Fred's detention started immediately as soon as he stepped into Snape's office, having given the task to clean every single dirty cauldron until it's sparkling clean within the hour and if he didn't finish in time; every cauldron that was left would be an extra five minutes detention time added on.
You were still sat in class by the time Fred reached Snape's office and remained in the same stunned speechless way since the very first word was yelled shakily across the room to you in a brave outburst. Ginny could see the utterly confused looked engraved upon your face and smiled, deciding it was best to click you out of your thoughtful trance.
"Why don't you go talk to him?" She suggested with an eager nudge. You looked at her with a silent mouth that hung open ever so slightly and then simply nodded.
"I'll... I'll go once class is over..."
"Will you say yes?" She whispered with a huge girlish smile.
"I... don't know," you breathed quietly. Would you? Well, he has been considerably nice to you ever since he has met you, however though; he has been such a huge annoying twit over the last few months which put you off from agreeing to go to the ball with Fred.
At the end of the life-long dragging revision class, everyone scrambled to their feet and bustled hurriedly out of the room, wanting to get away from the boredom that drained their lives away. You gathered up your books with a heavy sigh filled with nerves and uncertainty about how you were going to actually talk to Fred properly again. After one last breath, you pushed your heavy books back into your straining school bag and then set off down the corridor, edging your way through the blocks of slow walking students who, to your annoyance, hardly sped up their pace at all.
"For goodness sake!" you muttered under you breath as you sliced your way politely through the thick sea of students before gliding your way down the free corridor that led to Snape's office. You peeped into the classroom whilst hiding behind the column that stood darkly next to the doorway that led to the tall red-head cursing angrily under his breath. He had already finished cleaning most of them surprisingly, seeing as they're already quite clean and all he had to do was polish them. Still, he had a face of pure embarrassment and torture painted thickly across his pale skin.
"Fred?" You said quietly as you casually tiptoed around the corner and stepped into the dingy classroom. Fred jumped right out of his skin and almost dropped the cauldron he held in his long hands. He swiftly turned around on the spot to face you, a twitchy smile managed to show itself once he relaxed a little from knowing that it wasn't anyone who would tease him further.
"Oh, hey, Fi-Fi." Fred said nervously, his ears turning pink although they weren't visible beneath the waterfall of fiery red hair. An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you just stood there, hoping that this dreadful silence would die away any moment now. Luckily, Fred cautiously spoke up. "E-er... how are you?"
"Good, thanks. You?"
"Never better. Although, I'd prefer to be somewhere else than here though." A dry awkward laugh sounded from the two of you as you both nervously stood there, too afraid to ask the other about the whole Yule Ball thing coming up very soon. Fred slapped himself mentally and a tiny voice inside of his head shrieked 'don't be stupid, Weasley! Ask her! Do it, now! She's right there, do it. But this time, don't scare her!' "E-e-er,"
"Yes?"
"Well, er, Fi-Fi?"
"Yes?" you repeated and smiled sweetly, unable to hold it back at how adorable nervous Fred was being. Fred Weasley, the mischievous prankster who never went by the rules, was standing there looking like he was about to wet himself from the tension he feels to ask you to a simple ball. He opened his mouth again and took a deep breath.
"Will you go to the ball with me?" You stood there with a fickle smile which Fred couldn't understand. Was it a good smile, or a bad one? The nerves were eating away at the insides of him as the huge butterfly wings beat their large dragon-like wings heavily, churning up his stomach into a lava filled with so many feelings that it could spit and bubble over at any second.
"I'd love to."
"It's ok, I understand- wait – what?" Fred said, dumbfounded. He really thought that you were going to reject him and laugh in his face. "say that again?"
"No," you giggled.
"Meanie." he grinned but his facial expression still looked utterly dumbfounded as he absorbed in the reply you gave him. With one last kind smile towards the loveable wonderful Weasley twin you turned around gracefully and shuffled out of the dingy classroom into the large empty corridor that echoed every step that clicked below on the ground. But, hardly a meter or two away from when you left the classroom, Ginny burst out of nowhere and jumped right up beside you like a frog that was high on a sugary butterbeer.
"God, Ginny!" you breathed in a weak shout as your hand shielded over your excessive beating heart that pounded against your ribs. "You almost killed me there!"
"What did you say? What did you say? What did you say? What did you say? What did you say?" she buzzed, bouncing up and down on the spot and around you once you had tried to begin to walk away from her again. You smiled.
"I said that I would go with him."
"YES!" Ginny punched the air in triumph, like she had just won Gryffindor the house cup. "Dress shopping, here we come!"