Two updates in a day! I'm so proud of myself. Looks like I'll be finishing the story before Christmas at this rate. I've already written the final chapter; now just to write the bits in between. Hope you all enjoy - Tria x

We had done it. We had won the match. I was ecstatic; we had won by 200 points. Alicia, Katie and I had scored 120 points before Harry caught the snitch. Ravenclaw 70 – Gryffindor 270. It was magic. Oliver had looked so proud when I had scored the first goal. I had also flown over to Lee halfway through the match and thrown the Quaffle at his face. The Gormanator was getting too much.

Fred and George had thrown quite an amazing party. I was standing between Katie and Alicia, sipping the 'Weasley Brand Punch' that had been supplied. It was lovely; laced with Alcohol, but lovely. I felt strange drinking alcohol; at Nimirix there was a spell on the grounds and alcohol could not be brought on to campus. I had had alcohol before; at friend's birthdays and Christmas time as well.

I was watching as the twins danced to the music that was coming from nowhere. George wiggled his way over and took Alicia's hand. She giggled as he led her to the dance floor that had been created by moving the couches and poofs to the sides of the common room. Katie was soon taken from me as well, this time by Lee, who led her over to one of the poofs and they started to chat, their faces very close to each other. I knew where that would lead.

"Fantastic match today Jem," Hermione said as she came to get another drink.

"Hitting Lee in the face and still managing to keep the Quaffle away from Ravenclaw?" Ron said, following her, "Bloody brilliant."

I watched as Hermione took a sip of the punch, her face contorting into a grimace, "Fred and George usually leave it normal for a few hours before adding their 'special ingredient' to it."

I laughed, "Here," I said waving my wand in front of her glass, "try it now.

She took a small tentative sip and smiled, "Thanks Jem! You'll have to teach me that spell!"

She and Ron took off again, joining Harry near the window where he was talking to Ginny. I turned back to look at the dancing twins to see that Fred was no longer dancing. He was sitting on a poof by himself, taking the last sip from his cup. I refilled my cup and another one to take over to him.

"Nice match Mr Weasley," I said, sitting down next to him and offering him the new cup.

He accepted the cup and took a long swig from it, sighing with content he spoke, "You too Miss Gorman."

There was a silence, "Jem," Fred spoke first, "I wanted to apologise for what I did before the match – I had no right to bombard you like that. I –"

I interrupted Fred with pressing my lips to his; it was my turn to show what I was feeling. I liked Fred, I really did. Telling Oliver about the Nicholas incident helped a lot to get over it; I was free to do what I wanted, with who I wanted.

Fred pulled back, "Really?" he asked, slightly shocked, "I didn't think you'd… I thought you fancied…" he trailed off.

"Who?" I asked, looking at Fred as he avoided my eyes.

"I thought you liked Oliver." He admitted, blushing slightly.

I laughed, "Fred, Oliver has made it more than clear that we're just friends."

Fred had barely waited for me to finish what I was saying before his lips were on mine again, "Good." He said against my mouth as we continued to kiss, "Will you go out with me?" he asked between kisses.

"God yes." I answered; I was lifted off the ground by Fred and placed in his lap as he continued to kiss me, rubbing his hands over my arms and neck.

Little did I know, several people were looking at us; George, Alicia, Katie and Oliver.

The next few weeks with Fred was lovely; aside from the classes that were just my year, we spent all our time together. As November rolled around, I helped him study and write his essays and he was teaching me to pull off the most amazing pranks. Fred had invited me to the first Hogsmede visit for the year and, of course, I had agreed without hesitation.

The only thing about being with Fred so much was that I was missing time with Oliver. The only time I had seen Oliver was in class or on the pitch. The next Quidditch match was a draw between us and Hufflepuff and Oliver was spending more and more of his time locked away in his dormitory or Captain's office. He was also getting more and more frustrated at me and the twins when we were off having fun.

Hogsmede weekend arrived and I was in my room getting ready. It was getting cooler and I had put a pair of skinny jeans on with the Weird Sister's jumper that Alicia and Katie had bought me. I exited my bedroom and ran right into Oliver as he was walking down his stairs to the common room.

"Oh!" I said, startled, "Sorry Obi!"

Oliver didn't look at me, "It's fine Jemima. I'll see you later." Was all he said to me before he swiftly left the common room.

It was not long until Fred had joined me in the common room, taken me by the hand and led me to the pathway that ended at Hogsmede. Fred took me to Quality Quidditch Supplies which was amazing. There were so many things in there that I wanted; I decided on a subscription to Quidditch Weekly and some broom resign. We then headed to Florish and Blotts so I could get some purple ink; purple was my favourite colour and I had just run out of it. Fred had decided to buy something too, but made me turn around so I couldn't see what it was. Then he took me to Zonko's Joke Shop. He was like a kid in a candy store. He showed me all of his favourites and scared the living daylights out of me with draws that threw confetti at you when you opened them and wands that turned to snakes when you touched them.

After that, we went to The Three Broomsticks to have something Fred called a 'Butterbeer'. I had no idea what this was, but I assumed it had no alcohol in it seeing as how we were underage and there were about 2 dozen students in the pub when we got there.

Fred sat me on a stool and headed to the bar; he arrived back and handed me a cold flagon of what looked like plain Australian Beer. I watched Fred take a sip and I looked down at my glass wearily.

Fred laughed, "Go on." He said, almost as if daring me to try it, "It's not disgusting."

I laughed too, "Are you sure?" I took a small sip and swallowed, it was actually quite nice. Slightly fizzy and tangy, "It's nice."

The rest of our date was perfect; Fred took me to look at what they called the Shrieking Shack. The shack was a dilapidated, yet beautiful and we sat under a tree nearby and chatted. Eventually Fred was leaning on my crossed legs and I was running my hand through his hair absentmindedly.

"Jem," Fred said, as he turned his head to look up at me.

"Fred," I said in the same tone.

"Are you going home for Christmas?"

The question threw me, "No, I'm not. My parents are going to be on some romantic holiday in Paris for the holidays. So I'll be at Hogwarts. Do many people stay?"

Fred sighed, "Not many. My mum always does a massive Christmas and New Year is spent with the surrounding wizarding families, like the Bells and the Woods."

"Ah," I said lamely. I became lost in thought, this conversation was upsetting me; I would be at Hogwarts for Christmas and all of my friends would be with their families and then together at New Year.

"Jem?" Fred said waving his hand in front of my face, "Did you hear me?"

"Huh? No, sorry," I said sighing, "I was lost in thought."

Fred laughed, "I said, 'Would you like to spend Christmas at my house?'"

I looked up at him; he had moved to sit next to me, his arm over my shoulders, "Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled, kissing my forehead, "I've already talked to Mum, she's more than happy to have you. No one should be alone for the holidays. Plus, I've already got you a present and so has my mum."

I was so ecstatic; I kissed Fred feverishly for several minutes.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Fred asked. I nodded as we stood up and headed back to the castle.

Fred and I were the only ones left in the common room on a late November evening as we were working on our Charms essays.

Fred had excused himself to go to the bathroom and when he came back, he snaked his arms around my waist and began to kiss my neck; light, loving kisses that made me shiver.

"Fred," I groaned, "This is due tomorrow. You need to finish it."

"I'll just tell Flitwick that I was sick all week and couldn't do it." He said softly, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Just yesterday you were in a laughing fit and you almost tripped over him. I think he knows you're not sick." I countered.

"That's true." he agreed. Then he stood, "come here. I want to show you something I've been working on."

I had learnt a while ago that when either of the twins said 'I want to show you something' it wasn't really a good thing that was about to happen. Fred extended his hand to me and I allowed him to pull me up.

He led me to where the staircases met; to where my box-room was located, "Go in," he ordered me, "Close the door and wait."

I shook my head and did as he said, having no idea what he was going to do. I opened the door, Fred kissed me lightly on the lips and I closed the door as he had instructed, leaving him on the other side. After 5 minutes, he still hadn't given me another instruction, so I decided to change into my pyjamas. I put on my baggy Nimirix Quidditch jersey that reached just above my knees. I sat on my bed, expectantly when it happened.

The door opened and Fred came in. Fred came in? Fred and George had tried to come in earlier in the year and were turned into Cousin Its.

"What—?" I asked, as Fred joined me on the bed. I saw that he had changed into his pyjamas as well, so that must have been why he had taken so long, "McGonagall –"

Fred laughed, "You think I've not learnt anything about McGonagall's spells in the time I have been here?" he said kissing my cheek, "Took me a while, but I figured out the counter."

I laughed, "You're amazing." I said simply, lying down on the side of the bed that I was on.

Fred gave me a grin. "I am, aren't I?" Fred joked, swelling his chest up like his brother Percy, in my year, did when he was in class.

"I'm serious Fred," I said, stroking his cheek when he joined me lying down, "You don't give yourself enough credit. I mean if you did this counter spell without any help or research, imagine what you could do! Just because you are this 'epic prankster', that doesn't mean you can't have dreams or be assertive."

Fred blushed slightly, "I have a plan. Georgie and I do, for when we leave Hogwarts."

"What is it?" I asked, Fred pulled my hips closer to his and answered.

"We're going to start a business." His voice was filled with wonder, "It's going to be a joke shop." I smiled, "It's going to be filled with our own brand. Nothing that Zonko's stocks; all our originals."

"That sounds amazing Freddie," I smiled, trying not to yawn, "You guys will be amazing at that. I can't wait to see it."

Fred and I chatted a little while longer, the last thing I remember before falling asleep was Fred try to get up and leave. I held his pyjama shirt as I he tried to stand up.

"Stay." Was all I said and then fell back asleep.