny started sobbing again. Just then some 4th year girls walked into the common room, whispering.

"I can't believe Fred and George Weasley aren't speaking to each other," one girl said.

"I know!" whispered the other, "I thought they were inseparable! I wonder what happened to make them like this."

Ginny started to cry harder.

"What's up with her?" asked the first girl as they went up to their dormitory.

"Shhh Ginny, it's okay, we'll just have to fix this somehow," said Harry, rubbing her back.

"How?" Ginny asked as she looked up at him.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "aren't you the mastermind of all our plans?"

Ginny cracked a smile.


Angelina was working on her Transfiguration homework when she saw Ginny Weasley come over to her. It was hard to miss her bright red hair normally, but now it was grey in despair. Her eyes looked red and puffy, as if she'd been crying. Angelina felt immediately guilty. It was she, after all, who had put the dye in Ginny's shampoo. She had done it to help Fred and George, but now neither of them was speaking to her, or to each other, actually. It was very strange. She wondered what could have happened.

"Hi," said Ginny, in a forced voice.

Angelina gave the youngest Weasley a timid smile, "Hi Ginny, what's up?"

"Fred and George," Ginny said, looking down at her hands.

"Oh," said Angelina, "you're worried about them too. Do you have any idea what caused it?"

Ginny suddenly started crying. Angelina looked at Ginny confusedly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I—I caused it," Ginny choked out, and started sobbing harder. Angelina was still confused.

"How?" she asked.

"Veritaserum," Ginny moaned, "I did it to get back at them for—for this!"

She motioned to her dark grey hair. Angelina, however, was still mystified to how this related to Fred and George's unexplained silence to each other.

"I—I gave it to them, and asked them who they liked and they said—they both said—" Ginny looked up at Angelina miserably.

"Yes?" said Angelina timidly. She still wasn't sure why Ginny was telling her all this.

"You," Ginny whispered, wiping her eyes.

"Me?" Angelina asked, taken aback. "They both like me?"

Ginny nodded. Angelina was shocked. She had always been friends with the twins, had even gone to the Yule ball with Fred, but... She thought back to how great it felt to laugh with them. How special she felt that she was the girl Fred and George sometimes included in their schemes. How wonderful it was to dance with Fred at the Yule ball three years ago but… how great it was to hug George last week. Did she like them back? And if so, which one?

It was hard to believe that she was the reason Fred and George broke up. That she had caused the inseparable to be separable. She slumped back in her chair, thoroughly depressed now.

"Thanks for telling me Ginny," she said without looking up. But Ginny had her own agenda. She was no longer a pathetic crying girl anymore, she had that fierce look back in her eyes that meant she had a plan and she was going to succeed at it.

"We need to get them back together," said Ginny defiantly.

"How?" Angelina asked.

Ginny shrugged, "I don't know, but we have to think of something."


That night Angelina lay in her bed, pondering this new information. Fred and George like her. She was the cause of their seemingly impossible separation. She felt guilty and desperate, what could she do? Should she figure out if she liked one back? Her feelings were all a jumble inside her. She had always liked them both but George… well he had always been the more compassionate one to her. She loved his slightly lopsided grin, how enthusiastic he always was about everything. She loved how, even though they were inseparable, the twins each had their own personality. George was the kinder, more animated one. He was spontaneous, and a bit unorganized. Fred was the bossier one, the jokester, the one who took charge and made sure everything followed through. He was more organized but…

She reached her decision. She might have even known it deep down, even before her conversation with Ginny today. It wasn't fair to pick favorites but she had. She had gone to the dance with Fred but… it was George really, who she loved.

She may have reached this conclusion, but what did it help, really? Maybe she knew who she really liked now; maybe she also knew he liked her back. But she also knew that Fred liked her too, and that if the fact that both the twins knew they both liked her had split them apart what would happen if she chose one over the other? She had agreed to help Ginny come up with a plan to get them back together. Inseparable again. She wasn't going to be the one to re-split them up.