"Great party!" Angelina called over to Fred, who was standing on the opposite side of the room from us. Fred shrugged.
"I guess."
"He's having a one-man pity party because he had nothing to do with the planning of this partay!" Angelina laughed in my ear. I laughed, too, but the smell of alcohol pervading the room was making me want to do anything but laugh.
"I think I'll just go up to my room—I have a massive headache!" I shouted back to her. She nodded and just swayed over to the middle of the room where people were dancing—her drink held high over her head.
I tried to take a straight path to my dorm, but I was blocked just about every way that I tried to get to my room.
"UGH!" I shrieked at some point. But suddenly, there was an opening to a dormitory stair. You better believe I took it as fast as I possibly could. I gasped when I saw the room—someone had positively trashed it. And left the window open on the way out! How rude!
"Looking for someone?"
I screeched and spun around.
"Fred, what are you—I thought there were protections against guys going in girls' dorms," I stammered, backing towards the window. Fred grinned, and I couldn't help but smile back. He had a really contagious smile.
"You're in the guys' dorm, stupid," he snorted, shaking his head at me. I raised my eyebrows.
"That would explain the mess," I admitted. He laughed.
"Yeah. Me and George live here—what did you expect?"
"Where is George, anyway?"
"I dunno. Maybe he went to see Georgiana. To be honest, I followed you because I thought that he and Alicia might have gotten—ahem—carried away, and I didn't really want my best friend to go blind."
"'Carried away'?" I quoted him curiously. He smirked.
"I forgot—you're ridiculously naïve. I thought they might be…y'know…" He gestured towards the beds. My eyebrows jumped up to the middle of my forehead.
"B-But they aren't married!"
His lips trembled, and it was obvious that he was laughing at me. He was always laughing at my mistakes.
"Frederick Weasley, you stop that!"
"Well, how can I help it? You're just so cute!" he cooed, pinching my cheek. I slapped his hand away from my face.
"It's just still a little new to me," I muttered, crossing my arms under my chest. I felt him move closer to me.
"I bet you wouldn't mind getting carried away with a certain….Harry Potter?"
My cheeks turned a bright red.
"Frederick Gideon Weasley, you unsay that!"
"Nah uh."
I stomped my foot and strode out the door. He was utterly impossible.