JANE'S POV:

I knew Violet had cried last night; I could tell in the way she pulled the covers up around her. Everyone else was too busy listening to Angelina's loud announcement to notice.

I dressed quickly, getting ready for class.

Violet was about as talkative as a tree stump.

We walked together out of the room and down into the common area.

I was grateful Fred and George weren't there this morning.

We moved quickly to class.

In the few classes I had George in, I ignored his presence completely. I didn't look in his general direction or talk to him or even acknowledge the fact that he existed. I still wasn't sure how I felt about his confession. He seemed to respect that. I didn't have to talk to him all day and he didn't try to start a conversation.

It was what I wanted, but I was miserable.

GEORGE'S POV:

Jane wouldn't talk to me. At all. All week long, she didn't say a single thing to me or even look at me.

I was glad I at least had Fred and Violet. But they weren't doing much talking to anybody lately. Both of them were too sad. Fred was the most depressed, though. Thinking the girl he loved liked his brother and having to go on dates with a girl he only pretended to like.

Saturday morning, Fred and I received an owl from our mum.

"Dear Fred and George, I think it would be nice of you to invite some of your friends. Bring 3 people to the Burrow when you come home and we'll all have Christmas together. Love, mum."

I knew immediately who I would invite. But then I realized she wasn't talking to me. Maybe I could ask Violet. That would make Jane jealous (if she had any feelings for me) and maybe I could get Violet and Fred to talk again.

It was depressing me to see the two of them not talking.

Later that day, I found Violet sitting on the couch staring blankly into the unlit fire place.

She didn't even blink when I sat down.

"Hi." I said after a few minutes of awkwardly sitting there.

Her eyes became a little more focused and she turned her head slowly to smile at me, as if just realizing I was there. She pulled her legs up on the couch with her and brought her jacket tighter around her, hugging her arms.

I got up and started the fire for her.

When I sat back down, I said, "Fred and I can bring some friends to our home this Christmas and I was wondering if you wanted to go?"

The flinch she gave at Fred's name didn't go unnoticed. But she only hesitated for a moment before offering an excuse.

"Fred probably wouldn't like that much."

"Well, I'm the one inviting you, so even if Fred doesn't like it, he'll just have to deal with it."

She smiled a little at that, but not the full happy smile I was used to seeing. If I was going to get Fred back with Violet, I had to do it fast.

She nodded after a while and said, "Sure, I'll go."

I nodded, offering a small smile, and stood up, beginning to walk away.

"Oh and Fred." she said.

When I turned, she was standing up and was walking to the door, half smiling.

"Thank you."

And then she walked out of the door before I could ask her "Why?"

VIOLET'S POV:

I was George's friend, but I figured the main reason he was inviting me was because he wanted to give me and Fred the chance to make up.

I was heading to see Jane in the library, but stopped in my tracks remembering something.

Angelina. Fred would invite her. I wouldn't get the chance to talk to Fred even if I did go. But I still would. I had already told George I would and he would tell Fred. If I didn't show up he would think it was because of him. I couldn't let him think that, it was a matter of pride.

So I continued on to the library. Jane was there with her glasses on and her nose in a book. Just like Hermione.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, leaning against the endcap of the row of books.

"Hey, bookworm." I said, sitting in a chair next to her.

She looked up and smiled.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked, putting a bookmark in her spot and setting it down in front of her.

"George asked me to go to the Burrow with him and Fred for Christmas. I bet they're going to ask you."

I had started to say George was going to ask her, but then I remembered that she was currently on a George boycott.

But she looked doubtful.

Just then, Fred walked in. He looked at Jane excitedly.

Then he saw me and he started to say something.

But I stood up and walked out.

FRED'S POV:

I walked into the library, ready to ask Jane to come to the Burrow for Christmas. I had already asked Angelina and George had told me about asking Violet. He told me his plan to make Jane jealous and get Violet to talk to me again. All I had to do was ask Jane to go with us.

I was excited to get out of the school, to set George's plan in motion, but not to see Angelina or Violet's expression when they learned the other was coming, too.

Violet had never really liked Angelina, she said she seemed really snobbish. I hadn't had an opinion on her at the time. Now, I was seeing more and more of that snobbery in Angelina.

I walked to the aisle where I could hear Jane's voice.

When I looked into the row, Jane was sitting there… But so was Violet.

I looked from Jane to Violet, my expression changing.

She stood, still looking me in the eye and turned away, leaving the library.

I stared at the spot where she had left until Jane brought my attention back to my goal.

"Fred? Hey, Fred, what do you need?" Jane frowned when it took me a second of floundering around in my mind for what I had wanted to say.

"Oh, um… Right, I was wondering if you wanted to come to our family's house on Christmas?" I asked, not quite as excited as earlier.

Violet obviously hated my guts.

"Umm…" She looked like she desperately wanted to say yes. "I'll ask my parents, they were asking if I was coming home for the holidays."

I nodded and said "Okay" before leaving.

Thinking of the cold glare Violet had given me left me feeling like my stomach was pitching and rolling with every step I took.

JANE'S POV:

I still felt weirdly about Fred which was sure to tick some people off, but I couldn't do much about it. I did kind of like him still, but I wanted for Fred and Violet to be together.

But even when I thought about it, I got jealous.

Even if George hadn't told me what was happening between them, I would've figured it out eventually; the way they looked at each other now (if they looked at each other at all) was tense and awkward and maybe a little angry. All the anger was coming from Violet's side of the glares, though.

I had a feeling the stay at the Weasleys' home would be an awkward one.

JANE'S POV:

I found George in the common room sitting on the last step of the staircase to the boys' dorm looking gloomily at the flooring under his feet.

"Hey." I said, making him look up. "Can I sit down with you?"

He nodded and went back to staring down at the floor.

"What's the matter, George?" I asked.

He wasn't usually this quiet.

"Jane."

That probably should have made it all clear, but I was still lost.

"What about Jane?"

He sighed and turned to look at me.

"I sent Fred to ask her to the Burrow. I cant even do that on my own and when I realized it, it made me think about me and Jane. Do you think she'll ever talk to me again?"

"Of course she will, George. She's your best friend. She just needs a little time." I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.

He looked up and half-smiled but it was a sad smile. It hurt to look at, so I looked over at the door.

Just when I looked up, Fred walked in, heading for George.

"Bye, George. Remember, give her time." I said in a whisper before darting away and up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

I could feel Fred's eyes on my back the whole way up the stairs.

GEORGE'S POV:

Just give her time.

That was the second girl to tell me to give her time. They were girls and probably knew better than I did, so I would give her more time to think.

"Jane said yes." Fred said, still staring up the stairs to the girls' room.

Without another word, he turned and walked up the stairs to our room.

FRED'S POV:

I sat slowly on my bed and then fell backward, laying on the side of my bed.

The girl I loved ran away from me twice in 15 minutes.

My stomach twisted in painful ways and my heart did something unspeakably horrid. It broke.

I supposed I deserved it. I took away her best friend just as George had said.

I curled in on myself on my side and let my imagination run wild with memories.

The first time I met Violet. The end of that year when she gave me a hug before leaving for the summer. Violet and I playing jokes on everybody. Violet and I studying. Her laugh. Her smile. Her eyes. Her silly faces. Me kissing Violet. Violet kissing back.

I hadn't realized I was crying until I woke up with tears on my pillow.